After reciting this poem "Huanxi Sha", there was a melt and sad look in his expression, which corresponded to the entry of the words and sentences.

At this time, Yuge, who had just gone to change the tea, brought a purple and sandy bamboo cicada teapot, and Shen Wan lightly lifted the pot to add a new tea to Rong Ruo.

Gu Zhenguan praised after hearing this: "I heard of playing and singing this song in the past, but I didn't expect that just now I only heard Miss Shen chanting softly, and it turned out to be three points in love, and we can't hold ourselves anymore." ”

Shen Wan only smiled lightly, her eyes still fell on Rong Ruo, only to see Rong Ruo holding the teacup in her hand, but she didn't drink it, between Xuan Yi's eyebrows, there was a touch of sorrow just a little more.

Shen Wan turned around and changed to Yuge and said, "Go and tell the cook that I want a good banquet here, and there are distinguished guests coming tonight." ”

Yuge agreed and hurriedly turned around, only took two steps, and was stopped by Shen Wan again: "By the way, dig out an altar of bamboo leaves that I buried under the pear tree in the back garden, and bring it to Wen Hao." Yuge agreed and hurried away.

Gu Zhenguan and the others didn't expect that Shen Wan's appearance seemed to be delicate and like a willow in the wind, but her temperament was so straightforward, Fang Cai's inhibitions were swept away, and they gradually started chatting.

Although Shen Wan is the graceful temperament of a Jiangnan woman, she is not pretentious, she is gentle and pure, and she just shows her innocent and natural personality, although in the face of Gu Zhenguan and Jiang Ximing, these elegant literati are not inferior and self-pitying because of the disparity in status, and they are even more generous in their gestures.

At that time, the wine and food had been placed properly, Shen Wan personally took the cup, poured a full cup of aged bamboo leaves, and the air condensed the aroma of wine.

After three glasses of wine, Jiang Ximing pointed to the "Pomegranate Picture" on the wall and asked: "I saw a word filled in by a girl in the bamboo house in Zhuyuan yesterday, and the handwriting seems to be the ink next to the painting. ”

Shen Wan glanced back at the painting on the wall, nodded lightly with a light smile and said, "It's a clumsy work." As he spoke, he drank the wine in his hand again.

The cheeks were already slightly red, as if they were in a slightly drunken state, and when he squinted his eyes, he muttered in his mouth: "It is difficult to stay in the Qinghuang to return to drive, floating zero pink and white fat red." Today is not as good as brocade. Painting Liang Shuangyan, should also hate to hurry. Late days screen people are quiet, and the iron martin in front of the eaves. The ruthless grass evokes sorrow, sings good sentences, and blames the rain and the wind. ”

Rong Ruo drank the wine in the glass, and his expression seemed to be savoring the words and phrases that entered his ears, and he unconsciously admired: "A masterpiece is like a beauty!" Words are fragrant, good words! ”

Shen Wan drooped and fell in her eyes like a deep pool, and the sorrow between the water eyelashes resurfaced, condensing in her eyebrows and raising a wave of resentment and resentment.

Jiang Ximing couldn't help but sigh, everyone knew that he was sighing for Shen Wan's talent and situation.

The rain outside the window gradually began to fall rapidly, and the crackling sound made on the window, and the wind gradually became more and more urgent, blowing like the coolness of the night in the house, perhaps the wine was sorrowful.

Shen Wan's face was rendered by the two red clouds that were rendered by wine, reflecting the paleness and helplessness in her heart, and she lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and she was angry......

"It's just that people are animals that know how to remember!" Shen Wan sighed as if she was in deep love, and said to herself: "Loneliness is because you have lost a lot of ...... It's just that...... A lot of things...... At that time, I knew that it was an ordinary ......" As he spoke, his water-cut autumn eyes were inlaid with red edges.

Rong Ruo knew that this was something that aroused her heart, but she didn't expect her to use her own tactful sentence to mend her embarrassing thoughts at this moment.

The red candle swayed, outlining Shen Wan's thin figure on the stone blue sand, and also casting her helplessness and helplessness in the face of such a situation.

Rong Ruo suddenly got up and was also in the palace, lonely and helpless, and the heartache in his heart instantly spurred into tactful words, and he recited in his mouth: "Where are the gold-clothed guests, perched in the green sky." There is a dream of surprise, and there is no plan to talk about the spring breeze. Insulting the swallows between the beams, who nests Inoue Tong. The empty general Yunlu wings, hating in the carving cage. ”

Zhu Zhuyuan clapped his hands in amazement and said: "Sure enough, it is caused by love, there is Jia Ye Tiancheng, Rong Ruo's one is extremely expressive." ”

Gu Zhenguan asked, "What's your name?" ”

Rong Ruo thought about the wine cup in his hand and said three words: "Yong Cage Ying".

Shen Wan knew that this poem was made in response to her feelings, so she hurriedly took out the pen and ink and the homemade pear flower note from it and put it on the small table next to her, and looked at Rong Ruoyu and said leisurely: "Can Lord Rong give this poem to Shen Wan?" ”

Rong Ruo didn't say a word when he heard the words, he picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and wrote the song "Song of the Cage Warbler" just now on the incense note, and Shen Wan attached herself and thanked her: "Lord Xie is not disgusted." ”

After taking the note, Shen Wan looked at the flying font on the note, thinking of this talented Langluo man, who wrote this poem with his own hand and gave it to her, a warmth suddenly rose in her heart, and she repeated it silently in her mouth a few times, got up and walked to the compartment in the inner room.

Several big men saw Shen Wan suddenly enter the inner room, looking at each other and didn't know what it meant, and after a while, the sound of playing the strings of the long guqin suddenly came from their ears, the music was soft and magnificent.

Accompanied by the curling rhyme, Shen Wan opened her mouth and sang the "Song of the Cage Warbler" just now, it turned out that it was only half a cup of tea, and she actually composed this song into the song This kind of talent, Rong Ruo and the others were surprised and shocked.

Rong Ruo and the others poured wine in the cup from the beginning, and appreciated the rhythm while drinking, Shen Wan's sound quality and piano skills are rare and wonderful, but the indifference and sadness in it and the loneliness that is thick into the bone marrow are like autumn fans, cold and deep, and inspiring people's hearts.

Rong Ruo drank the elixir in the cup cup after cup, Gu Zhenguan knew the bitterness in his heart, and originally wanted to persuade but thought about it, Rong Ruo rarely vented like this, why not let him be happy?

He heard that the "Cloud Road" in the song "Song of the Cage Warbler" just now was probably not an ordinary Zhu Ziqingyun, but unrestrained freedom, in terms of the gorgeous carved cage, which is more gorgeous than the one in the Forbidden City?

Gu Zhenguan also recalled the day of the tea fight, his tearful eyes rubbed his sleeves, that day was not an opportunity for him to ruthlessly break up the ears and temples of the two, it was really ...... Ay!

Gu Zhenguan sighed heavily and raised his glass to Rong Ruo: "It's okay to get drunk today, who knows how he will be sad in the future." Dry! ”

Rong Ruo was already drunk, raised his glass and touched it Gu Zhenguan's cup, "Bell!" With a bang, the wine in the cup, and the head was raised.

Zhu Zhuyuan only thought that Rong Ruo had lost his beloved wife, and he was aroused by sad thoughts, and he also drank with his head bored.

Jiang Ximing sat opposite and only held a cup, but did not drink, he looked at Gu Zhenguan and Rong Ruo, frowning thoughtfully.

Outsiders seem to occupy the wealth of the world, but in fact, in the heart, Qingling Ling is like the noble crystal snow in the mountains, and the clear Ling Ling is like the rootless flower, Jiang Ximing thought of this sentence, somehow, a sense of ominous rose in his heart.