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It was her first attempt at poetry.

She knew that Master Dayue had a hearty personality and was easy to talk to, but his temperament was much more irritable than that of Master Xiaoyue, and she would definitely not see her showing timidity or making excuses, so she didn't say more, and slowly rubbed to the desk, grinding ink, and searching her stomach and intestines.

Yue Qi stretched his brows at this time, looked at Shang Xiu'er looking at the sky with her eyes, pondered for a long time, shook her head with a smile, and only drank tea and waited.

He pinched the time, and seeing that it was almost there, Shang Xiu'er stood solemnly in front of the desk, hung up Bai Shengsheng's wrist, lifted the pen with five fingers like tender bamboo shoots, and gently held his right wrist with the other hand, lowered his neck slightly, and wrote seriously. I'm afraid that because it is the first time to write a poem, I seem to be still a little nervous, and my lips are biting slightly, as if this can help a little when writing.

After writing a poem, Shang Xiu'er sighed, then gently picked it up, dried the ink, and respectfully handed it to Master Dayue.

Needless to say, she was even more nervous than just now, because Yue Qi was the master who taught her to read.

Yue Qi looked carefully, Shang Xiu'er's handwriting was also taught by him one by one, neat and beautiful, with flesh and bones, and the words were like her. If he has a soft personality, sometimes he is very stubborn, he knows that Shang Xiu'er's daily schoolwork, just forging bones and the kung fu behind him, if he is not a resolute person who can endure hardships, he will never be able to stand up; But if she is arrogant, obviously she is not, she does not do any unnecessary insistence.

On the paper was a simple four-line poem.

"The red plum is the first point, and the winter snow is disappearing day by day. Invite the Eastern Monarch from afar, Si Chun is still looking forward to it early. ”

It's a very ordinary Xiaoling, which is quite appropriate, but Yue Qi's original intention is not so simple, he put the paper on the table next to him, and said, "You read Bai in a southern dialect, and go through it with your body together." ”

Shang Xiu'er went through it in her heart before she took a step.

She has been learning from Master Liang for so long, step by step as if the ruler has been measured, and the two hands are swinging beside her during the action, in addition to this, she saw the long skirt trembling slightly, like water waves, Nana walked in front of Yue Qi and stood still, made a gesture of pushing the window, and then seemed to be blown in by the cold wind, her face was slightly deviated, and the slender jade hand gestured in front of her mouth, and rubbed it again, Fang pinched her orchid finger, pointed out the window, and chanted: "Red plum is low." ”

He spread out his hands again, waved the handkerchief in his hand, and said, "The winter snow is disappearing day by day." Immediately afterwards, he put his hands together again, made a prayer gesture, and said, "Invite the Eastern Sovereign, Si Chun is still looking forward to it." ”

Yue Qi said: "It's quite fitting." So tell me, what should be the identity of the character who recites the poem? ”

Shang Xiu'er said: "It's a maid." ”

Yue Qi nodded again and said, "If this poem is read by Da Qingyi, is it appropriate?" ”

Shang Xiu'er thought for a while, shook her head and said, "It's not suitable." Master Dayue, although I can't make a better one, I know that I am half a catty and eight taels, and some words in this poem are vulgar, just like red plums or something. After finishing speaking, he was also a little disgusted, and he caught a glimpse of the ninety-nine cold diagram, and said with an idea: "Master Dayue, is it appropriate to replace it with Momei?" ”

Yue Qi said: "Suitable is also suitable, but it still depends on the occasion." and changed the red plum, then the winter snow must also be changed, and with the role of Da Qingyi, it would be frivolous to say the last two sentences. After speaking, he stood up, ignoring the mink fur cloak piled on the ground, leaned over and picked up the ninety-nine cold diagram, called Qinghuan, who had been standing beside him, to come over, and said, "I'll make the decision for Yue Lin, this painting can be pasted on the wall." ”

He turned around and looked at Shang Xiu'er, but Shang Xiu'er didn't have the joy of passing his homework, he just frowned and looked at the four lines of poetry, but he couldn't think of two new lines anymore.

Yue Qi saw that she was entangled and said with a smile: "I'll give you an idea." You think, since it's a ninety-nine cold picture, this is not a thing that poor families play, the weather is cold, food and clothing are a problem, how can you be in the mood to paint red plums? So if there is such a scene on the stage, at least it is a lady, and since this is the case, it will definitely follow a maid. Then the first two sentences of this poem can be read by Tsing Yi, and the last two sentences can be said by the maid in a hurry. Second, if it is a talented and beautiful woman, this sentence 'Si Chun is still looking forward to being early' is an introduction. ”

Shang Xiu'er couldn't help but be stunned, and pondered a few back and forth in her heart, it turned out that ...... It turned out that the two Master Yue were very knowledgeable about drama, and while admiring it, they were even more grateful to Xiao Liuye for his hard work, Fang looked at Yue Qi with bright eyes, and said, "Master Yue, this method is good!" ”

Yue Qi smiled and said, "This is what I came up with, not what you thought of." ”

Shang Xiu'er was only stunned for a moment, then immediately bowed down and thanked him, and said, "Master Dayue, I understand. ”

Yue Qi liked her intelligence, and thought that she should also be worshiped by her, so he didn't help her up, but said: "Although the foundation of more than half a year has been hasty, it has been stronger than many servants. You don't want to take the exam to be a female champion, or to be a female talent, so it's almost enough now, and the next class will only be more difficult than today, and you have to work harder yourself. ”

When Shang Xiu'er finished the last point of the ninety-nine cold picture, the red plum blossomed all over the picture, and it was already a spring light outside the window.

The eaves of the warbler garden are chic, there is a line of spring flowers planted on it, in the early spring, more than a dozen tender green branches hang in front of the window, and there are small yellow flowers blooming on the top, which is chic and gratifying.

The spring breeze is here again, and it has been more than a year since Shang Xiuer came to Huodu.

She hadn't seen Guanyin Lady either, she knew that Sai Guanyin lived in the bamboo garden.

In the past, if Shang Xiu'er knew that there was such a legendary celebrity by his side, I was afraid that he would have to go three times a day to entangle and ask for advice? But today, she didn't dare to bother the person who changed her life with one sentence - it was better to say that she didn't dare to bother, but she didn't know how to deal with it, and she agreed with the saying that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, but she couldn't completely let go.

Last year's time and experience, for Shang Xiu'er, was like an unusually cold and humiliating dream.

Shang Xiu'er just thought about it, don't take it seriously. Only in this way can it be like waking up from a dream, and all the unbearable life in her "wake-up" life can be covered by those beautiful lyrics, dripping sweat, almost no moment of leisure, and Xiao Yuan's spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In the early spring of Xiao Garden last year, Shang Xiuer had almost no time and no mood to pay attention, but this year when she walked in the garden, she found that the spring here was so lively and pleasant.

She climbed the flower branches in her hands, and the large clusters of double-petaled peach blossoms bloomed all over the branches, like a tree of brocade entangled, and it was really thousands of flowers pressing down on the branches.