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In the past few days in the Linhuai Marquis Mansion, Zhu Ping'an read books and practiced calligraphy to study Wang Xue, occasionally teasing the bear child and the little Lori, and lived a leisurely and comfortable life. Of course, it would have been better if the weather hadn't been so hot.

Although there are several pots of crushed ice in the study to cool down, and there are also maids waving fans, they are not as effective as modern air conditioners.

Nostalgia for the modern age.

Withered vines and old trees, crows, air-conditioned WIFI watermelons, and Ge You sofas of the same style. When the sun sets, I'll go there.

The bear child and the little Lori often run here, young and ignorant, he knows the meaning of the word "sinister in the world" from his personal experience these days.

Li Shu also likes to stay in the study, or half-leaning on the soft collapse, or sitting opposite the desk, or looking through the account book, or holding the poetry book.

"Sima Xiangru is also a villain with a bad heart."

Li Shu sat opposite Zhu Ping'an, slender jade holding a scroll of poems, turned to a page, couldn't help frowning, and pursed her cherry mouth with disdain.

There are two poems on this page, both of which are not standard poetic styles, the first is a digital poem written by Sima Xiangru to Zhuo Wenjun in the capital: 123456789000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

"Why can't you understand this poem?" The little girl bit her fingers and looked puzzled.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, million, thousand, thousand, but there is no billion. Lang's heart is cold, and Sima Xiangru, who is proud of the spring breeze, is blinded by the world of flowers, and has no memories of the past for Zhuo Wenjun, the bad wife who used to sell wine and share hardships and hardships, and intends to divorce his wife and marry another. Li Shu put down the poems, and Wu Zi was ashamed of Sima Xiangru.

"Ah, this person named Sima is really a negative man, isn't Zhuo Wenjun very pitiful." The little girl with a bun suddenly realized that she despised Sima Xiangru with her own young lady, and at the same time felt distressed by Zhuo Wenjun.

Zhuo Wenjun's talent is far above Sima Xiangru, after she read the letter, she asked the messenger to drink a cup of tea, and after the tea kung fu, she replied with a digital poem, and asked the messenger to bring it back to the capital to show the negative man. The negative man was so ashamed when he read the letter that he put out his thoughts of divorce from his wife. Since then, the two have grown old together. Li Shu held the scroll of poems in her hand and replied with a little emotion, her dark eyes fell on Zhuo Wenjun's reply:

After a farewell, the two places are lovesick, only said that it is March and April, and who knows that in five or six years, the lyre is played unintentionally, the eight-line book cannot be passed on, the nine links are broken from it, the ten-mile long pavilion wants to wear, a hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness to resent.

Thousands of words can not be finished, boring lai ten columns, heavy nine climb high to see the lonely goose, the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is not round, July half burns incense and candles to ask the sky, June Futian everyone shakes my heart cold. In May, the pomegranate is like a fire, and the cold rain is watering the flowers, and the loquat is not yellow in April, and I want to be upset in the mirror. Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water. Drifting, the kite string is broken in February, oops! Lang Ya Lang, I wish you were a woman and I would be a man in the next life.

"Isn't that a happy ending?" The little girl with the bun turned her worries into joy on her little face.

"My heart has changed, what can I do if I grow old together, but it only adds to my troubles. What do you say, husband? Li Shu shook her head and glanced at Zhu Ping'an.

How does this feel like getting vaccinated in advance?

After listening to Zhu Ping'an, he smiled slightly and nodded, he was not Sima Xiang, let alone Sima Xiang.

"What about you, if you were Zhuo Wenjun, what would you do?" Zhu Ping'an put down the book in his hand and asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, miss, what would you do?" The little girl with the bun was on the side, and she was also curious.

"If I were Zhuo Wenjun...... Li Shuyan smiled and glanced at Zhu Ping'an, her dark eyes were as charming as ink.

It's really a demon girl, she laughs so movingly, her face is red with peach blossoms, and she laughs at the country and the city.

"Uh-huh, what will Miss do?" The little girl nodded her little head and asked.

"I will personally go to the capital, throw this reply letter in front of the dog man and woman, and then turn around and leave." Li Shu's watery eyes were smiling and charming, as clear as blue waves, and her cherry lips were slightly open, and her curvature was as perfect as a crescent moon.

"Huh? It's as simple as that, and then what? Wouldn't that be too cheap for them? The little girl opened her mouth in surprise, shook her head vigorously, and felt that her own young lady was too merciful, how could she not fulfill those bunch of dog men and women.

"Then throw their heads away, and you can't stew soup and drink ......" Li Shu spread her hands, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth was so perfect.

Ahem......

It turned out that this was Li Shu's preventive ......

Zhu Ping'an, who was drinking tea on the other side of the desk, was defenseless, choked on a mouthful, and coughed.

Turning his head and leaving, it turned out to be a broken head.

Well, this is very Li Shu, it is Li Shu's style.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Li Shu smiled and looked at Zhu Ping'an and asked in a coquettish voice, her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were rippling with charming blue waves, and she fell on Zhu Ping'an's face, with concern in her voice.

"No, nothing." Zhu Ping'an shook his head and smiled.

The reflex arc of the little girl with the bun is relatively long, and she only reacted at this time, and with a bang, the boss with the small mouth open, the little hand covered the small mouth, and she looked surprised, "Ah...... Turn your head and leave, it turns out to be a broken head, Miss......"

"Or else?" Li Shu rolled her eyes, looking full of vitality and delicate.

This preventive injection is really a clear stream in the mudslide, Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Li Shu glanced at Zhu Ping'an and asked with a pout.

"Hehe, do you know that among the Tang poems, Song Ci and Han Fu, in addition to Sima Xiangru, are there any other negative men?" Zhu Ping'an asked with a smile.

Well?

Among these Tang and Song poems, are there any famous negative men?

Li Shu was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and said, "Yuan Shu is." "The Legend of Yingying" is his prototype, for the sake of fame, abandoning Cui Yingying is the most unintentional and immoral. It's a shame that he can write 'once the sea is difficult to water, but Wushan is not a cloud', it is really a hypocritical villain, and he insulted the clean word of loyalty. ”

Well, indeed, Yuan Zhen is indeed a typical negative poet who plays with feelings, although there are many works that have been passed down for centuries, and he is also as famous as Bai Juyi, and is called "Yuan Bai". However, the poems are well written, but the people are very scummy, and the ghost reason of "giving virtue is not enough to defeat demons, it is to use forbearance" has abandoned the "Shuangwen" (that is, the prototype of Cui Yingying in "The Legend of Yingying"). His attitude towards feelings has always made Zhu Ping'an very disdainful.

"Also, some people are very hidden, but they are typical negative people." Zhu Ping'an nodded with a smile and guided.

And also? Hidden deeply?

Li Shu bowed her head and tried to remember, but she didn't have much clue.

There are also some poets' romantic affairs in history, but men love women, but they can't talk about negative hearts.