Hu Shuang inquired early in the morning, so he hurriedly wrote two poems and sent them to Xiang Zhenxuan. He made an appointment with him, and if he couldn't get up, today's plan would be in vain. She didn't know what kind of writing this little kid was, but she couldn't delay the big thing because of such small details.

"It's a 'gambling book to pour the fragrance of tea, at that time it was just ordinary', the son was able to write such a poignant and beautiful poem at a young age, but what did ......he experience?

Hu Shuang is not surprised, Nalan Xingde's eulogy can be reached by several people in ancient and modern times, and the thoughts in it are all true feelings.

"Scholars praise that Xiaosheng did not marry a wife. is written about the former love and happiness of the deceased father and mother. ”

Hu Shuang's words are not false, although the words are not made by themselves, but the scene of gambling books splashing ink is indeed a common thing for parents.

Her parents......

When Xiang Zhenxuan came in, he happened to see Hu Shuang reciting poetry there, and when he saw that it was her, he was inexplicably happy in his heart, and the anger he had caused because of that stranger disappeared in an instant. It must be her who asked him out today! Isn't Shuanghua Hu Shuang? It's inconvenient to go out, it's normal to disguise yourself as a man, why didn't you think of it?

Xiang Zhenxuan didn't know that the corners of his mouth were almost holding hands side by side with the sun.

When he got closer, he heard her talk about her deceased father and mother, and he was shocked, because she had so many things hidden in her heart.

I don't know if I should step forward for a while.

"It's old, no, it shouldn't have been mentioned. Childe's Day mourns. "Everyone in the store is guilty.

"Thank you scholars for your concern, and I always feel sad when I miss my parents. But life has to go on, and scholars can rest assured that Xiaosheng is not dwelling on the past. Xiao Sheng went to the third floor first and said goodbye. ”

"The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head. ”

The atmosphere on the second floor was sad, and Hu Shuang wanted to alleviate it, so he chanted a song "Little Lotus" by Yang Wanli. didn't come to fruition, and the unintentional act created another world.

"The old man heard the poem that Childe sang on the second floor, and he was worried that Childe would be difficult to get out. Unexpectedly, Childe has a strong heart and still loves life after hardships. In such a state of mind, the old man admires it! I wish the son a peaceful life and success in everything from now on. ”

"Thank you, scholars. ”

Watching Hu Shuang walk towards the private room, Xiang Zhenxuan couldn't think of good poems for a while, so he simply memorized these two poems.

"The north wind is tight, and the cold forest is silent.

Who talks about Buddhism, it's really a smallpox.

It's hard to put pen to paper, knock on the bed and make tea.

The Zen Pass can be closed early, and there should be less parking for guests. ”

"Living deep in the city, spring goes to summer.

Providence is merciful to the grass, and the world is sunny at night.

And add a high pavilion, micro note small window.

After the bird's nest is dried, the flying body is lighter. ”

As soon as he finished reading, some people applauded: "The prince of the world is so talented! The mood is leisurely, close to the life of ordinary literati." ”

After all, he didn't write it himself, Xiang Zhenxuan was inevitably a little weak when he heard the praise of others, so he hurriedly coped with it, and then walked to the private room on the third floor.

"You wrote all those poems?"

"Hmm. Why, you're starting to worship me?"

Hu Shuang's face is much thicker than Xiang Zhenxuan's, and no one will know anyway, rather than explaining to them one by one, it is better to take it all on himself.

"Who worships you? It's just that I didn't expect you to write poetry in addition to those half-baked medical skills. ”

Xiang Zhenxuan was already amazed in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face, nonsense, he couldn't give in in front of this woman. She spread rumors about her impotence, and he still remembers it clearly.