The last sentence resonated with Zuo Shaoyang, and he also wanted to test himself to see if he could come up with a sentence or two of poems to meet the situation. Then he put his hands behind his back and said, "He writes a lot of poems, what do you want to hear?" ”

"It's a good view." Bai Zhi cold.

Zuo Shaoyang walked slowly along the stone path, under a bright moon, the remnants of the pond for a winter were not fished away, mixed with the new green lotus leaves, in the night, the shadows were sufficient, and it looked particularly desolate. suddenly remembered that Li Shangyin's famous poem came, and immediately dragged out his voice, and slowly recited:

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water threshold is clear, and the acacia is separated from the city.

The winter shade does not disperse, and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain.

Bai Zhihan stopped, looked at the moonlight pond, savored it, and praised it sincerely: "What a sentence 'leave the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain'!" After the flowers in the garden fell, I collected them all and put them away, but the remnants of the pond always felt that it was difficult to clean up, and I felt that pulling out the charm was a little less, but I couldn't think of where the charm came from. Now when you listen to your poem, you know that this charm is the same as that of sycamore and plantain, and only when you listen to it on a rainy night can it touch your heartstrings. ”

Li Shangyin's poem Zuo Shaoyang didn't know, but later watched the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" and heard Lin Daiyu talk about this poem, so he checked it on the Internet, and I liked it very much after reading it, so I memorized it. It was autumn when the poem was written, so the third original poem was "Autumn Yin does not disperse and frost flies late", in order to meet the occasion, Zuo Shaoyang changed the word "autumn" to "winter", and now it has just started spring, and the remnant winter scene such as dry lotus in the pond can be seen occasionally, but it is also appropriate.

Zuo Shaoyang said: "I also like to sit quietly in front of the window on a rainy night, read a book, write, or just sit quietly like that, enjoying the quiet and lonely rain hitting duckweed." ”

"yes!" These few sentences said to Bai Zhihan's heart, "So I planted plantain sycamores in the attic, and there is a bay of pond water, I like to watch the rain during the day, drizzle, lying on the windowsill, can watch for a long time." It rained at night, I couldn't see it, I could only hear it, and it was ticking, cold, and so desolate. ”

"This is also true," after listening to what he said, he remembered Li Qingzhao's words, and casually recited two sentences: "Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone?" The sycamore is more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, the word is worried! ”

Bai Zhihan was stunned again: "The young master really wrote a poem, if it was written by that unknown person, I wouldn't believe it." ”

Zuo Shaoyang smiled: "It's really written by him, I don't actually know how to write poems, I just remember my surname, and I memorized a few poems from others to fool you." ”

"Really?" Bai Zhihan's words obviously didn't believe it, the more Zuo Shaoyang said this, the more she felt that Zuo Shaoyang's subtle and restrained style was even more desirable, and she couldn't help but glance at him several times. And said: "By the way, young master, in your previous song 'Leave the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain', there is a sentence 'Acacia passes over the heavy city', who is this Acacia, but who is Acacia?" ”

"This ......, hehe, I said it all, this poem was written by someone else, how do I know who he was lovesick at the time?"

"This person must be the most concerned in his heart, and he is separated by thousands of years."

Zuo Shaoyang stood still, in this quiet night, when he mentioned it, it reminded him of his parents and relatives who were thousands of years apart, and he didn't know how good they were.

Bai Zhihan saw him standing on the path by the lotus pond, looking at the bright moon in a daze, thinking that he really let himself be right, and couldn't help but secretly think in his heart, the one who can make the young master so tempted must be a peerless beauty, but he doesn't know what kind of person can make the young master so lovesick.

Zuo Shaoyang stood for a long time, then sighed lightly, shook his head, and walked to the attic with his hands behind his back.

The attic by the lotus pond is divided into two floors, and the lower floor is a lobby. Zuo Shaoyang stepped in, and Bai Zhihan hurriedly shook the flint and lit the lantern in his hand and illuminated it beside him. Zuo Shaoyang looked up and saw a painting hanging in the middle of the lobby, which was a cold pool, with fluffy snow on the side, and a plum tree. It should be a portrayal of the winter scene of the pond outside. The inscription is handwritten and embroidered, and a poem is written:

After all the water, frost and snow buried, regardless of the east wind, silently opened.

The fragrance has not turned into mud, and the cold wind can't help but have a dark fragrance.

Zuo Shaoyang looked at it and felt that the artistic conception of this poem was very familiar, and the artistic conception was very similar to Lu You's "Yongmei" in the Northern Song Dynasty. Looking closely, it was Bai Zhihan, and she couldn't help but look back at her.

A red lantern illuminated Bai Zhi's cold and warm jade face. Bai Zhihan seemed to guess Zuo Shaoyang's thoughts, and said softly: "That day, I heard the young master chant two words under the plum tree: 'Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before'." I like it very much, and then I painted this picture in my spare time, and I remembered the two words you said, so I wrote this poem, which is just a reflection of Dong Shi. ”

Zuo Shaoyang said: "I can't imagine that you have both calligraphy and painting, not only painting such a good painting, but also writing such a good poem, the artistic conception is not inferior to the original word." That's amazing! ”

"Graffiti casually, the young master smiled." Bai Zhihan was a little embarrassed, "I always thought that those two sentences were recited casually by the young master, but it turned out to be a whole poem, can the young master read it to me?" ”

"Okay," Zuo Shaoyang slowly recited Lu You's "Yongmei":

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless.

It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Bai Zhihan tasted it stupidly, and after a while, he sighed lightly: "Lonely and desolate, lonely and arrogant, if I can write such words, even if it is ......, even if it is ......, alas! I can't write anything. - Young Master, did your friend write this poem again? ”

"Hmm."

Bai Zhihan bit his lip lightly, Danfeng looked at him with faint eyes, and did not speak.

Zuo Shaoyang went up the stairs from the lobby to the second floor.

There are only two boudoirs on the second floor, one for the study and one for the bedroom. The study room is relatively large, there is a desk by the window near the pond, there are four treasures of the study room and a stack of books, two walls in the middle, one is a bookshelf, neatly filled with a box of wire-bound books. On the other side is a soft couch with a small coffee table in the middle, and when you take off the small coffee table, it is a bed.

On the other side of the wall, there is a quaint screen, bypassing the screen, behind which is a small door, and when you push it in, it is Bai Zhihan's boudoir.

This boudoir is fragrant, but the decoration is very simple. A simple wooden bed in the middle, with bamboo poles at the four corners, carries a basket of white sheer gauze curtains, which are hung separately on both sides with brass crescent hooks, the bed is also a snow-white futon, and a square table by the window with a sewing basket on it.

Zuo Shaoyang said: "You still sleep in your room, I'll sleep in the study here." ”

"Okay, I'll make the bed for the young master."

Bai Zhihan took the work of making the bed with the futon, he lay on the windowsill, looking at the pond under the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

Bai Zhihan made the bed, sat under the lamp and did needlework, helping him change the short jacket he wore back from Guigu Peak. Neither of them spoke, and the room was quiet.

Suddenly, Bai Zhihan sighed and said, "Young Master! What do you see this is? ”

Zuo Shaoyang looked back, and Bai Zhihan came over with a jacket robe: "I cut the jacket and found this!" ”

Zuo Shaoyang took a look, and an inch of the side of his clothes had been torn open, and when he looked inside, there was a white thing, as if it was a letter. Since this shirt is sandwiched with silk and cotton, and the envelope inside is very soft, you can't feel it when you pinch it from the outside.

Bai Zhihan handed a pair of scissors to Zuo Shaoyang, Zuo Shaoyang carefully cut the opening, took out the letter, looked at the words on the cover, and his body shook suddenly, -- the cover was written "Right Xiaowei General personally opened"

The right general of the Xiaowei? Isn't this the prince Zhao who led the troops to quell the rebellion and inscribed a plaque to himself this time? There is still a plaque in the lobby with his inscription of a model for supporting the army, and this letter is addressed to him?

Who wrote it? There was no payment on the envelope. The sealed fire paint is also stamped with a party seal. He and Bai Zhihan recognized it for a long time, as if it was a special symbol, and they didn't know each other.

He wondered in his heart, this short jacket was found from the big wooden box in his cellar after he captured the evil monk on the Guigu Peak, when it was always snowing on the mountain peak, it was very cold, Miao Peilan let herself put on this silk cotton short jacket to keep out the cold, but she didn't expect such a secret letter to be inside.

This secret letter was addressed to the general, and somehow it fell into the hands of this evil monk? This Zen martial arts is very high, maybe I happened to meet the messenger who sent the letter, and for some reason I was killed by Zen, and the thing was taken back to the mountain. Zen didn't know that there was this secret letter in the middle of the shirt.

Zuo Shaoyang was a little curious, and had an urge to open it to see what the letter was, but the letter was hidden in the mezzanine of his clothes and sealed with fire paint, it must be a highly confidential letter, and he couldn't open it indiscriminately. Moreover, the way of sending letters with fire paint sealing is generally confidential letters from the government or the army, and it cannot be written by the people, and when it comes to the government and the army, it is even more impossible to mess around, so it is better to send it to the general in a hurry.

Zuo Shaoyang took Bai Zhihan, took the short jacket, and went out through the back door of the back garden. The back door was temporarily taken care of by Aunt Li, and told him that she would go to the yamen, but Aunt Li was not at ease and asked her two sons to go with her.

The four of them came to the yamen of the state capital and said that they had something to see Fu Qiangzheng. The little leader of the guards hurriedly went in to report it, and soon passed it on. But let Brother Li Dazhuang wait outside the door, and only let Zuo Shaoyang bring the weak little medicine boy with a dirty face in.

Zuo Shaoyang took Bai Zhihan to the lobby, where Fu Team was already sitting, smiled reluctantly, and said: "The general has agreed to use fifty acres of land from the imperial court to offset the debt owed to you, and wrote an edict to send it to the county government. Why, don't worry, come and ask again? ”

"No, no, that's not it, hehe."

"What's that?" Team Fu was frowning, "It's going to be curfew soon, what can't Childe talk about tomorrow?" ”

"There's something I don't know if I'm in a hurry or not, but I don't dare to delay, so I'm here to see you."

(To be continued)