Song Mu's face was unclear at the moment, but Xu Yuncai's cheeks suddenly turned red, and then he looked around.
Song Mu understood and motioned to go to the room to discuss in detail.
The two came to Song Mu's room, Song Mu poured him a cup of tea, and then Xu Yun spoke.
"I came to see Brother Song this time because... I wanted to ask for a poem."
Song Mu suddenly became speechless and blinked his eyes. Xu Yun had always been extremely confident in his poems, so why would he ask him to write poems now?
So Song Mu looked at the other party in surprise and said.
"Poetry? Brother Xu has great literary talent, why not make a few of your own?"
Hearing Song Mu say this, the other party waved his hand in embarrassment and hesitated for a few minutes before speaking.
"Brother Song, please stop teasing me, this is different..."
Song Mu was even more stunned when he heard this sentence, but at the moment he listened to the other person speaking slowly.
"I live in the east of the city, separated by a small alley, in a large courtyard. It is now the residence where officials and military officials are kept."
"One day I was practicing flute music in the courtyard, and then suddenly there was a burst of music in the courtyard."
As the other party spoke eloquently, Song Mu listened attentively, and then a somewhat incredulous smile appeared on his face.
It turns out that although Xu Yuncai knew nothing about poetry, he was very good at history and music, and could be regarded as talented.
A year ago, he accidentally met the person in the mansion and found that the person was a slim and green woman with a beautiful face and polite manner.
After going back and forth, playing the piano and flute in harmony like this, the two people gradually developed feelings for each other.
Xu Yuncai had an uncle who was an official in the capital, and he found a place for him as a student in Imperial College. Now his father asked him to study.
He might be able to get a scholar position among the Imperial Academy.
Father's orders cannot be violated, but this time he went north, he didn't know when he would see the beautiful woman again. Xu Yuncai had told her about this before, but it only made people angry.
After several coaxings, they finally reconciled, but the other party was quite reluctant to let go of Xu Yuncai.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xu Yuncai was going to Chang'an, so thinking that it was the Chinese Valentine's Day soon, he decided to send some good gifts, express more feelings, and make tokens of love.
Xu Yuncai originally prepared a guqin, but he felt it was not enough, so he thought of composing poems himself.
He once tried to use Song Mu's "Night Nostalgia" and "Nanxiangzi" to write lyrics, hoping to use them to express some feelings. However, his poetic skills were too touching. If he sent them away, he was afraid that they would be damaged.
Got the mood.
Later, he happened to meet Song Mu by chance, so he deliberately sought him out because he wanted Song Mu to write a love poem for him.
After hearing the purpose, Song Mu immediately shook his head and refused the request.
This thing is not something you agree to randomly. Besides, I am a solo guy who was born in 2016, but he wants to help others write love poems. What does it mean?
"Brother Song, please do me this favor. As long as it's done, Yuncai will be very grateful!"
When Song Mu saw this, he shook his head. No matter how much he thanked him, it was only some silver taels or something, but he still had five hundred taels of gold in his tourmaline, so it didn't really matter.
"Brother Xu Yuncai, please stop talking about this matter..."
As Song Mu was saying this, the other party suddenly took out something and slapped it on the table. Song Mu lowered his eyes and looked at it, but it was a withered yellow book.
Song Mu was speechless, but Xu Yuncai had already spoken.
"I know that ordinary vulgar things may not be suitable for Brother Song, but this collection of Wang Bo's poems is definitely good for Brother Song."
Song Mu was speechless at the moment, but the other party hurriedly continued.
"Brother Song, this is not an ordinary collection of poems. The poems in it are annotated by Wang Bo himself."
Song Mu was immediately stunned. Although Wang Bo died young, the articles he left behind were astonishing, but he had never seen poems with his own annotations.
At the moment, Song Mu was also full of disbelief, but Xu Yuncai already showed a somewhat successful look.
Song Mu's heart skipped a beat, but he immediately lowered his gaze and spoke immediately.
"Brother Xu..."
"Ahem, take it, this thing has some uses."
Before Song Mu finished speaking, Tao Fengming's voice suddenly came from the room separated by a wall. Xu Yuncai was a little embarrassed, but immediately looked at Song Mu again.
Song Mu looked up at the wall, his expression a little strange at the moment, but immediately he could only smile and nod.
Xu Yuncai was immediately overjoyed and was about to step forward to thank him, but Song Mu stopped him and asked.
"Brother Xu, are you and that girl a good match?"
"My family has been running a bookstore for generations, and many of my uncles are officials, but they also come from scholarly families."
"Then both parents agree with this matter?"
"My father had previously told the Recorder and the Military Commissioner that both parties were in favor of it, but the son of his family was not married yet, so I could only wait."
After Song Mu carefully asked a few questions, Xu Yuncai had a look of confusion on his face, but he still looked at Song Mu.
Song Mu sighed and stopped talking, and finally just said one sentence.
"Then don't spread the word that I did it."
Hearing this, Xu Yuncai was a little surprised in his eyes, but he immediately nodded and almost raised his finger to swear in front of Song Mu.
Song Mu also didn't expect that he would have a poem now, and he would actually write it to others to share his heartfelt feelings.
But that's all, since the master told me to accept the things, I have to reciprocate.
I just always felt that this move was a little awkward.
Song Mu was sitting in front of the desk and took a special piece of paper that Xu Yuncai carefully handed over. It exuded a faint scent of cinnamon and the paper was extremely warm. It must have been specially customized by Xu Yuncai.
Xu Yuncai smiled and helped to study the ink, while Song Mu pondered for a while.
After a while, Song Mu took the pen handed over by the other party, took a deep breath, and left straight fonts on the paper with his body language.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels far away in secret."
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As soon as Song Mu started writing these two sentences, Xu Yuncai suddenly clenched his hand and thought of himself.
The thin clouds are ever-changing in the sky, and the shooting stars in the sky convey similar sadness. I quietly spend this night in the distant and shadowless Milky Way...
Meeting on the Chinese Valentine's Day with autumn leaves and white dew is already much better than those couples in the world who are rubbing shoulders with each other.
With just a few words, Xu Yuncai's heart suddenly moved.
But Song Mu's men still didn't stop.
"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can bear to look at the magpie bridge on your way back."
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night?"
As long as our love lasts until death, there is no need to covet the happiness of each other...
Song Mu finished it in one go. He quickly collected the ink on the tip of his pen, put down the brush, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Brother Xu Yuncai, that's it."
Song Mu raised his head and said, but when he turned his head, he saw that Xu Yuncai was stunned and didn't know what to do, just staring.
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night?"
Xu Yuncai muttered a few words to himself, then suddenly came back to his senses and asked Song Mu with some excitement.
"Good words! Good words!"
After saying this, Xu Yuncai realized how fitting this word was to him. Each word expressed his feelings, and it was touching to read.
"Brother Song, do you have a name for the poem?"
Xu Yuncai asked slowly, but Song Mu just stepped aside, showed him immediately, and then said with a smile.
"Let's call it "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao"."
"Magpie Bridge Immortal? Wonderful, wonderful!"
After hearing this, Xu Yuncai immediately repeated it twice, and at this moment, a fierce light burst out in his eyes.
The meaning revealed between the lines of these poems has moved me deeply. If I could meet a beautiful woman, I would definitely be even more surprised.
Looking at the two piles of poems in front of him, Xu Yuncai said with some embarrassment.
"Brother Song, are you willing to let me fall ink?"
Song Mu smiled and signaled to the other party.
"Please, Brother Xu, it will be considered as if I exchanged your collection of poems."
"Then Xu appreciates it."
Xu Yuncai said excitedly. He took a few deep breaths before picking up the pen and adding the title of the poem.
When the poem was completed, there were six levels of talent and talent, and the literary spirit surged, but slowly flowed into Song Mu's body.
Xu Yuncai stared blankly at the poem, feeling dazed for a while, almost losing his composure. Song Mu turned his head to look at the poetry book on the table next to him, but he didn't know what the master was doing.
After a while, Xu Yun took his things and left with a lot of thanks. Song Mu just told him not to spread the praise indiscriminately, and then he also went to Tao Fengming's room.
Entering his room, he saw Tao Fengming sitting in front of the window, admiring the scenery outside. Song Mu was scratching his head at this moment, and then asked a question.
"Master, is this collection of poems by Wang Bo so good?"
Tao Fengming nodded.
"Wang Bo was one of the four great talents of the early Tang Dynasty. His poems, lyrics, and songs were all gorgeous and wonderful, and they were excellent."
"If you can read through the contents and understand its meaning, you will be able to read the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" in a strange place in the world at your fingertips."
After hearing this, Song Mu understood that Tao Fengming had made arrangements for the future, and he nodded with deep understanding.
"It turns out that's the case, but I misunderstood the teacher. I thought..."
"No, I really want to see how the poems you wrote are like."
Tao Fengming suddenly said this. Song Mu was suddenly startled, but saw a line of poetry on the table in front of Tao Fengming. On the paper above.
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night?"