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Wei Jue was still standing in the shade of the tree, smelling the fragrance of flowers and admiring the moonlight.

Li Yi hurried back, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't help but groan: "The moon is in the sky with a court of people, and there are not many flowers and a fine breeze." The fragrant dew drip clothes were as cool as water, and suddenly moved down the Guanghan Palace. ”

When Wei Jue heard this, he turned around and said to him, "Sir, a good poet." ”

"This is Chen Zongzhi's [Smelling Osmanthus Under the Moon], and it's just picking up people's teeth and wisdom." After Li Yi explained, he smiled again, "But the son is really talented and learned, and the poetry is called the best in the world." ”

Li Shangyin's poems are naturally excellent, but Wei Jue did not dare to accept Li Yi's praise.

"Sir, Miu praised."

"It's not Miao Zan, it's really sincere, but it's a pity that the son only chanted halfway."

After Li Yi finished speaking, his face showed regret.

But soon, he accepted his regret and said: "Madame has said that she wants to meet her son, but now she can't get out." Therefore, I want to ask Childe to go to the side to rest for a while, and later, she will come to see Childe. ”

Seeing that it was arranged by the elder, Wei Jue nodded and followed him inside.

The design of Canglang Garden is extremely exquisite, and each courtyard has a private and elegant clean room for private meetings.

Now, Li Yi has led Wei Jue to such an elegant room.

After entering this room, Li Yi said, "Son, please rest here, I'll wait for Mrs." ”

After speaking, he bowed and went out, leaving Wei Jue alone here.

Seeing this, Wei Jue had no choice but to sit down and wait with peace of mind.

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In a corridor in the Qingxiang Garden, Li Yi stood there waiting, and this road was the only way to the clean room.

It was late at night, and he had been waiting for a long time.

The autumn evening was desolate, and the night was much colder than the day, and he was already shivering.

At this time, a few lights floated in the distance, and he knew that the people had finally arrived.

Sure enough, after a while, Qiao's and Xiao Minyue and a group of maids came to him.

Xiao Minyue sat on a bamboo chair, her face covered with a veil, still holding the qin.

When Li Yi saw that someone had arrived, he stepped forward and said, "Li Yi has seen his wife and lady. ”

"Mr. Lao has been waiting for a long time." After Qiao Shi finished speaking, he asked again, "Sir, where is Wei Langjun now?" ”

Li Yi immediately replied: "I invited him into the clean room, but the lady is going to see him now?" ”

"Now, of course, sir should go with me to see him." Then, Qiao Shi said to the maid, "You go with Yue'er to the next room." ”

After speaking, she walked up to her daughter and said softly: "If Yue'er feels agreeable, just stroke the piano, and your mother will know your mind." ”

Xiao Minyue nodded slightly and did not speak.

Under Qiao's arrangement, the people here were then divided into two teams.

One team followed her to the clean room, while the other team pushed Xiao Minyue, who was sitting on a bamboo chair, to the side.

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"Ma'am, this is it."

Li Yi said and pushed the wooden door of the clean room open.

Sitting in the inner room, Wei Jue, who had been waiting for a long time, heard the sound and stood up immediately.

It didn't take long for Qiao's to enter the house first, followed by Li Yi, and then the servant maid.

She walked straight to the main seat, and after she sat down, she looked at Wei Jue.

This was the first time she had seen Wei Jue, and she couldn't help but look up and down.

After reading it, she bowed her head slightly, and said secretly: I really have a good appearance!

Wei Jue also saw him for the first time, but he was not a junior, so he waited with his eyes down.

"Your name is Wei Jue?"

Qiao Shi opened his mouth to ask, and Wei Jue replied after hearing this: "Yes, madam, under Wei Jue." ”

Seeing that he was still standing, Qiao Shi said, "Don't be restrained, sit down and talk." ”

Hearing her instructions, Wei Jue sat down.

"Your father says you're a good learner." Qiao Shi looked at him and asked, "I heard that Lang Jun asked the children of each family to leave a poem today, what poem did you write, can you tell me about it?" ”

Although she is not in the outside world, she can be told by others about everything in the outside world.

Listening to Qiao's question, Wei Jue was a little embarrassed.

After thinking for a while, he replied: "Madam, I am only a shallow learner and I am not very proficient in poetry, so I did not answer." ”

When Qiao heard this, he felt strange.

Although poetry is hard to find, it is not difficult to improvise a small composition.

Besides, the topic of tonight's poem is also very simple, and she is not a dull person when she looks at Wei Jue, so it is a little strange that she can't answer it.

At this time, Li Yi, who was standing aside, suddenly spoke: "Master Wei, you are too modest. ”、

Seeing him speak, Qiao knew that there must be a reason, so he waited.

Sure enough, after that, Li Yi said again, "Madam, Wei Gongzi really didn't write a poem, but he left an article, a good article!" ”

As he spoke, he nodded.

After hearing this, Qiao Shi said: "Articles are written for the time, and songs and poems are written for things, neither of which is easy. Mr. Li, can you bring me the article written by Wei Langjun and share it with me? ”

The south has been a land of books since ancient times, and Qiao's family is from a big family, so the export is the article.

Li Yi listened, thought for a while, and said: "Madam, I'm afraid this is a little difficult, and I have already sent all the books written by all the family Langjun to Mingdao Hall." ”

"If so, that's it."

Seeing him say this, Qiao Shi didn't force it.

"Madam, I can't invite that article here." Li Yi said, and the words changed, "But when the lady stroked the piano, Wei Gongzi heard it outside and felt it, and chanted half a poem. This poem is exquisite, although it is only half a que, but every word is beautiful, and it has been memorized in the following. ”

"Oh, then please tell me, sir."

When Qiao's words fell, Li Yi nodded yes.

"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian." Li Shangyin's poems slowly came out of his mouth.

His voice echoed in the quiet room.

This couplet is the poet's whisper, and although there are only seven strings today, there are records of fifty strings of Gusse in the monuments.

The poet said this in order to set off the atmosphere.

What is entrusted is the next sentence, a string and a pillar of Si Hua Nian, this Hua Nian refers to the good times that have passed.

After hearing this, Qiao Shi couldn't help but think of when he was young.

Thinking of the beauty that she couldn't go back to, she was saddened.

And Xiao Minyue, who was hidden in the shadows, thought of her past self from this poem.

I couldn't help but cry secretly.

She clenched her fists on her legs, faintly exerting force.

After a pause, Li Yi said quietly: "Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring." ”

As soon as he said that, he was bewildered by the poetry and hung his head.

These two sentences quote two allusions from ancient times.

Zhuang Sheng Mengdie does not need to be repeated, and the Emperor Wang in this sentence refers to Du Yu, the county lord of Shu in the ancient Zhou Dynasty. Du Yu abdicated in his later years and hid in the West Mountain, and legend has it that he turned into a rhododendron after his death, and cried in spring, and dripped blood into a rhododendron. And the word "support" in the sentence not only writes Du Yu's trust to the spring heart to the cuckoo, but also writes the beauty of the spring heart to Jinse. Between the waves of the hand, the flowers fall into the water, and the poet's wonderful pen has reached a climax.

Li Yi said first, this poem is Wei Jue's work after hearing the sound of the piano and feeling it.

Now that he is chanting this poem, the person who has heard it the most deeply is none other than the lady of the Xiao family, Xiao Minyue.

In the dark, Xiao Minyue's apricot mouth opened slightly, her lips fluctuated, but she didn't spit out a word.

After a while, she put down the lyre, and a pair of slender jade hands stroked it, and then the green fingers danced.

In this moonlit night like water, the sound of the piano like water sounded leisurely, sometimes soothing like a flowing spring, sometimes rushing over like a waterfall, sometimes crisp like a pearl falling on a jade plate, sometimes low back like a whisper.

The sound of the piano floats melodiously, floating on the beams of the house, and reminiscent in everyone's minds.

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