Chapter Seventy-Eight: Who Disturbed a Pool of Spring Water?

Su Mei sat in front of the dresser, opposite a large diamond mirror.

The beauty inside frowned slightly, and a faint sorrow was like a thick ink on rice paper slowly spreading.

"Affectionate parting since ancient times, it can be even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. ”

After reading this beautiful word, Su Mei looked at the beauty in the rhombic mirror and said: "That reckless man used his life to fight, what should you do?" ”

The beauty in the mirror is still frowning......

Tie Xinyuan doesn't like his current short stature, and it's a disadvantage to talk to others at such a height, whether it's a person or not, he needs to look up to it.

So he straddled the railing, so that at least he could be at eye level with Yang Huaiyu, who was a little sad and angry.

"I told you a long time ago, if you don't make a move, I'll help you."

"You're not helping me, you're hurting me, Su Mei must hate me now."

"What do you know, hatred is also a strong emotion, and it is better for Su Mei to hate you than to think about other men when she has nothing to do.

Have you ever heard the phrase love gives birth to hate? In my opinion, these four words are also reversed, because of hatred and love, it makes people feel endlessly aftertaste. ”

"Nope." Yang Huaiyu squatted on the ground with her head in her arms and said, "Su Mei is not an ordinary woman, she will not give in." ”

Tie Xinyuan threw a bean into his mouth and said disdainfully: "Nonsense, I appreciate the feat of Zhuangzi's wife splitting the coffin and dreaming, and I also appreciate the true temperament of the mountain man's wife who fanned the grave."

As for Su Mei, since she can't do such a feat, it means that the law of human affection and etiquette is still binding on her.

I dare to say that if you go to the Su family to insult her now, you can hold a wedding next month, as for whether she will hate you for the rest of her life, to be honest, it's my, I'm just trying to fulfill my promise to you, and getting Su Mei to your bed will be considered my success. ”

Yang Huaiyu roared angrily: "I'm not as obscene as you!" ”

Tie Xinyuan rode on the railing and said with a smile: "There is generally no shortage of women for dirty people, only those righteous gentlemen will sleep alone."

Say, what problem did Su Mei give you, the nursery rhyme has been spreading for more than ten days, and she should have moved, you can't solve this problem, right? Tell me, I'll figure it out. ”

Yang Huaiyu sighed and took out a piece of light blue note from his arms and handed it to Tie Xinyuan: "Su Mei wants to refuse to marry, but she doesn't know why, she wants me to make a poem that is no worse than Liu Sanbian's "Yulin Bell...... You know that Liu Yongci is the first ...... in the world"

Tie Xinyuan took the notepaper and glanced at it and read softly: "The cold cicada is poignant, it is late for the long pavilion, and the showers are at the beginning. The capital tent has no clue, and Fang is nostalgic and Lanzhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other with teary eyes......

Good words, good words, a handful of hairpins written in small letters, this woman of yours is really not worry-free, don't tell me she still has a pair of peach blossom eyes! ”

Yang Huaiyu's two hands were spasmodic and staggered, gritting his teeth and saying, "The important thing is that the word, not Su Mei's word!" ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: ""Yulin Bell", a song from the former Tang Dynasty Sect song lyrics, according to legend, after Tang Xuanzong strangled Yang Guifei, he walked to Shuzhong, when it rained for days, the bell was heard in the plank road. In order to mourn Yang Guifei, this song was composed, and it was later used by Liu Yong.

A negative man who strangled his wife, dreamed of a spring dream at night and turned over the clouds and rain with his ex-wife who was strangled, what's good, Liu Yong used this song and lyrics, naturally he couldn't go there, no wonder His Majesty didn't like Liu Yong at all, and I didn't like it either, look at it, what did this bastard teach a good girl from a good family. ”

"Huh? Can this thing be understood in this way? Yang Huaiyu has also read the book, and he was already desperate after he began to see Liu Yong's words, but he didn't expect that this beautiful word card that fascinated countless people in the singing workshop would have such a strange explanation in Tie Xinyuan's mouth.

"Hmph, Su Mei used this word to fall behind first, her Su family is a genuine scholar, Liu Yong is the scum of the literati criticized by His Majesty, her Su family should have followed in the footsteps of His Majesty, she used Liu Yong's words to embarrass you, a promising young man, is a big mistake!

If you don't stand upright, everything you say is wrong, so why should you care? If, like me, this scripture is a grand masterpiece like "The Original Dao", then what you say is naturally high-sounding, and this is called the root is Miao Hong. ”

It is not a secret that the emperor hated Liu Yong, Yang Huaiyu naturally knew it, and he also knew that what Tie Xinyuan said was actually right, Liu Yong's things were very popular among the people, but they would immediately become the object of criticism when they were put on the table.

With some hope, the mood was naturally happy, Yang Huaiyu's face was not so ugly, and he leaned close to Tie Xinyuan and asked in a low voice, "What should I do?" ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "Naturally, I replied to tell Su Mei that it was inappropriate for her to do this, and it would be an insult to let you compete with Liu Yong, please ask her to change a poem." ”

Yang Huaiyu got up and immediately went back to his house to write a letter.

Tie Xinyuan's eyes turned around a few times and then turned around and went to Xiao'er's room to write hard, and came out of the room without much effort, seeing that Yang Huaiyu also came out of his room and called Shui Zhu'er loudly, planning to let him go to Su's house to send a letter to Su Mei.

Shui Zhu'er, who had been bribed, was very willing to run, anyway, the Su family was not too far from the basket alley, and it would be two streets away, Yang Huaiyu watched Shui Zhu'er turn the corner, his face was full of hope, and he wanted to continue chatting with Tie Xinyuan, but when he found that Tie Xinyuan had left, he took off the horse lance from the weapon rack and danced.

Shui Zhu'er jumped to the Su family, and after patting the door knocker, she handed over a letter to the porter, saying that it was Yang Dalang's reply to the Su family's lady.

The porter rewarded Shui Zhu'er with a handful of money on behalf of her little lady, and handed the letter to the mother-in-law who went to the inner courtyard.

Su Mei originally thought that Yang Huaiyu would wait a long time to reply to herself, but she didn't expect that her letter had only been gone for an hour, and there was a reply, which made her a little expectant and a little annoyed.

Returning to the boudoir, he hurriedly cut the envelope, just glanced at it, and Su Mei's head seemed to be heavily split from the middle by a giant axe......

A machine, a needle and a thread looking forward to the return of spring, the cold stars are dotted without sleep.

miserable, half of the brocade quilt, left for Lang to return.

Two machines, spring grass is green**, and the paper kite is ruthless alone.

A strand of silk, two inches of heart, goes with the spring breeze.

Three machines, flowers bloom and butterflies play double, and the spring red is always blown away by the wind.

On the mandarin duck pad, there are red dots, all of which are lovesick.

Four machines, the silk thread is chaotic like the willow wind, and the brocade does not make people palpitate.

A volume of silk books, Tan Lang returned late, and he didn't know the slave's mind.

Five machines, the sound of geese calling for another year, the corner of the painting is silent and the night is cold.

The empty curtains are dusty, the rouge is discolored, and it is all old memories.

Six machines, peony throws away the phoenix color, and the chick frame makes a phoenix chirping.

The mandarin duck was in the quilt, choking with tears, and he was relatively changed to red.

(Alas, there is no way, I wanted to copy Mr. Jin's nine-card machine, but I was worried about being despised by my brothers and sisters, so I had to write it myself, it's not very good, you make do with it.) ）

"Shameless!"

Su Mei's towering chest rose and fell sharply, her face was blue and red for a while, and the piece of paper was tightly held in her hand by her little hand with bulging muscles, and tears flowed down her eyes, and no disciple had ever dared to offend himself like this.

Yang Huaiyu left the Yang family, could it be said that he didn't even have the minimum etiquette? Doesn't he know what it means to write such a glamorous word to a woman who has not been out of the cabinet?

wiped away his tears, and the proud Su Mei was ready to go to see which down-and-out Yang Huaiyu in person, even if it was damaging his reputation, if he couldn't reprimand this scoundrel in person, he would not be in a good mood in the future.

Tie Xinyuan put his head on the soft belly of Shui Zhu'er and said to Xiao Xiao'er: "Su Mei may come over after a while." ”

"Okay, Yang Huaiyu thinks that woman is about to go crazy, look at it, he has been picking the horse lance for almost an hour.

Tell me, are women really that important? As for those who want to seek death and life? ”

Tie Xinyuan looked at Xiao'er's body that had not yet fully grown and smiled: "This kind of thing is a kind of life that God forcibly set for us.

If you don't want to have no one on this land, there will inevitably be all kinds of entanglements between men and women, which cannot be cut off.

You might be the same in the future. ”

Yang Huaiyu, who was puffing out and practicing the horse lance in the patio, shook his head and said, "I won't, if I fancy any woman in the future, I will ask the matchmaker to go to her house with a generous gift." ”

"What if people don't want to?"

"Don't want to? Why? Lack of money? Just add a little more money. ”

Tie Xinyuan gritted his teeth and smiled: "If people don't want to add money, do you plan to knock that woman back after knocking her unconscious?" ”

Xiao'er smiled: "Yes, my mother was exchanged for two horses by my father, and she hasn't lived happily for a lifetime?" The women on the Ganliang Road are equivalent to mules and horses, and Li Yuanhao's marriage to the princess of Liao as his wife is only the price of five hundred Qingtang horses. ”

Shui Zhu'er pushed Tie Xinyuan's head away from her belly, pointed outside, and said, "There's a carriage!" ”

Tie Xinyuan jumped up and said: "Here, Shui Zhu'er opened the gate and let the carriage drive in directly, so that the little lady of Sumei can take a good look at our Yang Dalang's fat chest muscles and slender limbs, such a good man will not marry, I think she is blind." ”

Xiaoxiao'er nodded again and again, and Shui Zhu'er ran down from the attic to open the door for Su Mei, he liked the Su family very much, as long as he went once, he could get the money once.

When the coachman arrived at the door, he saw a chubby, cleanly dressed child open the door with a smile and invited himself in.

I really couldn't bear to embarrass the child, so I whispered to my little lady if she wanted to go in.

Su Mei saw that there was a crowded market outside, so she nodded and let the groom drive the carriage into the courtyard, she was full of anger to see what kind of filth the place where Yang Huaiyu was.