Looking at the polite scholar in front of him, who smelled of books, he looked at himself calmly, and then bowed to himself. Qing Lan was in a daze, and for a moment, the look in her beautiful eyes was unexpectedly...
It's a little crazy.
Such scenes had appeared in her mind countless times.
Which woman has not had the time of spring? When she was young, she also dreamed that one day, in the season of blooming peach blossoms, she would be held by a scholar and wander in the afterglow of the setting sun, reading poignant poems, elegant noses, and
Those deep words.
The scene in front of me is very similar to the scene that has disappeared in my mind for a long time.
only……
"A poem for you, I hope you will cherish it more!"
Such words made the stunned Qing Lan feel a pain in her heart.
Oh, this is not a dream after all!
He sighed bitterly in his heart, raised his head, and looked at the handsome scholar in front of him, but there was a faint calmness in his eyes.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Qinglan's mouth, and she sighed slightly.
"What a talent!" The staff around them saw Lu Heng perform the call on the spot with their own eyes. After just pondering for a moment, a masterpiece was born.
It seems very casual and light, but in fact it is often the case.
Some things seem to be unparalleled in people's eyes. They usually think that the person who does such things is either a god or an immortal. Moreover, the occurrence of such things must have a wonderful story.
But, in fact, for the person involved, it may be just a feeling in his heart, or it may just be a joke played with the world in his spare time.
That's all!
"The literary talent is good, and the artistic conception is also good. This poem can be called a masterpiece!" A staff member rubbed his chin while recalling the poems on the rice paper he just saw, which were flowing and flowing without being artificial at all. The more he thought about it,
The more he felt that there were many wonderful things in it. Thinking back on it, he was full of admiration, stroking his beard and praising deeply, "Even at the time of Emperor Shengwu, this poem was a first-rate masterpiece!"
"The peach blossoms are still there, but the beauty is nowhere to be found! Alas, the most painful thing in the world is nothing more than this!" "Oh, I feel a little melancholy and sad!"
Several staff members gathered together and whispered their comments and understandings about the poem. Some people rubbed their chins and nodded in praise, while others had a sad look on their faces, as if they were recalling their own affairs.
They were whispering, and occasionally turned their heads to look at the scholar who was looking at the princess. Seeing that he was wearing a light green gown, with a calm look and aloof temperament, they couldn't help but nod their heads, with eyes full of admiration.
sè.
Luo Wei, who was waiting to watch the excitement, saw the scholar and wrote this eternal masterpiece without any hesitation. He felt extremely complicated in his heart.
Perhaps he himself didn't know how highly His Highness the King of Jin respected this scholar.
But Luo Wei knew that when he was in Prince Jin's palace, he had heard several times that Prince Jin would sigh with regret when talking about the poems written by this scholar, "This person cannot be used by me."
After the King of Jin learned about the incident involving Su Fuyin of Jiangning Weaving Mansion, he stood up excitedly on the spot, patted the table, and exclaimed: This person is extremely talented.
It seemed that he did not take the destruction of his Jiangnan granary into consideration at all.
At that time, Luo Wei cautiously made a suggestion to deal with the scholar secretly. But it was directly rejected by the King of Jin.
At that time, the King of Jin waved his hand and said: Thousands of armies are easy to get but one general is hard to find. If I can exchange the Jiangning granary for this person's loyalty, let alone Jiangning, I will be willing to give up the entire Jiangnan.
From this matter, Luo Wei could see how much King Jin valued this person.
However, after this incident, Luo Wei felt a sense of vigilance in his heart. The existence of this scholar made him feel a huge threat.
He is the chief staff officer of the Jin Palace.
However, ever since this scholar was born, King Jin seems to have been thinking about him all the time.
The meaning of solicitation is self-evident.
In case, this scholar really accepts the invitation of King Jin and becomes a staff member of King Jin's palace.
Then, according to how much King Jin attaches importance to this person, he will definitely succeed him and become the chief staff member of King Jin's palace.
And, at that time, what should I do?
As the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers!
From then on, Luo Wei began to think about how to deal with this scholar. At least, he had to prevent him from coming to Shanxi.
It's just a pity that the assassination in Chengdu Mansion that he was ordered to arrange with great pains finally came to nothing.
The scholar returned safe and sound.
After learning about this, Luo Wei made up his mind and decided to come to Jiangning in person to see who Lu Heng was. By the way, he wanted to muddy the waters.
Let those who want to mow the fish be unable to do so, and let those who are hoisted ashore have their wishes not come true.
Now, seeing this situation, it seems that he has succeeded.
However, even though things are successful, there are always imperfections, or even hidden dangers.
This poem, at this time, was the biggest hidden danger in Luo Wei's heart.
From the moment he entered the house, he saw that the scholar was well-controlled in answering questions, had a calm mind, and was not lacking in skills. Luo Wei knew that this scholar was definitely a formidable opponent.
However, this scholar, in particular, wrote such a masterpiece just by pondering for a moment. His quick thinking should not be underestimated.
Moreover, the power of this poem seems to be far greater than the staff around him thought.
Looking at the princess's crazy expression, you can tell that this scholar has done a very good job.
Turning his head, Luo Wei looked at the scholar with a respectful look on his face. He took a step back, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance from the princess. He smiled with some disdain.
hypocrite!
"Princess, this poem... is deceptive." The princess is a womanizer after all. Once she encounters this kind of thing, she will inevitably get angry. After thinking of this, Luo Wei thought for a while, stepped forward and lowered his voice and said to the princess.
.
Hearing this, Princess Qinglan just smiled faintly.
In the palm of my hand, the warmth of the scholar still seemed to remain.
She knew what Luo Wei meant by deception. But was it really a lie?
Just now, the scholar gave this poem to his hand, raised his head, and looked at himself quietly at that moment...
It was a kind of helplessness, hope and even determination.
Although that look only flashed by, it was very real!
It’s just that it’s so short-lived!
She sighed quietly in her heart, and after dispelling the lingering charm of being held by the scholar's hand in her mind, her thoughts became much clearer. She turned over the rice paper in her hand and quietly took a look at the poems on it.
"I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze!" Princess Qinglan recited it softly, then raised her head and looked at Lu Heng with a beautiful smile, with the same pattern in her beautiful eyes.
A charming smile.
"What is the meaning of Mr. Lu's poem?" She covered her mouth, chuckled, looked at Lu Heng with a touch of pink on her face and said angrily: "Is it possible that you want to express your love to the slave family?"
It was still such ambiguous words, still a naked tease. However, the wisp of truth that lingered between the two of them disappeared without a trace as the words came out.
Lu Heng smiled softly and raised his head, looking at Princess Qinglan in front of him with her small mouth pouting and her eyes full of resentment. He shook his head slightly and smiled: "If the princess thinks so, then that's it!
"No, I want to hear it from your own mouth!" Unexpectedly, Princess Qinglan refused to let go. She looked at Lu Heng with a smile, and a touch of excitement flashed in her eyes.
The little hands hidden in the sleeves were sweating without knowing it. She was so nervous that her little hands couldn't help but tightly grasp the hem of the skirt.
"Oh, this is a poem by Zeng Qing. I hope you will cherish it more!" Lu Heng smiled slightly, cupped his fists and saluted Princess Qinglan, and then repeated the previous sentence exactly as it was.
Hearing this, Princess Qinglan's face stiffened for a moment, and a hint of paleness flashed across her pink and peach cheeks. However, she quickly regained her composure.
Even though I knew it was false, I still expected it.
Really, so interesting!
She looked at the scholar in front of her quietly and sighed quietly in her heart.
After a while, Princess Qinglan smiled sweetly, covered her mouth, giggled and said: "Okay, I'm just joking with you, but you still take it seriously. Look how scared you are!"
"Today, I'm a little tired!" Princess Qinglan stretched out lazily, gave Lu Heng a charming look, stretched out her little hand, covered her cherry mouth and yawned: "This is the time for me, slave."
Let's go!" "Send me off to the princess palace...!" "Don't be busy seeing off the guests, we haven't finished talking yet!" Princess Qinglan muttered angrily.
mouth, giving him a blank look.
Then he saw Princess Qinglan and took out a handkerchief from her arms.
Then, he neatly folded the handkerchief and placed it in his palm. He stretched out his little hand and presented it in front of Lu Heng.
"Here, this is for you!" Princess Qinglan had a smile on her face, and the silk handkerchief on her clean little hand was filled with a faint fragrance.
At this time, she was like a little girl who was eager to show off, simple and true.
"Don't refuse!" Seeing Lu Heng's delay in moving, Princess Qinglan snorted, then stepped forward and stubbornly stuffed the handkerchief into Lu Heng's arms.
"Okay, the slave family is leaving. There is no need to send Mr. Lu away!" After doing all this, Princess Qinglan took a deep look at Lu Heng, moved her steps lightly, and walked directly towards the door.
"Your Highness, take care!" Lu Heng looked at Qing Lan who was leaving, clasped his fists and said softly.
Outside the house, the midday sun shines brightly. Surrounded by everyone, the charming princess paused slightly after hearing the words coming from the room, then stepped forward lightly and walked out.
The door.
Seeing the woman leaving, Lu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.
Sitting on the chair, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the tea in the cup. He suddenly remembered that there was still the handkerchief in his arms given by Princess Qinglan.
Taking it out, unfolding it and taking a look, Lu Heng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then a faint bitter smile appeared on his face.
On the slightly trembling silk handkerchief, a peach blossom bloomed brightly. Under the lifelike peach blossom, two lines of beautiful handwriting were clearly visible: "As soon as the Hou family entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from now on"!