Fu Xiaoguan looked at Ning Siyan, thinking that he would tell a story about this pair of mandarin ducks, but he didn't expect Ning Siyan to turn his head and walk into the courtyard.

He didn't stay any longer, and took Fu Xiaoguan and his entourage through the gardens, corridors, pavilions, and pavilions, and then came to the atrium of the main house.

In the huge atrium, there is a huge alpine pine, this pine tree has obvious traces of artificial shape, and all the branches below it have been cut off, leaving only the canopy that covers the sky, which is very beautiful.

Under its canopy is a pavilion, and there is a set of tea sets on the white marble table in the pavilion, which is thought to have been made by Ning Siyan here.

And the opposite side of the pavilion is not a rockery, but a ...... A big wasteland!

"The main house was not handed over to the flower boss, so this place is absolutely clean."

Ning Siyan led everyone to sit down in this pavilion, "You can ask someone to clean up those houses, as for how to arrange them, there are so many houses, you can arrange them however you want." ”

Of course, this kind of thing is not handled by Fu Xiaoguan, in the face of such a beautiful and huge courtyard, Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan are much more excited than Fu Xiaoguan.

This is their home in Guanyun City!

For home, women are often more important than men, so the two women left the pavilion with three maidservants, Su Su thought about it and followed, as for where to go, it was not a matter of Fu Xiaoguan.

"You are now the master of this room, so you will make this tea yourself, and I will drink it."

Fu Xiaoguan grinned, but he was not polite, he boiled tea, and then said: "This kind of plateau place is not suitable for raising mandarin ducks." ”

Ning Siyan took a sip of wine and raised her straight eyebrows, "I don't know, but later I heard Ning Fatian say that my mother raised that pair of mandarin ducks to death and was sad for a long time, so there was that pair of [sad mandarin ducks] came out......"

He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Xiaoguan, "The main reason why I'm waiting for you here is that I want to ask you for a poem." ”

Fu Xiaoguan, who was in Fanning City, heard Wu Ling'er say that Yan Ruyu had worked hard to make that painting, and then wanted to write a poem for that painting, but in the end he couldn't do it, and he ended up depressed.

Fu Xiaoguan poured five cups of tea and handed them over separately, "Show me the painting." ”

He didn't mind mentioning this painting, because this painting was a famous product, so it naturally had to be accompanied by his famous poem.

Ning Siyan didn't expect Fu Xiaoguan to be so crisp, he paused for a moment, then got up and walked to the study, and when he came out again, he held a picture scroll in his hand.

He unfolded the scroll and hung it under the eaves.

Fu Xiaoguan was immediately attracted by this painting.

In the middle of the moon, the smoke and waves of the mirror lake are hazy, and on the surface of the misty lake, there are two lonely mandarin ducks leaning against each other, lifelike. But if you look closely, one of the mandarin ducks has closed its eyes and its head has hung down on the water, while the other mandarin duck has opened its wings to protect the dead mandarin duck.

The eyes of the living one showed endless sadness, and its eyelids drooped, making people deeply feel that its life was also passing.

The heads of the two mandarin ducks touched together, and Fu Xiaoguan seemed to be able to hear the mournful cry of the living mandarin duck.

A sense of sadness arose, as if it came out of the painting, and it infected the people who looked at it.

Su Rou stopped the needlework and looked at it in amazement, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes.

That's loyalty to love, that's loyalty to each other for life!

Fu Xiaoguan took a deep breath, looked away, and looked up at the pine canopy, where sunlight sprinkled from among the needles, not on his face, but mottled the roof eaves opposite.

"I recite, you write!"

Ning Siyan was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Fu Xiaoguan to think of this word so quickly. He flew into the study with a lunge, and then flew back again, pen and ink in his hand.

"You read, I write!"

Fu Xiaoguan still looked at the shattered blue sky above the pines, and slowly spoke:

"This word is called "Laurel Order, Infatuation"

"If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick.

The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying flocculent, and the air is like a gossamer.

An empty wisp of fragrance is here,

Looking forward to the daughter of the wanderer.

When did the symptoms come?

When the light is half dim, when the moon is half bright. ”

……

There is no mandarin duck in the whole word, but it vividly describes the meaning of deep infatuation!

Ning Siyan held the pen and looked at the poem written by Fu Xiaoguan on this painting by himself, and looked at it for a long time, then sadly, and then shed two lines of tears.

He didn't know the subtlety of this poem, but he could feel the pain of lovesickness from this poem—just like the mandarin duck in this painting, because one died, and the other was immersed in the endless pain of lovesickness, not knowing that the lamp was half dim and the moon was half bright.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard.

Fu Xiaoguan and the others raised their eyes and saw Princess Taiping walking in, followed by dozens of women's soldiers.

Princess Taiping had a smile on her face like the warm sun of this spring, she stood opposite Fu Xiaoguan and said: "I heard that some students from Lishan Academy went to the embassy to trouble you, so I went there, only to know that you won Tang Qianjun, and only then did I know that you moved here, so I came to take a look...... Hey...... Isn't this the "sad mandarin duck"? ”

Wu Linger turned her head and saw the painting hanging under the eaves of the pavilion.

"Huh...... It's a word! ”

"Laurel Order, Infatuation"

"If you don't fall asick in your life, you will be lovesick, and you will be lovesick......"

Wu Ling'er was suddenly amazed by this poem, and never looked away.

“…… When did the symptoms come? When the light is half dim, when the moon is half bright, ......"

Isn't that what I wrote?

Wu Ling'er fell into deep thought, recalling the bits and pieces after knowing Fu Xiaoguan.

Because of a dream of seeing the Red Mansion, he fell into the lovesickness for Fu Xiaoguan, and the lovesickness became stronger and stronger, so that he couldn't sleep at night, so that he looked forward to every letter from Liu Yan'er, so that this time the Wu Dynasty Literary Meeting, he was thinking about how to meet him early...... It's really hurtful for Acacia!

After a while, Wu Ling'er retracted her gaze, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Ning Siyan, and then looked at Fu Xiaoguan.

Her eyes flashed with brilliance, her face was filled with endless joy, she seemed to have forgotten the intention when she came, she originally wanted to say to Fu Xiaoguan - I thought about it for a long time, you can be my brother?

But now, she gave up on the idea, because of the lyrics!

In this poem, she understood what infatuation is, what lovesickness is, and what it means to never give up.

So, she opened her mouth and said: "Naturally, you wrote it, and I felt as if it was written by me, so ...... What you said in the morning, I thought about it carefully, you have the right to refuse me, but you also have to respect the right to like you. ”

Fu Xiaoguan immediately opened his mouth and was speechless.