Li Yu has not recovered from his depression, and his frustration is not mainly because Leng Yi saw through his true thoughts when he wrote the poem, but because he even missed his homeland as if he was secretly a thief, and he was seen through and scared. I really don't know when it's a head.

He and Zhao Tingmei also became attached because of poetry, and when they talked about poetry, they forgot about the troubles, this time, he naturally knew that Zhao Tingmei also wanted to use this method to distract himself and not care about those troubles. smiled reluctantly, and said to Leng Yi: "I don't know if Lord Leng has any great works, can you say it, let's read it?" ”

Leng Yi smiled, and was about to say that he didn't know how to make poetry, but he was still very willing to talk about poetry with Li Yu, a great lyricist known as the "Emperor of Words" in history, how many people could enjoy such an opportunity? Except for the lucky ones who crossed over. If you honestly don't know how to make poems, then you will lose this good opportunity, anyway, there are a lot of poems you memorize, and when necessary, you can still deal with one or two, of course, if you want to get an axe in front of a big lyricist like Li Yu, you can only bring shame on yourself. You can only ask for advice as a student.

Leng Yi arched his hand and said: "Today, if you can meet the great poets of the world, how can you miss this rare opportunity to seek advice?" I wrote some assignments, and I was able to ask for advice from a Fang family like my grandfather, and I was really fortunate to be told about it, and I asked my grandfather for advice. ”

Li Yu nodded a little absentmindedly.

Leng Yi said: "My poem was written when I was the magistrate of Yinling County, Bazhou. Because I grew up with my parents since I was a child, except for a short time away from home for the exam in Beijing, this is the first time to stay away from my homeland for a long time, homesick, self-pouring, still can't sleep at night, I can't love myself, so I wrote this poem, I feel not very satisfied, and I ask for advice from the prince and grandfather. ”

Zhao Tingmei smiled and said, "Lord Leng, please speak, I will listen to you." ”

Leng Yi showed a wincing look, and stammered a little as he read out the song "Poppy Beauty" that has been recited through the ages:

When is the spring flower and autumn moon?

How much do you know about the past?

Xiaolou had another east wind last night, and the homeland was unbearable to look back at the moonlight.

The carved fence and jade masonry are still there, but Zhu Yan has changed.

Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

This poem is the representative work of Li Yu, the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty in front of him, but he did it a few months later, and now, it was copied and read out by Leng Yi first.

Of course, Leng Yi didn't show off in front of the other party by plagiarizing the other party's poetry. He has a lot of famous poems that can be plagiarized, why did he choose this one of Li Yu's own poems, the purpose of which is to save Li Yu's life!

Because in history, Li Yu wrote poems many times to express his nostalgia for his homeland, which has made Emperor Zhao Guangyi more and more unbearable, and in the end, it was precisely because Li Yu wrote this famous poem of nostalgia for his homeland that Zhao Guangyi finally decided to kill him to avoid future troubles. Now, Leng Yi preemptively said his poem with his own work, and it is impossible for Li Yu to write this poem again, so as not to anger Zhao Guangyi, so as to save his life. Of course, whether it can be kept or not will only be known later.

Leng Yi plagiarized Li Yu's famous poem, but changed the homeland into the homeland, and the most beautiful thing in the whole poem has not changed, although he pretended to be humble and timid to read the poem, and there is no desolate grievance and melancholy in the words, but the beauty of the words themselves is enough to shock Li Yu, Xiao Zhouhou and Zhao Tingmei.

They looked at Leng Yi dumbfounded, especially Li Yu, the shock was beyond words.

Li Yu looked at him in despair, when is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? Isn't this what I often sigh about? The east wind of the small building, carved fences and jade masonry, the old country can not only look back, can not bear to face the mirror, just because of two years, he has become a young man from a handsome man to a vicissitudes of life, the sideburns have been gray, the face is gone, his endless sorrow and sorrow, in addition to the spring water of the east of the river, what is there to compare?

Li Yu was entangled in the artistic conception of this poem, and he often expressed his nostalgia for his homeland in his poems, and transformed the bitterness, melancholy and sadness in his heart into poems, but most of them were hidden and tucked away, and he did not dare to express his heart directly. However, the poem "Poppy Beauty" uses white drawing techniques to directly express his inner feelings in popular language, which is the strongest voice for him to express his feelings of nostalgia for his homeland. However, now this poem appears in the form of Leng Yi's work, and the emotion in this poem is very suitable for his own feelings, and at the same time, it is his most commonly used expression of affection for the scene, which stirs his deepest feelings, as if he is full of heartfelt words, and helps himself express this poem.

Although, Leng Yi said that this was his work when he was nostalgic for his homeland, but in Li Yu's view, it is clearly a true portrayal of his own heart, this poem, used to express his feelings, is simply intimate, who else can help himself say the bitterness and sadness in his heart so accurately?

Therefore, Li Yu was stunned, and in his heart, it was like turning over the river and the sea, sweet and sour, bitter and salty, and he used it in his heart together. I want to say thank you, but where does this thank you start? I don't say it, but I am full of gratitude and emotion, and if I don't express it, it will explode.

Xiao Zhouhou also stayed, she is also a poetry expert, and at the same time, she also has her husband Li Yu's sadness of missing her homeland, and this emotion is also the most appropriate and perfect expression of Leng Yi's poem, so she also stayed on the spot, the same excitement.

And Zhao Tingmei was shocked, his favorite was Li Yu's poetry style, so he was not afraid of taboos, and became a confidant and friend with him, the lord of the surrendered country, and often drank and talked about poetry together. Now, Leng Yi's poem is exactly the same as Li Yu's poetry style (Li Yu's own words, of course, his own style), are also so superb, ethereal and empty, and express that kind of poignant and sad to the fullest. The level of this poem is even better than that of Li Yu! He couldn't imagine that a little magistrate could have such a poetic talent, so he was stunned for a while.

Of course, Zhuo Qiaoniang didn't understand, but she knew that the official was asking the other party for poetry, and after the official finished reading, the other party was stunned, just staring at the official, not speaking, and not applauding, but as if she was suddenly demented, she didn't know what was going on, and she was a little scared. quietly moved his ass to Leng Yi's side.

Leng Yi arched his hand and said: "It's ugly, please ask the two for guidance." ”

saw Zhao Tingmei stand up with a snort, and bowed to the ground at Leng Yi: "Lord Leng, ah no, Brother Leng is talented!" This poem will surely go down in the future! Brother Leng is also a saint of this way, and he is really out of sight! ”

Leng Yi hurriedly got up and arched his hand: "The prince has won the award." ”

Zhao Tingmei's face was blank and said: "I call you brother, could it be that you look down on me and don't want to be commensurate with my brother?" ”

Leng Yi hurriedly said: "Don't dare to be, Brother Zhao!" ”

"That's right! Your words are to my taste! I especially like it! So I'm willing to treat you as my own brother! Chongguang and I are also brothers in the word, and we will be like-minded people in the future! Haha, right? Heavy light! Heavy light!? ”

Zhao Tingmei and Leng Yi turned their heads to look at Li Yu, only to see that he was still stunned, looking straight ahead, and the corners of his mouth actually drooled!

Xiao Zhouhou also found out that her husband was wrong, and she suddenly panicked, and hurriedly hugged and swayed: "Husband! Husband, what's wrong with you? ”

Li Yu's eyes were dull, and he muttered repeatedly: "It is the spring water of a river flowing eastward...... it is the spring water of a river, and it is the spring water of a river......

Xiao Zhou later knew that this poem was too suitable for her husband's state of mind, and it actually aroused the deepest sorrow in his heart, fascinated his mind, and couldn't help but cry like rain, hugging him and crying mournfully.

Leng Yi hurriedly said: "Pinch people!" Hurry up and pinch him! ”

Zhao Tingmei hurriedly went over, pinched his human acupoint, and kept calling his name in his mouth. Over there, Princess Li was busy asking people to invite the imperial doctor.

Fortunately, Zhao Tingmei only pinched for a moment, and Li Yu sobbed and cried.

Hearing his cry, Xiao Zhouhou put down his heart, hugged him, and choked up: "Husband, let's go back?" ”

Li Yu nodded slightly.

Zhao Tingmei knew that Li Yu's mood at the moment was only afraid that he would not get better for a while, and this banquet would not be able to continue, so it would be better to reunite again. hurriedly asked people to prepare a sedan chair to send Li Yu and his wife home.

Leng Yi didn't know that things would turn out like this, and said to Zhao Tingmei with some trepidation: "This, is there something wrong with my poem?" If so, I'm ......"

Zhao Tingmei waved her hand and said in a low voice: "Excellent, Brother Leng's lyrics are excellent!" It's just that, when it comes to Chongguang's heart, he is an idiot with a surname in love, easy to make fools, and he will be fine after resting for a while. ”

"Oh......" Leng Yi nodded, followed Zhao Tingmei out, and found that it was snowing outside again.

In the yard, Xiao Zhouhou helped Li Yu to get on the sedan chair, helped him put down the sedan curtain, and then turned around and walked to his small sedan chair.

The two-seater sedan chair faded away in the long snow and disappeared behind the gray snow curtain.

―――――――――――― Longxi Mansion.

Xiao Zhou helped Li Yu to lie down on the splendid and gorgeous carved bed. Li Yu was still sobbing and crying. Xiao Zhou was accompanied by tears. Li Yu's original concubines saw that they went out in a good manner, but they came back crying, thinking that they had been bullied by the official family again, and they didn't dare to come over to persuade them, but just waited outside under the porch, accompanied by tears.

I don't know how long I cried, but finally, Li Yu seemed tired of crying, curled up and fell asleep with a thin body.

By this time, the sky had darkened.

Xiao Zhouhou covered Li Yu with the quilt, got up abruptly, walked out of the back hall step by step, came to the porch, looked up, and saw that in the night, snowflakes swayed and fell in the cold wind, floating in from time to time, sticking to her fragrant shoulders.

Xiao Zhouhou feels so helpless, he just wants to find a strong shoulder and lean on himself, even if it's just for a moment, but who can rely on him? The husband is surnamed cowardly, but he is his dependence, if he leans on his shoulder, I am afraid, the two of them will have to cross.

She could only sit crookedly, sitting on the jade railing under the porch. The cold, from under her body quickly hit her delicate body. However, she did not get up, and let the cold envelop her. With a slender hand, he slowly brushed away the snow on the jade railing, revealing a cool stone surface. She stroked the palm of her hand on it, and the cold stretched to every joint of her fingers, only to feel that her fingers had become like jade ice sculptures at this moment.

"The carved jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed." At this moment, the jade railing that I am sitting on is someone else's, and who is sitting on the carved jade of the Southern Tang Dynasty where I once sat with my husband? Every time I look at the mirror and make up, I feel that I am a little old again. It's just because the surrender is so hard to suffer.

I thought that except for my husband, no one in the world could write such words that could tug at my heartstrings, but I didn't expect that this cold Tui Guan could also write that the talent of this poem is so high and the artistic conception is poignant, that is, the husband, I am afraid that it will be difficult to achieve. No, no, if it is a pen, the husband can also write such words and sentences, such an artistic conception is actually the husband and his own body and mind, if you want to write, the husband can also write, but he never dares to write like this. It's this pusher who writes what his husband and himself think.

He said that he was grateful for his homeland, what kind of homeland complex made him old, and what kind of sorrow and poignancy was compared to a river of spring water? Such a complex of thoughts, a long period of mourning, I thought that only my husband and myself had it, and he had a homesickness for his homeland, but was it so strong?

But it turns out that there are people who are as sad as themselves.

Xiao Zhouhou sat on the jade railing in a daze, watching the snowflakes fall, scattered, and full of bleak stairs.

Behind him, a low voice came: "Madam! Madam......! ”

Xiao Zhouhou woke up as if in a dream, and looked back, but it was a maid, bowing her head, and said, "Madam, the official family invites you to enter the palace immediately." ”

Xiao Zhouhou was shocked and stood up. The official family never summoned him directly, and every time he made excuses, such as asking the queen to summon the wife, let him enter the palace, and then quietly let people pick him up, and then quietly send him back to go back with those women when he was done, so as to cover people's eyes and ears. This time, why did you suddenly summon yourself directly? Could it be that it was the husband's poems of nostalgia for his homeland that reached his ears?

If this is the case, then there is only one possibility, that is, the secret of the pusher surnamed Leng!

I also appreciated his talent just now, and thanked him for writing such a good poem that could tug at the heartstrings of his husband and himself, and even introduced him as a confidant, but he didn't think that he was such a sinister villain behind the surface! Such a person, even if he can write beautiful words, is also a shameless person who is spurned!

Xiao Zhouhou's good impression of Leng Yi in his heart was gone in an instant. Xiao Zhouhou gritted his teeth hatefully and walked out.

(To be continued)