Shang Zhoude read the letter sent by Zhang Yuan, shook his head, in his opinion, Zhang Yuan's concubine is actually nothing, a Yangzhou thin horse, can not threaten the status of the little sister in the Zhang family, but the little sister and Zhang Yuan are in love, and the marriage is imminent, at this time, such a Wang Wei came in, of course the little sister will not be in a good mood - there is also a letter written by Zhang Yuan to the little sister at hand, Shang Zhoude twisted the envelope, a thick stack, smiled, got up and entered the house, to hand over the letter to the little sister, so as to relieve the little sister a few words, I met a maid in the hall, asked Zhi Ran in the flower hall of the back garden, and went straight to the back garden - by the swing frame in the back garden, a cluster of mountain orchids is in full bloom, the first peony is particularly delicate, the little maid Yunjin is swinging, Shang Ran stands on the side to watch, and there is a maid holding a scarf, seeing Shang Zhoude walk in, Yun Jin quickly slipped down from the swing rack, and saluted the second master together, Shang Zhoude said: "I have something to say to the eldest lady, you retreat." ”

When the second maid walked to the door of the flower hall and stood there, Shang Ran said, "Second brother, is there a letter from Shanyin?" ”

Zhang Yuan returned to Shanyin on the thirteenth day of the lunar month last year, and he would write letters to Shang Ran every three or five days, and since the end of February, there has been no letter for eight or nine days, and Shang Ran also knew that Zhang Yuan was busy with the affairs of the Han Society—"It was Zhang Jiezi's letter." Shang Zhoude took out Zhang Yuan's letter from the bottom of his sleeve and handed it to Shang Yuran, frowning slightly: "Something unpleasant happened-"

Shang Ran wore a cloud shoulder and a binational armor, combed his hair in Hangzhou, his eyes were bright, his demeanor was elegant, looking at the face of his second brother Shang Zhoude, his heart sank, and he asked, "Is it about Miss Wang?" "That's what she's been worried about.

Shang Zhoude also knew about the entanglement between Wang Siren's daughter and Zhang Yuan, smiled and said: "It's not Miss Wang, but she is also surnamed Wang, Jinling Mingji, met with Jie Zi in Songjiang, and chased him to Shanyin - you read the letter first, see how Zhang Jiezi explained it to you." ”

Shang Xiangran frowned slightly, took out the letter, and put the envelope on the swing rack beside him, Zhang Yuan's credit is the kind of lead mangosteen paper that is eight inches long and six inches wide, and he wrote five pieces of paper, the word is the kind of small block with a big finger, and the end is condensed and beautiful, and the calligraphy has grown greatly compared to the summer of the previous year in the White Horse Mountain, Shang Tangran is still very calm, and he still has the leisure to evaluate Zhang Yuan's words in his heart first - Shang Zhoude stood on the side with his hand, looking at the little sister reading the letter one by one, and after reading the last letter paper, his face was expressionless, looking at a bush of peonies in a daze, Suddenly, tears from the corners of his eyes slid across his cheeks, Shang Zhoude suddenly became anxious, and said: "Zhang Jiezi's behavior is too ridiculous, he said that he will come to the door to explain a few days, and then I will reprimand him and let him send that Jinling Ji away, it is really unreasonable." Shang Zhoude's attitude was a bit exaggerated, he did it on purpose - Shang Shuran waved his hand, the maid holding the towel ran over in broken steps, Shang Tanran took the face towel and wiped his tears, and asked the little maid to go away, and said to the second brother Shang Zhoude: "Second brother, Jie Zi is writing a letter to explain, not to repent, I know Jie Zi's surname, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, although he is careful about the words of this letter, I can see that he is very protective of the woman named Wang Wei. Presumably, it is to call Wang Wei's coming to Shanyin thousands of miles away as a rhyme and a beautiful thing, if we reject it with all our might, it will be unbeautiful, and in the name of immorality and jealousy, I can tolerate Mu Zhenzhen, why can't I tolerate this Wang Wei——"

On June 19 last year, Shang Ran met with Zhang's mother Lu in Dashan Temple, Zhang's mother Lu and her talked about Mu Zhenzhen's affairs, Mu Zhenzhen went out with Zhang Yuan, it must be a girl in the room, at that time she smiled and said that she really has martial arts, and she is loyal, and it is reassuring to go out with Zhang Lang - Shang Zhoude sighed: "The little sister is so virtuous, Zhang Jiezi should also be ashamed, but you can't be so tolerant, he is still just a showman, if he is a scholar and an official in the future, wouldn't he indulge in lust and spend all his time?" ”

Shang Ran said with a smile: "That's not it, Zhang Jiezi is not a greedy and lustful person, but I want to see that Wang Wei-" I was still very jealous in my heart, Wang Wei accompanied Zhang Yuan from Qingpu to Jinling, thinking about it.

Shang Zhoude said: "When Jie Zi comes, I will tell him, let that Wang Wei come to see you, if the woman is too charming, you can admonish him." "Gossip a few words, and go out.

Shang Ran put away Zhang Yuan's letter and sat on the swing frame, and the little maid Yunjin hurriedly came over and gently shook her, and asked, "Why is Miss crying, Aunt Zhang bullied Miss?" ”

Shang Ran said curiously: "Why did you say that Zhang Jiezi bullied me?" ”

Yun Jin hesitated for a moment and said: "The maid heard from the boat lady Zhou Ma in the morning that Aunt Zhang wanted to take a Jinling Oiran as a concubine, but I don't know if it's true or not, so the maid didn't dare to say it to the young lady. ”

The swing swayed gently, the skirt was lightly flicked, Shang Ran looked up at the clouds in the sky, and said in his heart: "This matter is really spreading fast, it seems that it is appropriate to ask that Wang Wei to come here to meet him, and this is also the face of the whole association." "Thinking about it, I still feel bored.

…… On the eighth day of the first month of March, Huang Zunsu and Ni Yuanlu, the members of the Han Society in Shaoxing, also resigned to Zhang Plaintiff and returned to their hometowns, because the tenth day of the first month of March is Qingming, they want to rush back to sweep the tomb, and they will come to Shanyin again at the beginning of next month to drink Zhang Yuan's happy wine, as for Ruan Dacheng, Fan Wenruo, Feng Menglong, Yang Shixiang, these members of other provinces and counties are of course impossible to rush back to their hometowns to sweep the tombs and then come again, so they stayed in Shanyin, there are more than 60 people, each day they gather together to discuss the eight shares, discuss the history and current affairs, the sky is clear, the wind and the beauty browse the Shaoxing landscape, the mountain [*** Ascending, such as the line in the picture scroll - Zhang Yuan went to visit his brother Shang Zhoude in the afternoon of the ninth day of the first month of March, along the way to see the painting boat flute and drums, endless, men and women in the boat beautiful makeup and clothes, singing and drinking, this is Huiji, Shanyin and the people in the city go to the suburbs to sweep the tomb, the name is to sweep the tomb, in fact, it is You Chun, advocating the ocean boiling, the song is "Hai Dongqing", "Walking Thousands of Miles Alone", Zhang Yuan does not understand why Shaoxing people sweep the tomb and travel spring to blow these two songs that show high flying and far-reaching?

Shang Zhoude saw that Zhang Yuan was original, so he said what he said after reading the letter, Zhang Yuan was ashamed, and felt deeply virtuous, Shang Zhoude said: "I want to see that Wang Wei, see what kind of person she is, just in these days, you call her to meet her." ”

Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "Xiuwei wants to enter my Zhang's house, sooner or later, I want to meet Xuanran, and I am virtuous, so I won't embarrass Xiuwei." And he agreed.

Zhang Yuan had dinner in Shangfu, took a boat back to Shanyin with Wuling, and went ashore at Bashi Bridge, the twilight was heavy, the semi-circular moon had risen in the middle of the sky, the dark blue sky stars twinkled, Zhang Yuan said: "Xiao Wu, go to the garden with me." ”

Wu Ling agreed, followed Zhang Yuan to the Chengxi Garden, and said, "The young master hasn't been to the Garden for several days. ”

Zhang Yuan said: "Every time I give lectures, entertain and say goodbye, I have little time to spare—hasn't my sister been there a few times?" ”

Wu Ling said: "Then I don't know. ”

The master and servant walked to Pang Gong Pond, the sky in late spring was already dark, the semi-circular moon became more and more bright, as if it was covered with dust before, it was washed at this time, the pond water was gloomy, and the pavilions and pavilions of the garden at the end of the pond were ethereal like a dream in the dim - the garden gate was not closed, Zhang Yuan and Wu Ling walked in, Xie Gardener's family of four was having dinner, lighting a soybean oil lamp, the family was also happy, Zhang Yuan greeted and walked over, passed the corridor, Xiaomei Mountain, Tianwentai, and arrived outside the back door of Plum Blossom Zen, I saw the little maid Huixiang washing the rice retorts and bowls by the small canal in Shushi Spring, and a small lantern was inserted in the fence wall and was as yellow as the moon - "Huixiang, what did you eat for dinner?" Zhang Yuan asked with a smile.

Hui Xiang saw that it was Zhang Yuan, and his white teeth were shining in the night, and he said happily: "Zhang Xianggong is here, my girls are saying that Zhang Xianggong hasn't come for six days - dinner, white rice, fragrant, dishes include pea soup, red bean curd, green pepper slices, and a sea bass, which is caught in this pond, steamed, and delicious." He pointed to the water in the pond under the perch pavilion.

Zhang Yuanxi said: "It was your aunt who fished it?" Good skills. ”

"It's not Aunt Wei." Hui Xiang grinned and said, "Where can Wei Gu use flowers to catch fish, it was Xue Tong who used earthworms as bait to catch fish." He added: "Aunt Wei is very busy these days, reading and writing, and she can't be free every day." ”

Zhang Yuan said "oh": "I'll go and see what she's busy with." ”

Entering the plum blossom meditation room, Uncle Yao was cooking tea under the corridor, Xue Tong sat on the threshold of Wang Wei's ear room and cut something with a knife by the light of the room, and when he saw Zhang Yuan, Xue Tong jumped up with an "ah", Zhang Yuan waved his hand, and Xue Tong pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of the ear room, saw a small case in front of the window, a glass lamp, Wang Wei knelt in front of the desk, facing the door, wearing a natural cloth robe, soft long hair was scattered, the waist was straight, and the right elbow was writing, Zhang Yuan just stepped in, she noticed it, her eyes flashed, she smiled, and shouted: "Jie Zi Xianggong-", put the rabbit pen in his hand on the Xuantong pen grid, stood up, the cloth robe swayed, slender - Zhang Yuan smiled: "I was going to scare you, you are alert." ”

Wang Wei said: "I'm copying books, if you scare me, then I'll write a wasted page." ”

Zhang Yuan leaned over and saw a volume of Xu Wei's poetry manuscript spread out on the desk, on one side was the paper copied by Wang Wei, and there was a stack of copied ones on the side, which had been copied to the third volume, the fly-headed small letters, the handwriting was refreshing and beautiful, Zhang Yuan looked at a few sheets, but there was no alteration, this is not a few hundred words and thousands of words, copying tens of thousands of words can be done without mistakes and alterations, this is too rare, I can't help but admire - Wang Wei smiled and said: "Jie Zi Xianggong Mo Kua, I have wasted a lot of paper." As he spoke, he took out a small stack of paper from the other side of the book, about ten sheets, all of which were discarded if they were written wrongly, and some of them were almost full, but in the end, they were invalidated, which was a pity.

Zhang Yuan said: "Xiuwei is too serious, there are missing words in the "Lanting Collection Preface", you are not a subject exam paper, why not change it, just erase the typo tick, or I don't know if I let people send female yellow." ”

Wang Wei said: "No, anyway, if I have time, I feel that it is an eyesore when I look at the altered ones, and I am not happy, so I simply recopy it, which is also considered to practice calligraphy, right?" ”

Zhang Yuan said "hey" and said in his heart: "Xiuwei is still a complete aesthetician, this is not easy to wait." ”

(To be continued)