The lonely peak pavilion in the backyard of Weicheng Beizhuang on the bank of Weishui has guests today, but it is not Chen Tang or Gan Yanshou, but the Banyuan monarch and maid. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I really can't imagine how Zhang Jun persuaded Ah Weng to let me come out alone with Ping'er." Ban Yuanjun stood by the railing, looking at the sparkling river at the bottom of the mountain, and looking back at Yuner.

From time to time, Ping'er peeked at the box on the stone table in the center of the pavilion and guessed what kind of gift it was.

Zhang Fang sent all the servants to leave, and spread the white pu mats on the ground one by one. Although he had a more comfortable soft chair, it was for his own use, and he didn't plan to take it out. Because this will not only not make the beauty happy, but will end up in shame.

Why? Because Hanfu is inherently corresponding to kneeling, if you want to change your sitting posture, such as sitting on a chair, then the clothing must also be changed. Hanfu sitting on a chair is not a question of whether it looks good or not, but a question of whether it is gone. Because there are no leggings at this time, there is only a cover called "knee covering" in the skirt, and the knees should be as close together as possible when kneeling.

No matter how Zhang Fang is, he doesn't dare to take out such a thing for Ban Yuanjun to use!

Zhang Fang laid out the pu mat, straightened his waist, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Bangong really loves his daughter, and he takes care of Yuan Jun so tightly. ”

Ban Yuanjun glanced back at him, and the girl's style was inadvertently revealed: "Duanyang Meeting, that Shi Gongzi fell into the water, Ah Weng was very uneasy, let me go out less." ”

Zhang Fang was surprised: "It's none of your business, right?" Shi Rong is too anxious, he didn't stand firm, no wonder anyone. ”

Ping'er covered her mouth and laughed: "Yes, he is too anxious to blame anyone." When the head of the family reprimanded the little lady that day, it was fine that the son was here......"

"Mouthy!"

Ping'er stuck out her tongue and ran away with a smile, but she didn't expect Zhang Fang to beckon her back, saying, "Then Shi Rong found me yesterday and asked about your situation...... What do you say? ”

Ping'er's little face swollen red, and she said angrily, "What do you say? Duanyang's **** has listened to those sons-in-law, this Shi Rong has all five poisons, has eight concubines, and takes the land of fireworks as his home, which good daughter is willing to follow him? I, I ......"

Zhang Fang stopped with a raised palm, and nodded frequently: "I understand, when I see him another day, I will let him dispel this idea, and I won't let him entangle Ping'er." ”

Ban Yuanjun was a little worried: "He is the son of Zhongshu Ling......"

Zhang Fang smiled faintly: "Shi Xian is very good, but he cares more about reputation." If Shi Rong doesn't want to give face, then I will find Shi Xian and directly cut off Shi Dagongzi's thoughts. Don't worry, I'll handle this, can you trust me? ”

Apple's head nodded vigorously, and the smile returned to her face.

Click!

The box that Ping'er had been focusing on finally opened, and then, Apricot Eye, opened wider and wider, and it was not what she thought was a valuable gift, but a stack of papers.

Zhang Fang took two shelves that had been prepared from the entrance of the pavilion, and then took out two pieces of paper from the box and clamped them separately - if it was a person from the afterlife, he would definitely recognize that this was an easel.

Zhang Fang put an easel in front of Ban Yuanjun, and then put one in front of himself.

The Banyuan monarch and maid kept staring at the round wonderful eyes, not knowing what it meant, but full of interest. It wasn't until Zhang Fang opened a box with a grid of paint inside that Ban Yuanjun shouted: "Ah, this, is this to paint?" ”

"That's right, this one is called an easel, and it's used for sketching and painting in the wild."

"But you can't paint on paper......"

"This is my newly developed good paper, and I have no problem writing and drawing." Zhang Fang quickly polished the ink, dipped it with a wolf, and offered it with both hands, "Yuan Jun might as well try it." ”

Ban Yuanjun took the wolf's hair, although she was not very suitable for writing on the vertical board, but for many years of practicing the pen with her wrist, although she was not adaptable, she did not effortlessly, and soon wrote two lines of Juanxiu small characters: Qingqing Zijin, you my heart.

Ban Yuanjun looked back at Zhang Fang, his eyes shining: "Sure enough, it doesn't bleed ink, although it is not as good as silk, but it is better than cheap." ”

Zhang slowed down and paced, he has been making up for scriptures in recent years, and it can be seen at a glance that these two sentences are from "The Book of Songs, Zheng Feng, Zijin". At this time, he saw Ban Yuanjun handing the pen to him, obviously asking him to take the next sentence. In the next sentence, of course, Zhang Fang remembered that he basically remembered the scriptures he read in this era. However, there is another sentence in memory that is more flavorful......

Zhang Fang thought about it and took the pen with a smile.

Ban Yuanjun smiled lightly, and silently recited the next sentence in his heart - even if I don't go, Zining will not be heirs. But in the next moment, her and Apple's eyes widened.

Zhang Fang waved it, put down the wolf's hair, and waved it to Ban Yuanjun: "I'm ashamed, my word is okay to read alone, and it is really dwarfed by Yuanjun's book." ”

Zhang Fang is not modest, his words are indeed inferior to Ban Yuanjun, but at this moment, what Ban Yuanjun sees in his eyes is no longer words, but words.

"Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart. But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far. Ban Yuanjun groaned softly, his face was like fire, and his heartstrings trembled.

Appleball looked at this, then at that, and smiled secretly.

Zhang Fang added this next sentence later, which is not the original sentence of the Book of Poetry, but its popularity in later generations is far greater than the original sentence. This is from Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing", which is the "Short Song Xing" that "sings about wine, the geometry of life", because of its high popularity, almost every sentence is classic, so Zhang Fang remembers it very well. Cao Cao's original intention had nothing to do with Fengyue, but later generations were happy to attach it to Fengyue.

Zhang Fang used this sentence here, which happened to correspond to his reunion with Ban Yuanjun three years after parting. And, boldly......

Ban Yuanjun blushed and took the verse down, rolled it up, and tucked it into his sleeve. This girl is a talented girl (female Wenqing), and what can move her the most is naturally poetry.

After the poem, it is time to paint. Zhang Fang used his finger framing method to choose the Weishui sunset for Ban Yuanjun. While Ban Yuanjun was concentrating on painting, Zhang Fang quietly returned to the easel and took out a box of pen and ink......

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the bodies of the two girls, outlining their graceful bodies into a halo. The gauze dress is light and thin, faintly translucent, and the green and delicate body has a hazy beauty.

At this moment, this hazy beauty flows under Zhang Fang's pen and becomes on the drawing paper.

Ban Yuanjun is good at painting landscapes, while Zhang Fang can only sketch, which is what he learned when he was a medical student to practice anatomy.

Ban Yuanjun didn't draw well, not only because she was not used to the drawing board, but more importantly, she felt the burning gaze that swept from time to time in the corner of her eye...... Ban Yuanjun bit his lip and whispered to Ping'er.

Ping'er nodded, turned around and went to Bing Jian to get a cold drink, and while Zhang Fang was focusing on Ban Yuanjun, she quietly went to the side and looked back, but she didn't expect to meet Zhang Fang's bright eyes.

Ping'er was startled, and made a gesture to please look at it: "Mountains and rivers can be painted, and so can beautiful women." ”

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(Thank you Feng Meng, Cai Pig, Rin Xi, lsuy, Feifei Fei Fei in the sky, thank you for the monthly pass!) (To be continued.) )