"Lord Yan, I really want to thank you this time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Peng Yue was greeted by Yan Song with a smile, and began to be polite, "Of course, you also have to thank Zhongwen Zhenren for me." ”

"What is the reason for not thanking, the main reason why this thing can be done is the result of Master Peng's own unremitting efforts, how much role can we play?" Yan Song saw the gifts sent by Peng Yue's carriage just now, and his heart was also very excited at this time.

"Lord Yan is polite..."Peng Yue smiled and bowed, "I came to thank Lord Yan this time, a little gift outside, not a respect, I hope Lord Yan will accept it with a smile." ”

In this way, the guest and the host walked into the inner hall with a smile.

"I'm afraid Master Peng has been busy these days, there are too many places to do this private thing." After some greetings, Yan Song finally turned to the topic.

"It's all for the emperor, do your best, that's how it should be." Peng Yue replied with a smile.

"Master Peng's mind is really a model for a hundred officials..."Yan Song is proficient in this kind of words.

"Lord Yan has won the award..."Peng Yue and Yan Song talked for a long time, he was really a little irritable in his heart, to be honest, he was not very used to this kind of endless politeness between officials.

Just when Yan Song and Peng Yue were still politely talking about the affairs of the court and politics that did not have any meaning, Yan Shifan was also a little impatient when he listened to it, so he glanced at Yan Song and changed the topic, "I heard that Lord Peng is also good at poetry on weekdays?" ”

"Huh?" Peng Yue turned his head in some surprise, he really didn't expect Yan Shifan to come up with such a sentence, "Ah... In fact, I just read it on weekdays, and I don't like it too much. ”

"Really? Then why did my sister tell me that you are quite good at poetry? Ha ha... It may be that Master Peng hides it on weekdays, and laymen like me can't see it..."Yan Shifan said as he lifted the tea lid and took a sip gently.

"What is hidden, my ink... Haha, I'm embarrassed to see someone..."Peng Yue smiled and waved his hand, and didn't say any more, but he muttered in his heart, could it be that Yan Mengyun showed Yan Shifan the poem he wrote about Nalan Xingde? It shouldn't be, looking at her state that day, and thinking about her personality, she shouldn't have done such a thing, but after all, Yan Shifan is her brother, and Peng Yue is not sure that Yan Mengyun will definitely abide by the promise of the day, at this time, she can't help but regret writing that poem to Yan Mengyun, Yan Mengyun promised not to spread it, but her brother does not necessarily have this kind of moral integrity.

"Master Peng, don't say that, Sister Mengyun's vision in this regard is much better than others, since she said that you are good at this, it must not be wrong, haha..."

"That's right, Lord Peng, two days ago, my sister also told me that I wrote a few new poems, if one day Lord Peng came to the house, I want to invite Lord Peng to taste it, I think today is an opportunity, it is better to go to my sister's study to see, otherwise you will be busy in the future, it is estimated how many opportunities to come here again, ah? Haha..."It may be that Yan Song's white eyes played a role just now, but his sitting posture at this time is more upright, and he doesn't speak like a hippie smile just now.

"It's... Isn't that okay? Thinking about the last time he was scolded by Yan Shifan, this time Peng Yue didn't dare to "act rashly", so Peng Yue turned to look at Yan Song, wanting to find a reason from him and find a clear attitude.

"What's wrong with this, don't shy away from it, I'll just go to the East Building, and the two of us don't know any poetry..."Yan Song said with a smile on the side, "Master Peng can just go by himself, you should know Mengyun's study, right?" With the relationship between you and me, you don't have to care so much. ”

"Okay, you father and son are working together to "sell" their daughter, and the meaning of your words is too obvious, isn't it possible that you are so anxious for me to marry your daughter? Peng Yue muttered a few words in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face, "That... Then I'll..."

"You, take Master Peng to Miss's study." Yan Song seemed to see Peng Yue's embarrassed face, so he beckoned a subordinate next to him to lead Peng Yue's way.

"It's better to talk to your daughter than to sit there and talk with the two of you... But I have to find a way to clarify this matter with Yan Song, anyway, I definitely can't marry Yan Song's daughter..."Peng Yue thought like this, and walked to the door of Yan Mengyun's study.

"Adults, please come in, and the little ones will retire first..."

"Well, you go first..."Peng Yue waved his hand without looking back, then pushed open the door and walked in.

I saw that although Yan Mengyun was sitting at the desk this time, she was not writing as usual, but just sitting there quietly, holding her cheeks and leaning on the table. Peng Yue took a closer look, it turned out that she was looking in the mirror there, but when she looked again, she didn't seem to be looking in the mirror, because one of her fingers seemed to be pointing there, her mouth was still chattering, and her face was full of smiles.

"Miss Yan..."Although Peng Yue couldn't bear to disturb her, it was really embarrassing to stand here by herself, so she coughed lightly twice to attract Yan Mengyun's attention.

"Ahh Master Peng..."As if he was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts, Yan Mengyun saw Peng Yue look even more flustered than before this time, probably remembering that his "soulless" stupid appearance just now was seen by Peng Yue, and his face showed even more embarrassment, "Slave... The slave family didn't know that Master Peng was coming, and he didn't greet him from afar, so please forgive me. ”

"Miss Yan doesn't have to be so polite all the time..."Peng Yue smiled a little embarrassed at this time, "I always enter the girl's study without permission, and I have to ask the girl to forgive me for being presumptuous, you see, every time I come, I always make the atmosphere so tense and embarrassing." ”

"No, the slave family knows, the adult has no presumptuous intentions..."Yan Mengyun's face was red, and her tone was shy to reply, "The adult can come, the slave family is in my heart... I rejoiced..."

"Okay, isn't it even more embarrassing for you to say this, and I have to save the scene..."Peng Yue said secretly in his heart.

"Miss Yan, Donglou told me that you have written a few poems recently, um..." Peng Yue changed the topic, but he didn't know what to say, could it be true to give others a taste, his own ink, forget it.

"Oh... Yes, the slave family had a few clumsy poems a few days ago, and I wanted to let Master Peng take a look, but I didn't expect Master Peng to come..."Yan Mengyun's eyes fluttered, and he glanced at the two poems he wrote on the table.

"What, really let me see it? Where would I appreciate such a thing? Peng Yue secretly screamed in his heart, so he began to look around, wanting to change the topic again, "Miss Yan, are you all doing it yourself?" Peng Yue asked, pointing to the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

"It's the slave's clumsy work, Master Peng smiled."

"Vivid, the best." Peng Yue praised with a smile, but he was muttering in his heart how to bypass the topic of poetry, calligraphy and painting.

"Then what does Master Peng think of the slave's handwriting?" Yan Mengyun saw that Peng Yue's eyes were still lingering on the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, so he asked on the side.

"Huh? Oh... Juanxiu is elegant, full of artistic conception, showing the femininity of women. Peng Yue finally held back a few more compliments.

"Thank you, Master Peng, for the compliment." Yan Mengyun bowed to Peng Yue, but there was no joy on her face, "In fact, the slave family usually practices the words of Yan and Ouyang, but I didn't expect that there was still no masculinity in the words. ”

"Ahh No, I mean the girl's handwriting is very good, in fact, if you look closely, it's still a little masculine, haha..."In fact, Peng Yue's words just now were made up blindly, who knew that such a weak girl wanted to practice men's words, and she couldn't praise people.

"Really?" Yan Mengyun was happy when she heard this, and she didn't notice the perfunctory meaning in Peng Yue's words, "Then how about the adults take a look at the two new poems written by the slave family..."

When Peng Yue saw Yan Mengyun like this, he couldn't refuse, so he had to move to the table step by step, but he knew that he was probably going to make a fool of himself this time.

"The drizzle is slightly marked, and the cherry blossom steps and green windows are stacked with green. The warbler cries and the swallow returns, a song of spring flowers. Qiong is broken and lightly piled, so the dream is remnant. Still sleeping, yellow sand and lonely water, drunk last night. Peng Yue read this masterpiece on Yan Mengyun's desk, and her heart has always been empty, she is indeed very talented, but she really can't say anything.

"What a song "dotted lips"! This is the first and only exclamation issued by "Peng Dacaizi" after studying for a while, because he can only vaguely deduce from the structure of this poem that the name of the word is "Dianjiang Lip", but this is nothing to boast about, but Peng Yue doesn't know what to say, because the more he says about things he doesn't understand, the more wrong he is.

"Thank you Master Peng for complimenting..."Yan Mengyun waited beside him for a long time, hoping that Peng Yue could comment carefully and praise himself a few words, because he had put a lot of effort into writing this poem, and he had been thinking about it for several days, looking for inspiration everywhere, but he didn't expect Peng Yue to say that, and there was no follow-up.

"Alas, maybe there are really many problems with my poem, but Master Peng is not easy to explain, after all, this poem is indeed too different from Lord Peng's poem." Yan Mengyun thought so in her heart, and her face gradually showed disappointment.

"Master Peng, in fact, this poem is just a temporary play of the slave family, but the slave family doesn't like this style of writing, and always feels a little pretentious and lacks some sense of atmosphere, why don't you see how my poem is written?" In order to get Peng Yue's approval at this time, Yan Mengyun belittled the words he had painstakingly written, and he couldn't help but feel some regret and faint heartache.

"No, no, Miss Yan's words are very well written..."Peng Yue was saying, Yan Mengyun stuffed another poem in front of Peng Yue's eyes.

"The night of the border city is cold, and I look south from the window. The flying poplars are covered with thousands of snows, and the cold moon is covered with frost. Shang Jun Lao, Leng Lingtang, what does it matter if you have a thousand years of success? If the sky is fair, the red light will shine on the purple sun. "This is Yan Mengyun's second masterpiece, Peng Yue is in a cold sweat when he sees it, what kind of woman is this? And this woman also has to find fault with her and find problems for her, Peng Yue swallowed his saliva, feeling a little nervous and a little dry.

"Miss Yan is talented, Lan Xinhui is talented, and she is talented." Peng Yue took the words of praise to another level, but he knew that he might not be able to cope with it. The ancients were just troublesome, saying that it was not good for you to write well, and you had to say something with a level.

"Master Peng is overrated." This time, Peng Yue's empty words made Yan Mengyun very happy, and he had a shy expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"But Miss Yan, with all due respect..."Peng Yue changed to a serious expression at this time, because he suddenly thought of a way to appear that he was particularly level.

"Huh? What Master Peng has to say, although he says it bluntly, the slave family listens to it. Yan Mengyun also came back to her senses from the shy little girl form at this time, and put on a serious expression.

"Miss Yan, the realm of poetry is first of all to reach the meaning, but the most important thing is to be emotional, and if you want to express the most real and moving emotions, you must have a personal experience, otherwise it will inevitably give people the feeling of "saying sorrow for the new words". Peng Yue breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally told the set of remarks that the teacher had taught him when he was a child, as the so-called "From this poem, we can see what kind of experience the poet has, and how he expresses his inner emotions through this poem?" ”

"For example, the girl wrote the poem "Dotted Lips", from which you can vaguely read what the girl sees during the day, usually thinks, although it is with some fat powder, but after all, you can appreciate the girl's inner emotions from it, which makes people have some personal experience, but the poem "Partridge Day" just now, although it is majestic, but when I first read it, I thought it was a man's work, and then read it carefully, the emotions in it are inevitably unpredictable, and even some deliberately imitated ingredients..."Peng Yue is talking about Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi at this time, although the sentences are talking about the poems written by Yan Mengyun, But if you take a closer look, you will find that the few words he said are suitable for any poem, which is also the experience and ability that Peng Yue often obtained from doing those disease-free ** poetry appreciation questions in his previous life.

"Of course, it is undeniable that these two articles of the girl are indeed good words, and I admire them below, but if you want to write them, I am afraid you can't write them." Peng Yue "suppressed first and then promoted", and finally completed the most satisfying "poetry appreciation question" in his life.

"Master Peng is too modest, the slave's kung fu... It's not even like you. Yan Mengyun's face was solemn at this time, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling in her heart, "Lord Peng's words just now made the slave family suddenly, really... Benefit. ”

"Where, where, it's just a few nonsense, it doesn't make sense, if it's not good, I hope the girl will forgive me." At this time, Peng Yue was very happy that he had "fooled" this talented woman, but he didn't know that if it weren't for the poem he wrote last time that shocked Yan Mengyun and made Yan Mengyun have a deep sense of admiration for him in his heart, he would have snickered at Yan Mengyun in his heart with his little ink and those few words of "crooked reasoning".

But at this time, Yan Mengyun was in a different state of mind, the poem written by Peng Yue that day made Yan Mengyun feel that his literary attainments were really dwarfed in front of Peng Yue, and the two poems he wrote with great effort today were picked out by Peng Yue so much, but he couldn't refute a single sentence, because every sentence sounded so reasonable.

"No wonder Master Peng is in such a high position at such a young age, it really makes sense to think about it." Yan Mengyun thought secretly in her heart.

However, at this time, Yan Mengyun frowned and was silent on the side, but Peng Yue was startled, he thought that he had said those words just now, but Yan Mengyun was upset, so he hurriedly comforted him: "Miss Yan, the two poems you wrote just now are really good, both in style and artistic conception, they are all excellent works." ”

"Master Peng doesn't have to comfort me..."Yan Mengyun smiled, "The slave family is not such a stingy person, what Master Peng said just now is very good and right, the slave family will remember it." ”

"The girl really doesn't care?" Peng Yue was still a little suspicious of Yan Mengyun's mood changing so quickly.

"Of course I don't care, the words of the adults are of great benefit to the slave family, and it is too late for the slave family to thank the adult." Yan Mengyun smiled sweetly, and her words were full of sincerity.

"That's good, that's good..."Peng Yue sneered, a little embarrassed.

"I hope that in the future, Master Peng can also give guidance to the slave family, and the slave family will be grateful." Yan Mengyun pursed her lips and said with some shame, but thinking about Peng Yue just now, she could see what she was thinking from that first lip, but she clearly remembered that when she wrote this poem, Peng Yue's figure had been dangling in front of her eyes, as if he couldn't get rid of it if he wanted to, would he see this too? That's a shame, no wonder he didn't want to say more just now, it must be...

Yan Mengyun thought about it, and couldn't help but raise her head to look at Peng Yue with a red face, but saw that he smiled quite calmly, "I can't talk about any guidance, learn from each other, learn from each other, haha..."

"Compete with each other?" Yan Mengyun listened to Peng Yue's words, and couldn't help but think of Li Qingzhao and his husband Zhao Mingcheng, remembering that every time she read about the fact that the two had been in love with each other since they got married, and entertained each other with poetry, her heart was always full of yearning. This is a girl's heart, although it may not be realized, Yan Mengyun is still looking forward to it. But isn't Peng Yue in front of him such a good person? Not only is he excellent in all aspects, but he also has the same interests as himself, which is really rare, and it is a very happy and beautiful thing to have someone who understands and appreciates him. It's a pity that Li Qingzhao's literary attainments were much higher than Zhao Mingcheng's before, but now it seems that he is not as good as Peng Yue.

In fact, Yan Mengyun didn't expect Peng Yue to accompany him to paint and recite poetry all day long, as long as he could allow himself, understand himself, and appreciate himself, this was enough, after all, he was a high-ranking official in the imperial court, and he must be very busy on weekdays.

I remember that Li Qingzhao seemed to have quarreled with Zhao Mingcheng, and at that time she also wrote poems to satirize Zhao Mingcheng "as a hero in life, and as a ghost in death", I am afraid that Li Qingzhao does not only expect her husband to only accompany her husband to sing poems, right, after all, men have to do big things, and Yan Mengyun believes that the person in front of him is a man who can do big things.

The shadows of the trees outside the window were reflected on Peng Yue's angular face, and gradually, Yan Mengyun saw the gods...

Notes: 1. In 1129 AD, Zhao Mingcheng served as the prefect of Jiangning, but at the end of his term of office, there was a rebellion among his subordinates, when Zhao Mingcheng abandoned the people of the city and fled, and later he was dismissed because of this, and Li Qingzhao also made a "life as a hero, death is also a ghost, so far Xiang Yu, refusing to cross Jiangdong." to satirize Zhao Mingcheng.