After finishing work in the evening, the lively nodle shop quieted down, and after dinner, Pan Wenhai and his wife went to sleep in the small courtyard next to the backyard.

Zhao Fuzi also took his grandson back to the room, looking at Zhao Nengli with a bitter face, presumably going back to the room was inevitably forced by his grandfather to torture him.

Jiang Yi arranged for tomorrow, finished washing, and went back to the room.

Now she doesn't have to settle accounts, and she is still free at night.

Suddenly remembered that the husband had not eaten much for dinner, so he commanded; "Chun'er, you go boil some sweet potato syrup."

"Yes!" Tsubaki came out in response.

"Liu'er, has the owner taken a bath?"

"Not yet, he went back to his room after dinner."

Jiang Yidao; "Go get some firewood, don't let the bath water get cold."

Southerners are used to bathing every day, so bath water is a must-have every day.

Liu Er went to the courtyard, and she walked to Bu Ru's room.

The waiter who was guarding the door wanted to call her, but she stretched out her hand to stop her, for fear of disturbing the people in the room.

When I entered the room, I saw a thin figure leaning over the table and writing something.

Although life is much better now, Bu Ru needs a lot of nutrients during the growth period, and he usually doesn't eat and drink violently, so he still doesn't look fat at this time

I opened the wardrobe and took a thicker dress, walked behind him and put it on gently, looking down at what he was writing.

Bu Ru glanced back, smiled and continued to bow his head and write.

Jiang Yi asked softly; "Husband, why don't you go to the shower?"

Bu Ru does not raise his head; "Don't worry, I'll wash it later."

"Oh!"

After a while, Jiang Yi, who was lying on Buru's shoulder, asked again; "You're writing these poems, aren't you?"

"That's right!" The fragrance on the lady's body came, and Rang Ru was a little distracted.

But he didn't mess around, he respected his wife in his heart, and he always respected each other like a guest, because he knew that if she wanted to give it to herself, she would definitely give it.

Jiang Yijiao said with a smile; "Hee-hee, don't you usually like poetry? To say that these are the sounds of the mill. ”

Bu Ru took a deep breath and looked back at his beloved wife; "It used to be too extreme, but in fact, there are many good poems, such as the words of the poet Li Bai and Su Zi. It's just that I didn't have time to appreciate it before, so I had those immature remarks. ”

"Oh, then why did you suddenly write poetry today?"

Buru pursed his lips; "I'm going to participate in the literary meeting tomorrow, and when the time comes, I will gather talents, and I want to show articles and poems, I'm afraid that I won't be able to write it and be ashamed."

"You are the leader of the Five Classics, what ......are you afraid of?"

Bu Ru sighed and said leisurely; "Although I am the leader of the Five Classics, it is nothing if you ask me to write some articles, but if you want to recite poetry correctly, I am not good at this......"

As a reader, in fact, not everything, for example, some people are good at writing eight-strand literary arts, but they are mediocre in poetry and songs, after all, writing poetry is not about reading too much, which requires a lot of talent in it.

Jiang Yi understands this, writing articles requires IQ, as long as the IQ is enough, more research and more practice, you can still write decent articles.

Poetry requires emotional intelligence, although learning to rhyme, fighting and using a flat can write a poem, but without emotional intelligence, without injecting talent, the written poem has no soul, it is garbage poetry.

For example, she knows that a certain wild boar skin emperor in the prosperous era of chaff in history wrote tens of thousands of poems in his life, but he can be regarded as a good work, but none of them can be circulated.

Instead, it became a joke.

Bu Ru naturally learned the basic knowledge of poetry and poetry, but because the previous focus was all on Baguwen, it was extremely difficult for him to write a poem.

In the Tang and Song dynasties, poetry was examined in the imperial examination, so the scholars after that time would study it seriously, and most literati could write some poems of better quality.

After the Ming and Qing dynasties, poetry was not examined in the imperial examination, so there were very few excellent works of poetry in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The Great Yong Dynasty is very similar to the Ming Dynasty, the scientific examination does not test poetry, even if there is this test item, it is insignificant, a small plus question.

"Hehe, I've read a lot of poems in the past two years, "Three Hundred Tang Poems and Song Poems", and "Thousand Poems".

Bu Ru said with relief; "It's also great that you have free time to read more books."

Jiang Yi shook her head, revealing an extremely cute look, showing off like a proud little hen; "Yes, I heard that I am familiar with 300 Tang poems, and I can't write poems and can chant them, in fact, I have tried to write a lot of poems during this time."

Bu Ru likes to see his beloved wife showing such a cute and intimate appearance in front of him, he is in a good mood, and he says in his mouth; "Oh? Are you sure? Would you like to show me something? ”

"Okay, I'll write it to you." Jiang Yi picked up the pen and thought about it.

"Can't you write it?" Buru asked funny.

Jiang Yi said with a slight annoyance; "Humph! No, I'm just brushing my mind. ”

After speaking, write down; The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Bu Ru didn't think this was the case after reading the first sentence, and when the whole poem was written, he was suddenly speechless with surprise after reading it.

Jiang Yi seemed to be unaware, and then wrote another poem; Kyushu is angry and thunderous, and thousands of horses are sad. I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern.

"Lady, you wrote all these poems?" Bu Ru asked incredulously.

Jiang Yi was a little flustered in her heart, and her eyes dodged and stuck out her tongue and said shyly; "Yes~"

Bu Ru read it carefully twice, and felt that the rhyme and evenness of these two poems were handled very well, and the artistic conception was also very good, but he could only see this.

With his current insight and talent, he could not have imagined it; A weak girl who has no social experience should not be able to write such a poem.

"What do you think?"

Bu Ru looked at the few poems he had just written, and said dejectedly; "It's much better than what I wrote, lady, you're such a genius."

Jiang Yi asked timidly; "Really? Don't you think ......"

"It's really good." Bu Ru thought that she was afraid that she would not write well and be shy, and sighed in her heart; Some people are geniuses, and if a lady reads, she must be better than me.

"Husband is a reader, you should write better than me!"

Buru smiled; Picked up the two poems and looked at them again, and said; "No, you write better than me, you shouldn't be presumptuous, there was a great poet and lyricist Li Qingzhao in the Song Dynasty, and her poems were much better than those of her husband, so it's normal for you to write better than me."

"That's good, I'm afraid that my husband will laugh at me if I don't write well."

"How so, silly girl." Bu Ru read it again and said with a smile.

"Then you go to the bath early, I asked Chun'er to make sugar water, if you are hungry, let me wait for you to drink, and I will go to sleep." Saying that, Jiang Yi ran out of the room with a smoke.

Out of the door, she thought to herself; "Mr. Gong, don't blame, don't blame, hee-hee"