Turning his head, Zhu Zixin instructed the little maid: "Go, take that maid here."

The little guy answered and hurried out.

Zhu Zixin hurriedly beckoned Li Feng to drink tea and eat snacks, and then talked about his parents.

At this time, in the Tongxiang Courtyard in the backyard, Xianglan was kneeling on the ground in front of the beauty's couch.

There was a woman who was as delicate as Sister Lin's sister on the beauty couch, leaning lazily, and asked softly with displeasure in her eyes, "So, it's still my fault?" ”

This person is Zhu Zixin's sister, Zhu Zitong.

Xiang Lanma shook his head and said: "Miss, no, it's the slave maid who is not doing well, I thought that he was a broken household, and he would leave today after taking the silver, who would have thought that he would hold on to this matter; A big man doesn't have this kind of open-mindedness, and it's not a good one, I knew that even if I was beaten by my wife, I wouldn't do it. ”

Another steady maid said: "Miss, can Xianglan's punishment be let go first, I listen to the meaning of those words, that person should have seen that Xianglan was intentional...... if he catches it, it will be Miss who will suffer at that time." ”

Zhu Zitong sighed and said, "Xiangning, help me change my clothes." With that, she put down the book in her hand and got up and walked to the dresser.

Xiang Ning glanced at Xiang Lan, who was kneeling on the ground, and whispered: "What are you doing stupidly kneeling, go and help Miss get clothes." ”

Xianglan glanced at Zhu Zitong and saw that she didn't object, so she showed a smile and got up.

Xiang Ning hurriedly helped Zhu Zitong recomb her hair; Because in his own house, Zhu Zitong only used a wooden hairpin to coil his hair at will, and now that he wants to go out, such a dress is inappropriate.

Xiang Ning picked up a white magnolia hairpin and handed it to Zhu Zitong, Zhu Zitong shook his head and said, "This is too heavy, let's use that butterfly to dot the emerald hollow hairpin." ”

On weekdays, Zhu Zitong doesn't like to insert so many ornaments in his hair, he feels that it is too heavy and his neck hurts; This is also the reason why she uses wooden hairpins more in private.

Xiang Ning's hand was very skillful, and after more than ten breaths, she combed a hanging bun, and the butterfly trembled as Zhu Zitong got up and changed her clothes.

Xiang Ning looked at the young lady who was wearing a coupling-colored high-waisted Confucian skirt, with a crescent moon white and an embroidered lilac blouse, and couldn't help but say: "Miss, now that your body is so delicate, you should really dress up like this every day." ”

Zhu Zitong smiled: "I don't know why, now I don't have the mind to dress up every day." ”

Xiang Ning sighed, and as soon as she opened her mouth, Zhu Zitong interrupted her words with disgust.

"I know what you're going to say, but this body is mine, if it's uncomfortable, I don't know, don't worry about it like your mother."

After speaking, Zhu Zitong turned his head and glared at Xianglan and said, "Wait until you go to the front yard, you apologize to that son, don't think that I will protect you." The words are ruthless, but the tone is unintentional contempt.

She saw that Xiang Ning nodded yes hurriedly, so she said, "Let's go." Then Shi Shiran walked outside.

Xiang Ning noticed that Xiang Lan's mouth pouted imperceptibly, and the other party would definitely be disapproving, and suddenly her eyes darkened, and she felt that Xiang Lan was becoming more and more unshaped.

But Xiang Ning thought that she and Xiang Lan were bought into the mansion together, and decided to look at the love over the years and find a chance to talk to her.

In this way, as soon as the little servant Li Ming was halfway away, he met the three masters and servants of Zhu Zitong who came over, and he was busy asking for peace.

After Zhu Zitong received a salute, he asked, "But the eldest brother asked you to come?" ”

The little guy nodded a little embarrassedly and replied, "Yes." ”

Zhu Zitong smiled and said softly, "Then let's go." After speaking, the pace of his feet sped up a little.

When they came to the door of Zhu Zixin's study, they heard a shout: "Good poetry!" ”

So she was stunned, this is the voice of the eldest brother Zhu Zixin, what kind of poem makes the eldest brother lose his temper, so she raised her hand to push the door and said: "Brother, what kind of poem, let me see!" ”

Zhu Zitong is a talented woman who reads poetry and books, and she usually keeps books in her hand when she has nothing to do, and uses reading books to pass the time; He is also interested in the emerging style of poetry.

When Zhu Zixin saw his sister coming, he glanced at Li Feng first, and saw that she was just smiling indifferently, so he beckoned to Zhu Zitong and signaled to him, and after introducing Li Feng and Zhu Zitong to each other, he said:

"Didn't I paint a few lotus flowers before, but I haven't written a satisfactory poem, so I talked to Li Feng about it, so I asked him for a poem......

While speaking, Zhu Zitong had already lowered his head to look at the poem, and read it softly: "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine." The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and there were already dragonflies standing on their heads. ”

After reading it, Zhu Zitong's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look at Li Feng and said: "Childe's poem is really wonderful, it is in response to the big brother's little lotus by the pool." ”

Then he turned his head to look at Zhu Zixin and urged: "Big brother, you quickly draw a dragonfly...... I think that the little lotus has only shown its sharp corners, and it is too beautiful when there is an artistic conception of a dragonfly standing on its head. ”

Zhu Zixin said with a smile: "Being a brother also has this intention. As he spoke, he added a dragonfly to his drawing.

After finishing the painting, while putting down the pen, he hurriedly asked Li Fengdao: "Brother Feng, what do you think?" ”

Li Feng nodded and said, "Brother Zhu's wonderful pen!" ”

Zhu Lixin laughed and said: "I used to think that this painting was good, but now it seems that it is a little less smart; Brother Feng's mind is really wonderful! Dotted my paintings with poems. ”

Li Feng hurriedly said: "Brother Zhu thinks too much, when I see this painting, I just think of the small pond lotus I have seen." ”

Zhu Zixin glanced at Li Feng meaningfully, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Jiang Jun said even more teasingly: "Okay, don't be modest, it's so hard that you don't know that modesty has become hypocrisy?" ”

Although Zhu Zitong didn't say anything, he nodded with a smile, seemingly agreeing with Jiang Jun's words very much, and felt that Li Feng was modest.

Seeing that Li Long was even more honored, Li Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

It's not because I'm too familiar with this poem, as soon as I saw this pond lotus, Yang Wanli's poem jumped out of my mind.

Fortunately, there is no Song Dynasty in this space, and the style of poetry has just prevailed, and no one has found out about plagiarism.

However, Li Feng didn't want to continue the topic, so he looked at Xianglan.

After Xianglan entered the house, she stood with her eyes down, and when she felt Li Feng's gaze, she glanced up, gave Li Feng a warning look, and then lowered her head again.

Li Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the smile on his face disappeared, what does this mean? Are you warning yourself not to talk nonsense? (To be continued)