Chapter 275 The king was born and I was not born to send Yi'an layman Wang Lin
Chapter 275: I am not born, I am sent to Mr. Yi'an, Wang Lin
Wang Lin had a strong affection for a moment and gently hugged Li Qingzhao in his arms.
Yiren struggled a little, but was hugged tighter by him.
Without further ado, he pecked her red lips, and then leaned into her ear and said softly: "On which day, Mr. Yian should also write a red lips for me to commemorate today's reunion in the snow. I also hope,
No matter how long it has passed, you and I will meet like this today, if it is just like the first meeting."
Li Qingzhao's heart trembled.
Her self-pitying dissipated instantly.
She mustered up the courage and said shyly: "You are the noble of the prince, and also a great man in the world. You can make a country with literature and a military can make peace. However, the slave is over thirty years old and old. He is also vulgar.
How to match a noble person when you are an abandoned woman?"
"I once heard the phrase "picking beautiful algae" is not a woman's business. There are beautiful hair, beautiful and spiritual, and uttering words, and there are strange men who are inferior to them. Even if you want to hide your name, you cannot get it. It's like the flower stamens of Shu
Madam, Li Yi'an is particularly famous in recent times... If I could get Li Yi'an's heart, I wouldn't change it to the emperor."
"The prince praised too much, Qingzhao dared not bear it..." Li Qingzhao was praised even more by Wang Lin.
The mental defenses are completely gone.
Wang Lin reached out his hand, Li Qingzhao hesitated for a moment, but still blushed and handed his cold little hand over, allowing Wang Lin to hold it back, and the two walked side by side into the warm room as warm as spring.
At the end of the Zhuanshou Diao, Lan'er was trembling with coldness. When she saw this, she felt relieved and went back to the wing there.
Combine with foam.
When the beauty in front of her gradually became one with the lilac-like girl she missed, Wang Lin’s heart knot and thousands of tenderness were finally released.
The wind blew several times, and the woman in her arms was unbearable and eventually turned into snow mud.
Wang Lin stood up and wrote a letter at the desk. Li Qingzhao was wearing a thin skirt, and the afterglow lingered in her face.
"You have not been born to me, I am sent to Mr. Yi'an, Wang Lin."
"You are born without me, but I am born without me.
Don’t blame me for being born late, but I don’t sigh that you are born early.
Even though I am not alive, I vow to be kind to you.
If you don’t have enough time to worry about the age, how much time knows.
It is as close as the world, but it is hard to express one's heart.
I am not born, but I am not old.
This life is not born in the same life, but also a bird that is a pair of wings.
The sound of harmony is flying with you, and the ends of the world are reunited.
One day, it’s hard to fly, so we hug each other and stay at the top of the trees.
The vines of old age and death are entangled with love."
Wang Lin's strokes are like a hook, and his heart is decisive.
Li Qingzhao was watching and chanting, tears fell like rain, and she threw herself into her arms, hugging Wang Lin tightly, and could no longer help crying.
Wang Lin gently stroked her back.
Lan'er thought something was wrong, so she rushed into the room in shock. Seeing that her wife was in disheveled clothes and threw herself into Wang Lin's arms, she stopped crying and poked Cherry's mouth and looked up to ask for it. Her face was red, and she quickly retreated.
...
It was sunny after the snow, and the red makeup was covered with plain makeup.
Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
The girls gathered together, and Wei Ying also arrived.
"You have not been born to me, I am sent to Mr. Yi'an, Wang Lin."
Li Shishi stood in the hall and slowly recited the poem that Wang Lingang had read twice, and was so moved that tears filled his eyes.
Han Yan sighed softly: "As soon as my husband writes this, Sister Qingzhao's heart is gone, and there is no more worries. I met Sister Qingzhao this morning and saw her radiant face, like a girl in the first love. It seems that this word is a love word
, all the past and present are exciting.”
Pan Jinlian smiled but said nothing.
She has no research on poetry and rarely speaks out.
Meng Yulou is also from a merchant family, so it is naturally difficult to understand the profound meaning of this. He only felt his husband's respect and love for Li Qingzhao.
It is also understandable that a talented woman from all ages and from a famous family. If she was not really interested in her, she would not be able to withstand worldly pressure and be willing to make a name for herself and be willing to make her public.
Zhang Zhenniang is also a woman with excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting, and her mind is even more delicate. She sighed: "My husband is not as talented as a layman Yi'an. He and his sister Qingzhao express their feelings to each other. They are really the dragon and phoenix in the poem, which can be called a legend throughout the ages. As soon as this poem is published,
I'm afraid no one will gossip."
Wei Ying sat there quietly, lowered her head and silently chanting "You are born but I am not born, I am born but I am not old." She felt mixed emotions in her heart, and suddenly shed tears in her face, unable to control herself.
The girls looked at Wei Ying.
Wei Ying was slightly calmed down and said hurriedly: "I am not in good health, so I will not linger with all the princesses. I will say goodbye to you and talk about it later."
Wei Ying hurried away.
"Send the Empress, peace!"
The girls didn't think much about it, but she was moved by the incident between Wang Lin and Li Qingzhao and she burst into tears. But Wei Ying was very sad when she looked at others and herself.
Wang Lin and Li Qingzhao seem to be hindered by the secular world, but there is actually no real obstacle. It is nothing more than a little age gap. As long as Wang Lin doesn't care, who dares to say anything?
But the obstacles between her and Wang Lin are not only secular, polite, but also supreme imperial power!
Wei Ying returned to the villa where she lived.
Except for her two confidants who have been following her, the female officials and palace maids in the villa were expelled and replaced by the maids of the Prince's Mansion of Bohai County.
Wei Ying chanted the book "You are born but I am not born, I am not old" at his desk, and recited silently, silently, and tears flowed down his face.
Zhao Gou's voice suddenly came from behind her: "Mom, this is the quatrain that spreads in the streets and alleys of Qingzhou from now on. Is my master's confession to Yi'an layman Li Qingzhao?"
"Now people in Qingzhou say that my master and Yi'an's love is as deep as the sea, and they are husband and wife to each other. This is a legend in the world and a couple of gods and fairies. Many scholars chanted and covered their faces and were moved by them."
"Now I don't know how many women in Qinglai's six prefectures are thinking about being selected into the Bohai County Prince's Mansion... Alas, my master is as lustful as a wolf, as brave as a tiger, as talent as a dragon, as powerful as a sky, as passionate as a sea...
, Such a man, how many women in this world can withstand such temptation?”
Wei Ying burst into tears and spat: "How dare you arrange Wang Lin like this? Please carefully punish him and copy the book for a few more days."
Zhao Gou sighed: "Mom, if half of my masters have learned martial arts, I dare to compete with the prince for the world, but it's a pity..."
Wei Ying immediately cleared up the distracting thoughts and said solemnly: "Gou'er, don't belittle yourself! How old are you? How can you compare with Wang Lin? You can follow Wang Lin to learn literature and martial arts well. Even if you can learn 10% of his abilities, it will be unknown in the future.
”
Zhao Gou sighed again: "Mom, my master is full of love and love. He has been away from going to the military camp every day, but he has fallen into a gentle village in his mansion. He has no time to teach his son...
…”
"The color is a bone-scraping steel knife..."
Ahem!
"Your Highness Nine, I'm talking strange things behind my back? No wonder I can't stand your trouble in the front yard."
Wang Lin's voice came from behind him. Zhao Gou was so scared that he was out of his mind. He immediately turned around and bowed and said, "Student...How dare..."
Wang Lin snorted coldly: "You don't dare? You are everywhere in the mansion to promote the name of being lustful. Now, all over the mansion, including the military camp, say that I am the general of the tiger and the immortal in the beauty. Do you know your guilt?"
Zhao Gou lowered his head and dared not speak.
"Hmph, from today on, you will be a soldier in the army and train with the army. You must not delay it for one day."
Zhao Gou left in disappointment.
Zhao Gou got out, Wang Lin stepped forward and hugged Wei Ying, and smiled and said, "Is this jealous? You jealous jar, I will put a jar of milk for you another day."
Wei Ying pouted: "I don't have the talent of Yi'an's layman, nor do I have your wife Han Yan, Jinlian, and Li Shishi, who are so charming and peerless. They are old and are also abandoned women. What qualifications do I have to be jealous?"
Wang Lin laughed: "Okay, don't complain. Since you followed me, I will treat you sincerely and will not let you suffer any grievances. Except for the fact that you don't have a reputation for the time being, you will have everything you should have, even Yan
You may have something they don’t have.”
Wei Ying was happy when she heard this, her beautiful eyes turned, and she burst into tears and said with a smile: "You must take your words seriously, don't coax me!"
"Oh... I can't just call this gouer for nothing."
Wei Ying's face turned red and her pink fist chased her.
...
Front yard, study room.
Yan Xijiao hurriedly held a piece of paper and handed it to Zhu Lian, who was silently cleaning up the study for Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "Zhu Nushu, I don't know much about literature and ink. Please tell me what the prince wrote to Mr. Yi'an.
...A courtship poem?"
Zhu Lian took it and recited it from top to bottom. A deep luster gradually appeared in his withered eyes.
After a long time, she said quietly: "The Prince of Bohai is not inferior to the Master Yi'an. This is not a courtship poem, but a love poem with Master Yi'an. The general meaning is: I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky, and the original work of a branch on the ground
, the sea has passed away and the rocks have rotten, and the mind will never change."
Yan Xijiao said, standing there leisurely and fascinated, feeling so envious.
She immediately remembered her humble identity. How could she win Wang Lin like this? She sighed and went straight to help Zhu Lian clean up the study.
But Zhu Lian said again: "My sister, there are some men in this world who are passionate, but not many people who are passionate, and there are many people who are talented and passionate. However, there are more people who are disgusted by the new and tired of the old and unhappy."
Yan Xijiao nodded: "Madam Zhu, I heard the prince say two poems in the past, saying: "Everyone is often a dog slaughterer, and most unfaithful people are scholars. This is what you said, but I don't believe that my prince will be a unfaithful person."
”
Zhu Lian remained silent.
In the past, she never believed that Zhao Huan would be a person who was unlucky.
Zhao Huan has told her such sweet words many times in the past.
However……
Zhu Lian turned around and walked away in desolation.
As the female official of the county prince’s palace, Zhu Lian served in the study room. As a concubine, Yan Xijiao also stayed in the study room.
In addition to these two women, there are several maids serving in the yard.
Yan Xijiao took some snacks from the kitchen and was about to send them into the study, but she heard two maids and a maid whispering in the corridor around the corner, and then she heard it.
"Xiao Huan, do you know who the female book is in the prince's study? I heard the palace maid beside the Prince Yidu County Prince said that it was the prince's prince's concubine, and was later driven out of the palace by the prince..."
"Why?"
"I heard that she was unfaithful... You said she was taken in the study by the prince, so why didn't she?..."
"Rareless! How dare you arrange the prince behind your back!" Yan Xi was furious and stood there and scolded: "Damn it, a damn dog!"
Yan Xijiao is not a delicate beauty who accepts it. She scolded the two maids and servants away. She turned around and saw Zhu Lian wearing a thin white dress, standing on the steps of the study, trembling, and her face was bleak, and she was as white as a white paper.
It's still white, without any blood.
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