Wanru listened to Tong Jiahui's words, and was very grateful on her face, but in fact she was worried in her heart, composing poetry? She doesn't even know how to limerick.

Returned to the South Three Institutes, when Yinzhen came back in the evening, Wanru told Yinzhen about it, Wanru didn't know the beginning and end of the Spring Festival, she just thought that the palace concubines wanted to enjoy the spring and see the flowers.

After hearing this, Yin Zhen nodded indifferently and said, "Then you can go, have fun, and stay in Nansansuo all day long." Yinzhen sat on the warm couch and read a book, with a soft brocade quilt behind him. Recently, as the longer the errand has been, the more people and things he comes into contact with, the more confused he has about books, there are too many differences between reality and books, Yinzhen is immersed in his own thinking, and he is casually perfunctory to Wanru's words.

Wanru took off her shoes and went to the couch, leaned beside Yinzhen, stretched out her hand to hug Yinzhen's arm, and said, "Master, the point I said is not to go, but that I may have to compose a poem on the spot at that time." Wanru emphasized word by word that she really didn't want to take the poems of later generations as her own, and she didn't want to plagiarize.

Well, in fact, she doesn't know what poems describe spring or spring flowers and plants in later generations, has she ever read Dream of Red Mansions, she really can't remember it, and she doesn't want to leave a talented impression on others, she is just an ordinary person, and everything is half-hearted.

When Yinzhen heard the words composing poetry, he raised his head from the book, "Compose poetry?" What composes poetry? ”

Wanru pouted and said this matter again, and then looked at Yinzhen with a look of embarrassment on her face and said, "Master, what should I do then?" I've never written poetry before. ”

"Can't compose poetry? Never wrote poetry? Yin Zhen smiled, "The twenty-sixth year, when the master was ninth birthday." Who wrote a love poem to Ye? Yin Zhen said and ripped off Wanru's face.

Wanru heard this, her face turned red, and she leaned her face on Yinzhen's back to prevent Yinzhen from seeing her blushing. After many years, now that I think about it, she really was at that time. I really don't know what shyness is.

Wanru's cute appearance made Yinzhen feel happy, he put down the book in his hand, and then hugged Wanru on his lap, Wanru straddled Yinzhen, hugged Yinzhen's neck with both hands, and buried her face in Yinzhen's neck, she had been many years later. Only then did I know that I was shy.

Yin Zhen patted Wanru's back and said funny, "You know how to be shy now, and I didn't see you blush when I gave it to my grandfather." ”

Wanru didn't look up. At that time, she was young, and Yinzhen was not very sensible, so she could be unscrupulous. But now, both of them have grown up, and when they mentioned this matter again, Wanru blushed or blushed, and Yinzhen as an adult, Wanru was like a girl with a blooming heart to him, blushing and shy at every turn.

"It turns out that you told your master at that time that you will accompany you until you are old, Ru'er, it is not good for you. I shouldn't distrust you" Yinzhen remembered the poem Wanru wrote to himself when he was eight years old, he looked down on it at the time, and now it seems that it is even more incomprehensible, but he wrote Wanru's heart to him: Hold the hand of the son together, and grow old with the son forever.

"I don't blame you. As long as you treat me better in the future. Wanru's muffled voice came, interrupting Yinzhen's thoughts. Yin Zhen opened his mouth and said, "Master will be good to you in the future, Ru'er." Yin Zhen patted Wanru's back and said softly.

The two of them hugged like this for a while, Wanru's face finally stopped red, Wanru raised her head, and said to Yinzhen with a sad face, "Master, you haven't said it yet, what should I do then?" I've grown up so big, I've never written any poems other than the love poem I wrote for you, and you know very well my level. ”

Speaking of Wanru's level, Yinzhen was a little confused, Wanru no matter what she learned, she learned very quickly, which surprised him, but when Wanru's level reached a certain level, it stagnated, no matter how he taught, Wanru's level did not improve at all.

Yinzhen also asked Wanru, every time Wanru was fooled, and over time, Yinzhen became accustomed to it.

Seeing Wanru distressed, Yin Zhen comforted, "It's okay, if you can't do it, you can't do it, anyway, the master won't dislike you because of this." ”

"That's not good, I'm Sifujin, my level also represents your level to a certain extent, my face is your face, when there are so many people, if I can't do it, how embarrassed I am, although I am thick-skinned on weekdays, but it is in front of you, in front of others, I still pay attention to face, no matter how I say that I am still a woman, my skin is still very thin."

After saying this, Wanru muttered in a low voice, "Besides, there will be many show girls at that time, and there must be more beautiful girls than flowers, as a woman, I also have jealousy, I am not as good-looking as them, of course I want to suppress them in other aspects." "Even if Wanru doesn't want to leave others with a reputation as a talented woman, but when the time comes, it will be all women, and there may be women who covet Yinzhen. Although she is not a good girl, she is okay in other aspects, she wants to prove to everyone that she is very good, and she is worthy of Yinzhen.

"You don't need to compete with anyone, even if other show girls are better than you? You are Sifujin, the wife of the lord, and no one dares to underestimate you. ”

"That's different, I want to overwhelm others with my own strength, not status."

"So what do you say?" Wanru is so stubborn, there must be her way, he can't help it.

"Uh......" When the matter came to an end, Wanru couldn't open her mouth a little.

"Say what you have in mind." Yinzhen was fully prepared.

Seeing this, Wanru said, "I thought, I thought that you should write a poem first, and I will memorize it, and then I will treat it as if I wrote it myself." Wanru's hands were lowered from Yinzhen's neck, and at this time, she didn't dare to look up at Yinzhen with her fingers.

Yin Zhen listened to Wanru's words, and his head was full of black lines: "Didn't you just say that you want to overwhelm others with your own strength?" "The swear that Wanru said just now is very backbone, Yinzhen thought she had any good ideas, but the result was that he wanted him to write it out first, and when she recited it, Yinzhen couldn't cry or laugh.

"Isn't your strength mine? We are husband and wife, husband and wife are one, your strength represents my strength" Wanru continued to finger at each other.

"No," Yinzhen bluntly refused.

"Why?" Wanru didn't have the right fingers now, and her hands were wrapped around Yinzhen's neck again.

"You're deceiving others, and it's not a big deal, so why deceive others? What's more, you are still deceiving the mothers and queen mothers of various palaces. Yin Zhen shook his head, he disagreed.

"But if you don't say this, I don't say it, who knows who wrote the poem? Besides, since it's not a big deal, then you agree with me. Wanru shook her body and was coquettish.

"Then if you leave an impression that you can compose poems to the ladies of the palaces, and the ladies want you to compose a poem temporarily in the future, what will you do?"

"To tell the truth, the ladies of the palaces, the sinology is not as good as mine, they are not interested in poetry, nothing to do, who will let me write poetry?" Wanru said so, but she was already a little timid in her heart, not afraid of 10,000, just in case, this method has too many troubles.

"Otherwise," Wanru thought about it and said, "Master, you write one poem, and you write two poems, in this case, you can write a few more songs, and I will memorize them all, just in case, okay?" ”

"It's just you." Yin Zhen patted Wanru's head.

"Oh, master, now is now, the future is later, the future will be talked about later, you can let me get through this difficult time now." Wanru continued to be coquettish.

Yin Zhen couldn't, so he had to promise, "Okay, don't shake it, my lord will write it to you." Yin Zhen said, holding Wanru's face with both hands and kissing it fiercely.

Wanru smiled happily, "Master, you are so good, then write now." Wanru said that she was going to stay.

"Now?" Yin Zhen looked at Wanru dissatisfied, she was about to go to bed, what kind of poem did she write.

"Uh. It's a little late now, but you wrote it early, so I can memorize it early" Wanru said and went to pull Yinzhen, while pulling the inside of her mouth and coquettish, Yinzhen couldn't resist, so she had to put on shoes again, and the two of them went to the study again at night.

Fortunately, the weather is not very cold at this time, the study can still sit, Wanru grinds ink for Yinzhen, Yinzhen thinks about it slightly, and then with a big stroke of the pen, a few brushstrokes, a poem comes out, Wanru takes it out and looks at it carefully.

"Reading in the Spring Garden"

A piece of Fangfei is in the east of the garden, and the day is long and the people are located in the flower wind.

The thin grass invades the green steps, and the peach is bright and red.

The spring provoking bees peeps at a few seats, and the thick smoke and dancing butterflies are beside the curtains.

Shaoguang's veins are like the sea, and the irony is endless.

Wanru looked at the "Spring Garden Reading" in front of her, and felt a little emotional for a while. As a member of the Fourth Master's Party, she naturally knew that this poem was written by the Fourth Master in Prince Yong's Mansion before he ascended the throne, and this is a poem in the "Yongdi Collection".

Wanru didn't expect that now, this poem was written by Yinzhen for her. Wanru raised her head, hiding the complicated emotions in her eyes, she smiled and said, "Very good poem, master, you can write another one." ”

Yin Zhen glanced at her, "Writing poetry is to pay attention to mood and artistic conception, now in the middle of the night, how can you be in the mood to write any poems." But after all, Yinzhen still bowed his head and wrote another song.

"Occasional Flowers"

Persuade the wine to drink poetry and flowers, and have to scrutinize the sentence before the flower,

Who is a friend of the nine-fold three halls, and the bright moon and breeze are the deed.

After all, it's better to drink and enjoy the flowers at that time, or to the point.

Wanru picked it up again and looked at it, it was "Occasional Flowers", a well-known poem by Yinzhen, which also pointed out Yinzhen's arrogant temperament.

Wanru held Yinzhen's hand, looked up and said with a smile, "Master, I am your childhood sweetheart, your confidant, and your friend, with me, you will never feel lonely." ”

Yin Zhen coughed uncomfortably, and said, "Just your noisy person, let the master come to the study at night to write you some poems, and the master will not be lonely." The words were said so, but Yinzhen clenched Wanru's little hand.

Wanru looked at Yinzhen and smiled, and at the end of the laugh, Yinzhen couldn't help laughing, everything was silent. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )