"Ning Lang, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival, you should write a poem first, otherwise I won't sleep with you tonight, and they won't sleep with you either." Shang Jinglan said with a bright smile on her face, feeling that she had instantly hit the key point of Ning Daguan.

Several girls nodded their heads.

A smile suddenly froze on Ning Daguan's face.

He thinks that his literary talent is not weak, and he wants to write ancient poems that suit the situation, although it is not easy, but it is okay, but Zhuyu is in front, and he has copied so many ancient poems that have been passed down through the ages, and then wrote any poems, I am afraid that Liu Ru is these girls will be suspicious.

These are very smart girls.

He is not afraid of falling shares, but this is the only secret he doesn't want anyone to know, the fate of these girls, he just keeps it in his heart.

Thinking about composing poetry is unavoidable, if you learn from it, he didn't have any famous words for a while, which is really normal, since the two Song Dynasty, experienced a Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, there are few famous poems, until the Qing Dynasty's Nalan character is self-contained in the late Tang Dynasty, so it is still a reliable recitation, Mid-Autumn Festival, the first word of the water tune song, but it is just right.

With a light smile on his face, Ning Daguan cleared his throat and said, "That husband will make you a water tune song head." ”

"But use the word card of the scholar of Nasu." Liu Ru's eyes lit up, and then asked a little excitedly, poetry is now her second hobby, and the first is Aining Zhiyuan.

"Yes." Ning Daguan nodded, seeing the girl's appearance, he felt a little guilty, would he be disappointed when he read the poem by himself? I thought my husband had done something good, but I didn't expect that he just read someone else's words.

Throwing away the distracting thoughts in his heart, Ning Daguan sang slowly.

"The river invades the clouds, and the wild geese want to fly south. Carry a pot to make a guest, where is the empty green smoke. It is rare to smile in the world, and there is purple chrysanthemum, which can be full of heads. The scenery is today, but the life experience is not. ”

After a pause, Ning Daguan continued to chant.

"On the festive season, you must be drunk, Mo Xiangda. Life is like sending, what is the hard work and resentment. Endless past and present, how many spring flowers and autumn moons, that is more dangerous. With asking Niu Shanke, why bother to be alone. ”

A poem landed, and Ning Daguan's right hand tightened Liu Rus, worried that the girl would suddenly turn around and bite herself, this is unlikely, but it is not possible to say what the girl was stimulated, it is better to bite her lip, well, Ning Zhiyuan thought.

The girls were all thinking with their heads down, and there was silence for a long time.

"Ning Lang, this poem" Shang Jinglan on the left side bit her lip, kissed Ning Daguan on the face, twisted her body and whispered, "Jinglan feels better than what Dongpo Jushi wrote." ”

Liu nodded lightly.

Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty made this water tune song, since it is more than many Su Dongpo's song of the bright moon, but it is not bad, the artistic conception is broader, and the feelings revealed in the first part are from joy to sorrow; The next part relieves worries and advocates treating life with a contemplative attitude, and now it is said by Ning Zhiyuan, so several girls have this idea that is better than Su Shi's to write.

"Of course" Ning Daguan subconsciously wanted to be humble first, but suddenly he spoke, and the expression on his face instantly became very exciting.

"That's the case," Ning Daguan shouted softly, his tone a little abnormal.

"Yes." Liu Ru was still immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, listened to Ning Zhiyuan's call, and obediently responded.

"Don't you feel a little familiar with this poem?" Ning Daguan asked very unconfidently, is Lao Zhu's poem so unfamous?

In the soft moonlight, the girls looked at each other, and then froze.

"Don't you think it's very similar to Zhu Xi's style?" Seeing this, Ning Daguan was very helpless, so he simply made it clear.

"Who is Zhu Xi?" Da Yu'er blinked and asked, she didn't like poetry, but she still knew the basic names, which made him a little puzzled.

Ning Daguan really wanted to teach this Mongolian girl a good lesson, although he didn't like Zhu Xi very much, and felt that his scientific ideas were really unreasonable, but it was undeniable that the old man had a very high status in history, and he was a saint called Confucius and Wang Shouren.

But in the night, faintly watching several girls widen their eyes at the same time, revealing very abnormal eyes, he felt a sigh in his heart, and felt that something was wrong.

"Zhi'er, don't you know?"

The silver-haired chick nodded a little embarrassedly, feeling that she should study hard, otherwise it would be cute.

"Ning Lang, who is Zhu Xi?" Liu Ruis and Shang Jinglan finally couldn't help but ask, they have been reading poetry and books since childhood, in their opinion, it is a very embarrassing thing not to know the great writers in history, just like now

"This moon is so beautiful." Ning Daguan kissed the two women's mouths lightly, put aside the topic and sighed, the feeling in his heart was really sad and indescribable.

"The mooncakes are also delicious." Zhou Zhi nodded and said, not seeing Ning Zhiyuan's thoughts.

"Bastard, you haven't told me who Zhu Xi is." Da Yu'er snorted, her charming face combined with the exotic style emanating from her body, which made Ning Daguan look itchy, but she was a little embarrassed by love.

"That, how do I know who Zhu Xi is, it seems that my husband really had a dream," Ning Daguan said helplessly, the shock in his heart was really indescribable, "But no matter who he is, he can't stop the fact that you are going to be taught a good lesson by your husband tonight."

Ning Daguan showed a wicked smile as he spoke, stood up and walked to the room, he decided that he must teach the Mongolian girl a good lesson first.

"Zhi'er has entered the room, and in the future, my husband will make you moon cakes to eat every day."

In the corner of the mansion, a remote courtyard.

Hai Lanzhu looked at the two little girls in front of her, and smiled happily, today seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival of their Han people, they are Mongolians, and they have never experienced it, but these two girls also sent moon cakes to themselves.

"It tastes good." Hai Lanzhu took a bite and said with a smile, her face seemed to be a little thinner than before, although she was smiling, her cold temperament did not diminish at all.

"It's delicious." Shang Jingwei's little girl chuckled, "Brother Ning is delicious in everything he does, much better than what I ate when I was a child." ”

Xing Yuan's little girl was also nodding straight, but she remembered Ning Zhiyuan in her heart, unlike Shang Jingwei, her family was poor when she was a child, otherwise she would not have been sold into the Qinglou, and she had never eaten moon cakes, but she agreed with Shang Jingwei's words, what Brother Ziyu made was indeed the most delicious, no need to compare.

Then he snorted a few times at Shang Jingwei. (To be continued.) )