Yao's mother turned her head to look at Chu Yi beside her, and saw that he was listening to the play so seriously, and her heart became more and more happy. In addition, this play was exactly what she wanted, so she asked tentatively: "Dean Xiao Chu, do you like this song?"

Chu Yi nodded and said, "This play is good, the singing is better, and the likes are tight." ”

Yao's mother said with a smile: "It's good if you like it." By the way, Dean Xiao Chu still has a marriage match now?"

When it came to marriage, Chu Yi was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the Ling Yan that he hadn't seen for many days, and his heart sank.

Yao's mother saw that his expression changed slightly, but he didn't want to say it, so she immediately changed the topic and said: "I heard that Dean Xiao Chu has outstanding literary talents, and today's scene, can you write a poem?"

Chu Yi secretly complained in his heart, and secretly said that this old woman really can't open any pot. But in today's scene, I can't refuse, so I can only bite the bullet, and my mind is spinning quickly, recalling the poems I read before.

Throughout history, there are many masters of writing love poems between men and women, the most representative of which are Liu Yong, Li Shangyin, Wen Tingyun, Nalan Xingde and others.

And the one he is most familiar with is not Wen Tingyun.

Chu Yi decided to borrow Wen Tingyun's little words. He looked at the stage, thinking about Ling Yan in his mind, and said in a deep voice: "The jade furnace incense, red wax tears, biased to the painting hall Qiusi." The eyebrows are thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and cold.

Sycamore trees, three more rain, not to leave the love is bitter. A leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light. ”

After reading this poem, Chu Yi's heart was filled with a deep sense of sadness.

At this moment, is Ling Yan, who is far away in Luochuan, okay?

Will she miss him?

If Ling Yan knew that Phoenix Valley no longer existed, he would be very sad, what would he do?

All kinds of past events came to mind, making him reveal his true feelings for a while, and his eyes moistened.

Yao's mother saw his strangeness and didn't want him to be such a loving person. This word is very well written, and this love is also very deep. If such a man becomes her grandson-in-law, then she will not smile every day.

Yao Guangping looked at Han Yu and asked with a smile, "Mr. Han, how is Dean Xiao Chu's poem?"

The words of junior brother are written all over the "autumn thoughts" and "divorce" of the people in the painting hall. The artistic conception of the upper rung is quite common, but the writing method of the lower rung is unique. "Sycamore tree" seems to be a straight word, is from the "night long" teased out, but also the calligrapher's "no drooping and no shrinking" method. The so-called "vertical" in calligraphy refers to the vertical pen, and when making a vertical pen, it must be retracted upwards at the end to make the font not lose its momentum. Compared with words, it seems to be straightforward, vertical and downward, but it must be frustrated deeply, ups and downs and affectionate, and it seems to be straight and practical. And Xia Yan, writing Wutong night language, is exactly this feature. Wonderful. ”

Han Yu looked at Chu Yi with a look of appreciation. It is extremely rare to be able to make such delicate little words in such a short time. Even he could hardly write such beautiful lyrical words in such a thousand miles.

Yao's mother savored it, and the more she tasted it, the more she felt it, as if this poem was written for her youth, and this scene was like a tide gushing out, flooding her heart, and sighing.

"Dean Xiao Chu is outstanding, and he really deserves his reputation. Yao's mother praised.

Chu Yi stiffened his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Let the old lady laugh." ”

Soon, this poem was transmitted downstairs from the second floor, from downstairs to outside Yao's mansion, and then spread throughout Qingyang City.

Many people didn't know how talented Chu Yi was before, but tonight, a small poem spread throughout Qingyang, and everyone read it and had different feelings, especially those women in the boudoir, including Mu Qing, the daughter of Mu Mansion.

When Mu Qing got the copy of this poem, the whole person fell into it and couldn't extricate himself.

Who is the woman in this word, not her?

Yaofu, the most important moment is coming.

After the opera, Dai Yulian moved lightly and slowly walked onto the stage. The moment she appeared, she attracted the eyes of all the men in the audience and on the second floor, even the women, they couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves.

Tonight, Dai Yu descended from heaven like a fairy to celebrate Yao's mother's birthday.

Yao's mother was overjoyed, but she didn't expect her son to carefully prepare for the finale.

Just when she was happy to see it, she inadvertently saw that her son's eyes were a little strange, and the hot gaze was like a flame, burning wildly.

Yao's mother is a woman, and Yao Guangping is his son, so she naturally sees the doorway.

Han Yu also glanced at Yao Guangping, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Looking at Chu Yi again, he didn't show a strange expression, and didn't seem to care about what was going to happen later.

"Could it be that I read it wrong?" Han Yu asked himself in his heart.

If it were him, if he had to choose between interests and women, he would definitely choose interests. As for women, they are just bargaining chips.

On the stage, there are graceful women, with clear faces and white shirts, green silk and ink dyeing, and colorful fans elegant, like fairies.

Sometimes raise the wrist and lower the eyebrows, sometimes lightly Shu Yun hand, the fan in the hand is closed and held, like a pen walking dragon painting Danqing, jade sleeves are windy, elegant and vigorous.

The sound of music is clear in the ears, the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen like a silk string, turning, throwing, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, bending, flowing water like a dragon flying, if a phoenix dances.

Everyone watched her graceful dancing in fascination, almost forgetting to breathe. The woman's eyes were so beautiful that everyone present was heartbeating, and they all thought that she was looking at herself.

At the end of the song, Dai Yu looked at Yao's mother, and saw his son-in-law looking at her with a smile, and couldn't help laughing.

This smile fell into the city again.

Yao Guangping was so drunk that he still didn't wake up from the dreamlike dance.

Yao's mother saw that he was slightly out of shape, and coughed dryly, which made him retract his thoughts, looked left and right, and said loudly: "This dance should only be in the sky, how can I see it in the world a few times." Good, very good!"

When everyone saw Yao Guangping say this, they echoed it. Some people who had never seen Dai Yu competed began to inquire about her origin in private. It soon became known that this woman was a student of Yanling Academy, that is, the student of Dean Xiao Chu sitting on the second floor.

Even if you have that non-parting thought, you can only keep it in your heart, you can't say it, and you can't sit down.

Now, Chu Yi seems to be a celebrity next to Yao Guangping. Moreover, the identity behind Chu Yi also made those people dare not make any small moves.

Yao Guangping was itching in his heart, but he didn't see any movement from Chu Yi, he was very anxious, but it was not easy to say it directly.

Just when he was embarrassed, Han Yu looked at Chu Yi and said with a smile: "I heard that the junior brother is going to give the old lady a heavy gift, I don't know what it is?"

Yao's mother was quite surprised, her eyes fell on Chu Yi's face, and she obviously wanted to know what the gift was.

Chu Yi couldn't wait to rush up and give Han Yu two kicks, obviously wanting to see him look foreign.

At this time, all the guests present were looking forward to seeing what different gifts this Chu Yi had brought to please the old lady.

Chu Yi looked at Han Yu and smiled without smiling: "Senior brother's memory is not ordinarily good." ”

Yao Guangping was very grateful in his heart, and suddenly felt that this Han Yu still worked at the critical moment, so he took the opportunity to take over: "Dean Xiao Chu, what kind of gift is it?"

Chu Yi got up and bowed his hand to Yao Guangping: "My lord, I can't hide it, I met a master a few days ago, and I have a lot of fate with him. He told me that he would personally come to congratulate the old lady at the birthday banquet. ”

"Oh?"

Yao Guangping was suspicious and asked: "Then do you know who the master's surname is, and which immortal mountain he comes from?"

Although he asked this casually, he was always unhappy in his heart, and secretly said that you kid is a fool for me, and this lame little trick can't fool him.

Yao's mother didn't know what to do, and asked, "Why don't you see that master today?"

"This..."

Chu Yi looked embarrassed, and explained stubbornly: "The master Shenlong can't see the head but the tail, and I don't know when he will appear. ”

Han Yu took over and said lightly, "Senior brother, are you sure this person is coming, or is he just talking nonsense?"