Ling'er came in and saw the pen and paper on the table, and asked, "Sister, what are you writing?" ”

"I'm practicing calligraphy."

Ling Er didn't think much about it, and quickly shifted the topic to the novels she talked about most often, "Sister, I recently read another book you bought for me, and I was very unhappy. You're the smartest, enlighten me and help me analyze the reasons behind this kind of fiction phenomenon. ”

I glanced at her, "I told you not to always read those novels about love and love, most of them are misleading, and after reading those novels on the market, you are either assimilated into a person with an improper concept of love, or you are angry to death." ”

Ling Er argued: "It is also good to read too many bad novels, from which I can get a glimpse of some ideological defects of popular novels, so as to guide writers to write books in the right direction and cultivate the correct understanding of life for the majority of readers!" ”

"Just tell me, what do you need me to help you analyze?"

Ling Er thought of the wording and said: "In the book I read, the heroine fell in love with the hero's younger brother at the beginning. But later, for some reason, the heroine stayed with the domineering hero for a while, and she fell in love with the hero. Then something happened, and she had to stay with another man for eight years, and there was still some ambiguity with this man. ”

Ling Er began to be a little excited, "Sister, why do you say she is like this, on the one hand, she asks others to 'wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head is not separated' on the other hand, she and another person are talking to me." She can't be a single-minded person herself, half-hearted, and wavering, isn't this disgusting? ”

I said: "Why don't you say that the hero is disgusting, he actually robbed his brother's lover, and there is no moral shame." Under the beautification of love, can you do anything, including hurting your brother? ”

Ling Er said embarrassedly: "This, the book beautifies the hero, which makes people unconsciously ignore this." Besides, I'm a woman, so of course I'm more concerned about the heroine. Who knew that this heroine was so uncompromising, she was really angry with me. ”

"Somehow what's wrong with today's novels, they preach forcible grabbing and half-heartedness. If you read too many such books, people with weak minds are estimated to be poisoned, and their character is in trouble. Ling'er was indignant.

I analyzed rationally: "Because many women like the strong, eager to conquer the strong, and want to be conquered by the strong, which will make them feel very fulfilled." Women hate men half-heartedly, but they are eager to be like men, proud of their love, and ambiguous entanglements between powerful men. But in fact, their thinking is actually to agree with men's inattentive behavior, and it cannot but be said that this is the sadness of women. In reality, what you can't ask for can only make up for the shortcomings in the book, and the person who wrote the book is about a woman. ”

Ling'er's eyes lit up, like a treasure, "Sister, you are so good, you can always hit the nail on the head and say something that others can't think of." I'm going to write it down as a point of view for my future writings. ”

After a while, Ling'er seemed to have discovered something, and stared at me directly, "Sister, I noticed that you seem to have changed a little recently. In the past, you were always very calm, like a lake without any ripples, and no one could stir you. But now, there is brilliance in your eyes, there is more smile on your face, there is more aura, more radiance, and the whole person has become different, just like a piece of jade has been developed. ”

"Sister, your changes are like some girls who fall in love in books, should you be ......?"

I immediately interrupted her about to speak, "I think you're reading novels and you're so stunned that you put all sorts of mess on me, don't say anything like this again, or I'm going to be angry." ”

I looked like I was about to get angry, but Ling'er hurriedly flattered me and said, "Okay, okay, good sister, I won't say it." ”

I calmed down at this time, but my face was calm, but my heart was like a lake with stones thrown away, and a thousand layers of ripples.

Walking on the palace road, the bottom is paved with blue bricks, and on both sides are the towering palace walls, and the sight blocked by the palace wall can only see a small sky, narrow azure blue, which is very different from the vast sky seen in the small bamboo house. Thinking of the small bamboo house, I inevitably thought of Mo Ziwu, and when I thought of what Ling'er said yesterday, my heart was in turmoil.

I shook my head, Ling'er is talking nonsense, how can you be cranky, in fact, there is nothing, you must calm down.

"Lord Xiao!" Someone behind me called me.

I turned my head to look at Yang Jian, who was wearing a dark guard uniform, and said, "Young Master Yang, I heard that you took leave and returned home to take care of your mother, and your mother's illness is better?" ”

"Much better." Yang Jian looked hesitant and a little worried, "Lord Xiao, on the night of Your Majesty's Midyear Festival, it seems that I misunderstood you and me......

It turned out that he was worried about this, so I raised my lips and smiled: "I have already made it clear to Your Majesty, Yang Gongzi doesn't have to worry." ”

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief obviously, "That's good." ”

Yuwen Hu really handed over the excerpts requesting the release of the slaves, and some ministers also seconded the performance, Yuwen Yong saw these excerpts, and was in a very good mood, and wrote two big words: Yiyi.

Yu Wenyong was in a good mood and was about to leave the palace, and this time out of the palace was naturally indispensable to go to Liuxuefang to meet the composer genius Yu Gongzi. When the two musicians met in the private room on the third floor, I proposed to go to the bookstore to buy a few books, and Zhao Tong was naturally not at ease and went with me.

Who knew that as he walked, he came to a mansion, and Zhao Tong was puzzled: "Miss Xiao, didn't you say that you were going to buy books, why did you come to Yang's mansion?" ”

I smirked, "If I don't say that, will you let me out?" Mrs. Yang said that she wanted me to sit in the house when I was free, and now is the right time. ”

After speaking, he didn't care about Zhao Tong's stunned reaction, and stepped straight into the Yang Mansion.

Entering Yang's Mansion, Dugu Jia Luo was not there, it was Yang Jian who entertained us, Yang Jian apologized: "I'm really sorry, Jia Luo, she went out today, you can come to her another day." ”

"Where did the lady go?"

Yang Jiansi said: "I don't know much about this, I guess I went to buy a few music scores, she has always liked this." ”

As he was talking, someone suddenly came to report that the young lady was missing. Yang Jian was in a hurry, and he couldn't take care of us anymore, so he hurried to his daughter's room to check the situation.

"Lihua, Lihua!" No one even answered a few calls, there was only one maid in the house, and Yang Jian said angrily, "This girl is playful, and she must not know where to go crazy!" ”

The maid in the house silently put a pot of bamboo on the ground on the table by the window, I leaned over to take a look, and said casually: "This bamboo is so beautiful, is it raised by your young lady?" ”

The maid shook her head and said, "No, it's Madame's." The young lady looked amused, so she moved to the house and raised it. ”

I remembered the pot of bamboo I saw at the window on the third floor of Liuxue Fang today, and looked out the window. Not long after, I saw a little girl with two pigtails walking this way, and as soon as she saw me, she immediately turned around and ran.

I hurriedly chased her out, and caught her in three or two steps, the little girl Mo was about three years old, her tender yellow dress was covered with mud, and her big eyes were full of fear, "Who are you, let go of me!" ”

I smiled softly at her, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, look at the mud you play with, you are afraid of being scolded by your father before you run away, right?" ”

The little girl nodded.

I continued, "You didn't run when you saw me, you ran when you saw the pot of bamboo, right?" ”

When the girl heard this, her round eyes widened, and she looked at me in surprise, and I smiled and said, "You made an appointment with the maid, and once your father appeared in the house, she would put the pot of bamboo in the window, and as soon as you saw the bamboo, you knew that your father was inside, and then ran, right?" ”

The little girl was even more surprised, "Sister, how do you know?" ”

I curled my lips and said, "I still know, you learned this method from your mother, right?" ”

The little girl opened her pink mouth wide, "Sister, how do you know everything?" ”

I deliberately teased her: "Because I know how to tell fortunes, I know everything about what you have done and what you are thinking in your heart." ”

"Lihua, come over to me!" Yang Jian's stern voice suddenly sounded.

Seeing her angry father, Xiao Lihua was so frightened that she hid behind me, and I persuaded: "Young Master Yang, children are not sensible, and they are also greedy for play." Don't worry too much, she's still a child. ”

Yang Jian sighed helplessly and picked up Xiao Lihua with one hand. When Xiao Lihua was taken away by her father, she was still in her father's arms and said to me innocently with her little hands open: "Sister, wait for the next time, you must tell my fortune!" ”

In the Zhengwu Palace, Yu Wenyong played the chess in his hand with one hand, and asked me with his head half-propped up with one hand, "I heard that you went to Yang's Mansion today, what are you going to do there?" ”

I said unhurriedly: "Mrs. Yang may have some misunderstanding about Weichen, but Chen just wants to explain it to her." Although she didn't say anything when she came to return the minister's hairpin that day, the minister could feel that she had a kind of hostility towards the minister. ”

Yuwen Yongxing's eyes were slightly surprised, "Hostility? ”

I said meaningfully: "Maybe it's because of Yang Jian, or maybe it's because of Your Majesty." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yu Wenyong became a little unnatural, didn't ask any more, and turned his head to play his chess.

At this time, Yuwen Yong's companion Yuwen Xiaobo came, and as soon as he came, he took out a chess book as if offering a treasure, "Your Majesty, this is a chess game that Xiaobo recently found, it's very fun, you see." ”

This Yuwen filial uncle, the son of Yuwen Nugan of Anhua Gong, is Yuwen Yong's playmate from childhood to adulthood, and the relationship is extraordinary. After Yuwen Yong ascended the throne, he discussed with Yuwen Hu and summoned him to the palace as an attendant. However, this attendant is just a disguise, and his real role is to accompany Yuwen Yong to play chess, blow musical instruments, and practice riding and archery. In general, it is not doing business.

Yu Wenyong flipped through the chess game, and sure enough, he smiled, "You kid still has a way." Come, come and play with me the new chess tricks in this book. ”

When I looked down, I found that the chess book was written on one side and the other side was blank, and I secretly slandered in my heart: "It's really a waste." ”

Watching the two of them fiddling with the chess pieces excitedly, a question arose in my heart: "Yuwen Yong is indulging in fun, obviously a tactic to confuse Yuwen Hu, so is this seemingly hanger's Yuwen filial uncle really as he shows......

Exegesis:

(1) The title comes from Wen Tingyun's "Dream Jiangnan Two Songs, Part I" in the late Tang Dynasty, "Shanyue doesn't know what's in my heart"