Wen Tingyun's eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Muxue. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, when I saw the little girl's eyes moist again, I was stunned again.

"Girl, this is Mr. Wen."

"Mr. Wen, this is Miss Youwei."

Jasper is introduced between the two.

Wen Tingyun looked at the two girls, remembered that day, and couldn't help but sigh.

Caiyun can't hide the brilliance of the sun and the moon, the first time he saw this beaten little girl that day, he felt that she was extraordinary, it was less than a month, and the two girls were adjusted.

Jiang Muxue saluted Wen Tingyun and did not look up.

After that, Chong Biyu said: "My sister's singing voice is so beautiful, she sings to my heart, so I am sad." ”

At this moment, Mingyue and the others also walked out.

"Sister, come and play together." Mingyue took Jiang Muxue's hand and introduced it to everyone, "This is the sister of the slave family who married Jin Lan, named Youwei." ”

Jiang Muxue didn't expect this to be the case, she said that to Biyu, she was going to go back to the room.

But Mingyue kept pulling her, and she couldn't break free.

Everyone returned to Mingyue's room together, and after a while, the sound of silk and bamboo wind music started again.

Jiang Muxue sat honestly, watching them chant poems, play the piano and sing songs, and were silent for a long time.

Li Shen quietly touched Wen Tingyun's elbow and said with a narrow smile: "Although that girl is small, if you look closely, she has the appearance of a country, and she will definitely be better than Mingyue in the future." ”

Wen Tingyun was a little displeased, and paused and said: "Compared with her appearance, I care more about her smart and clever, and she became a poet at the age of seven." ”

"That is, she is a famous poet in Chang'an." As if thinking of something, Li Shen walked straight to Jiang Muxue's side, "Girl, can you write a poem for Zaixia?" ”

As soon as he said this, everyone became interested, and even Mingyue pushed Jiang Muxue out, saying that her sister was talented.

Jiang Muxue glanced at Wen Tingyun, but when she saw that his eyes were full of expectation, she blessed herself, walked to the table, picked up the pen and paper, and waved it in a dashing manner.

She looks free and easy, her pen is full of flowers, but her handwriting is very beautiful.

Not long after, a seven-character poem jumped on the paper:

Pondering and searching for poetry under the lamp, sleepless and long nights afraid of the cold.

The leaves in the courtyard are full of sorrow, and the screen window cherishes the moon.

The evacuation is not idle, and the wish is fulfilled, and the prosperity and decline are empty.

The secluded place of the indefinite sycamore, the twilight finch chirps around the forest.

This poem was specially written by Yu Xuanji to Wen Tingyun in his previous life, and the title is: Send Wen Feiqing on a winter night.

Between the lines, he vividly depicts his sense of wandering, loneliness, and depression. At that time, Wen Tingyun had become her teacher, Yu Xuanji had been lonely for so many years, and finally there was such a person who was willing to teach him how to write words and care about his future and fate.

For the first time, she felt the warmth of the world in her heart.

If it is said that Yu Xuanji has been warm twice in his life, once he met Wen Tingyun, and the second time he married Li Yi.

And Wen Tingyun, for Yu Xuanji, is also a teacher and friend, like a father, and later, like a lover.

Such complex emotions can definitely show that Wen Tingyun's position in Yu Xuanji's heart cannot be shaken.

Even later, she fell in love with Li Yi,

Zhou Miao and others held the poems in their hands and recited them repeatedly, and they were all amazed.

Especially when I think that such a neat, peugeot, and straightforward masterpiece came from the hands of an eleven-year-old child, everyone sighed even more at the greatness of the creator.

"It is not an exaggeration to describe Zhong Lin Yuxiu, Wuhua Tianbao." Zhou Xuan was amazed, but Duan Chengshi suddenly shook his head, straight and regretful.

Everyone was puzzled, and Duan Chengshi sighed: "It's a pity that it's not a man!" ”

Shocked, Jiang Muxue couldn't help but think of the mystery of Yu Xuanji in her previous life, and I don't know how many times she had saddened that she was not a man.

If she is a man, with her intelligence, talent and transparency endowed by God, how can she fight for a prosperous future.

Just because she is a daughter, even if she has no talent, she can only be reduced to the land of fireworks in the end, rapping and laughing, and she doesn't know day and night.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but write again:

The clouds are full of spring and sunshine, and the silver hook fingers are born.

Self-hatred covers up the verses, and raises his head to envy the middle of the list.

After reading it, Duan Chengshi suddenly looked at Wen Tingyun and laughed.

Zhou Xuan also coaxed, "Brother Feiqing should take a look at it the most, I don't know how he will feel!" ”

At this time, Wen Tingyun was still immersed in Jiang Muxue's previous song, and suddenly heard Zhou Miao call him again, and his tone was quite narrow, so he hurriedly came over to read it.

I was surprised if I didn't taste it carefully.

The little girl, there is such a furrow in her chest, she really doesn't let her eyebrows go.

Looking down and thinking about it again, a little girl was angry that even though she was talented, she was not allowed to take the same exam as Xu Mei and be an official in the same dynasty, but her talent and enthusiasm could not be stretched.

And what about him?

Isn't that the case?

Repeated failures in the imperial examination made him disheartened.

For a while, Wen Tingyun felt a sense of pity in her heart.

"It's better to ...... like this," Zhou Miao smiled: "How about Brother Feiqing accept this girl as a student?" ”

"That's a great idea!" Duan Cheng formula and then side to it.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became lively, and Mingyue took Jiang Muxue's hand and said with a smile: "Silly sister, don't apprentice yet!" ”

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Jiang Muxue looked at Wen Tingyun again and found that this man was also looking forward to it.

So, she slowly walked in front of Wen Tingyun, knelt down respectfully, and kowtowed three times.

Mingyue brought a cup of tea and handed it to Jiang Muxue.

Jiang Muxue held it in both hands, "Sir, please drink tea." ”

"Hurry up, please!" Wen Tingyun took the tea and didn't rush to drink it, and after putting the cup on the table, she hurriedly helped Jiang Muxue up, and then drank the tea in one gulp.

The crowd applauded.

That night, Duan Chengshi, Zhou Miao and others made the east, and prepared a table of banquets in the Mingyue room to celebrate the "teachers and students".

Xu was excited, or frustrated by the imperial examination, Wen Tingyun drank a lot of wine, and in the end, he and Duan Chengshi and Zhou Miao poured each other together, and they were drunk.

But what is this place?

There are beauties, there is the smell of wine, there is a hotbed, and there is naturally a land when you are drunk.

Although several people were drunk and unconscious, Mingyue and the others still took good care of them.

The next day, when the sun was three poles, Wen Tingyun woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a delicate and delicate face, Wen Tingyun was shocked, and he got up violently.

"Girl, you ......"

"Youwei waits for Mr. to freshen up."

"Oh, no, no, I'll do it myself."

Wen Tingyun took the handkerchief in Jiang Muxue's hand in a panic and washed her face indiscriminately.

Jiang Muxue poured out the water, put the empty basin on the shelf, and poured him another cup of tea.

Wen Tingyun took it and drank it all.

Putting down the cup, he thought for a moment.

There was silence in the room.

After a long time, Wen Tingyun suddenly broke the silence, as if he mustered up great courage and said: "Yesterday, I can see that the girl is not too happy, and if she is not happy, why not refuse directly?" (To be continued.) )