Like Chinese reading comprehension, Ye Chuijin explained in detail what kind of techniques are used in this poem and what kind of thoughts and feelings are expressed.

Zhan Mijiang only looked at her with a pair of eyes, in fact, he could still hear what she was saying, and he could only nod with a smile.

After she finished explaining, Zhan Mijiang finally figured out a little question from what little reason he had left: "This poem expresses homesickness?" ”

"Hmm."

Zhan Mijiang's voice was half a minute lower: "Where is Madame's hometown?" ”

Hearing this, the little fairy looked at him inexplicably.

Who doesn't know that the Rao family is a family in the capital, but at this time, Zhan Mijiang asked such a question, what does this mean?

Although she thought so, she replied, "It's Kyoto." ”

Zhan Mijiang continued to look at her with a smile, wanting to wait for her to ask rhetorically, "Where is the hometown of the prince?" ”

As long as she asks, Zhan Mijiang will immediately answer: In your heart.

But after answering his question, the little fairy continued to turn her head to look at the poem in front of her.

Zhan Mijiang waited for a while, and found that she didn't mean to ask at all.

His Royal Highness Xunwang, who was unwilling to be lonely, had no choice but to speak: "My hometown is not in the capital." ”

Hearing him say this, the little fairy looked at him and seemed to wait for him to continue.

Zhan Mijiang also looked at her, waiting for her to ask.

After a while, the little fairy looked at his expression: "...... Oh. ”

You know, your hometown is not in the capital.

After answering this, she continued to look at the board.

Zhan Mijiang froze on the spot.

The two of them walked around the garden in a strange atmosphere, and it was a little late.

There was a restaurant behind Qimengyuan, and the two went to the restaurant for a meal and returned to Qimengyuan.

In the evening, the talents competed in the poetry meeting.

Martial artists compete in martial arts, and talents compete in talent.

Compared with the bold sword light and sword shadow, the competition of the poetry club looks more elegant, and there seems to be no gunsmoke, but the meaning of the inner competition is by no means easier than that of the swordsmen.

After seeing a hearty poetry competition, the two finally walked out of Qimengyuan with the crowd.

It was already the willow tops of the moon, and after waiting for the carriage, her cheeks were still slightly red, and her eyes were shining, as if there were little stars hidden in them.

Zhan Mijiang sat silently on the side.

When she arrived at the mansion, she bowed and wanted to go back to her room, but Zhan Mijiang jerked her against the wall, and gently protected her head with her right hand.

The woman in the elegant blue robe opened her eyes wide, and she didn't know how to react for a moment.

Zhan Mijiang's voice was low: "Aren't you curious about where my hometown is?" ”

The woman originally thought that he was going to say something, but she didn't expect it to be such a heartless sentence.

She opened her mouth.

Zhan Mijiang looked at her and smiled: "My hometown is in your heart." ”

Others are homesick, I miss you.

The love words that had been held back for so long finally came out, and he let go of the hand that imprisoned her and gave up his position: "It's not early, let's rest early." ”

The little fairy who was inexplicably knocked on the wall looked at him with blank eyes, and then hesitated, and returned to his room step by step.

Zhan Mijiang whistled in a very good mood and went back to the study.

The next day, Zhan Mijiang, who couldn't hold back his romantic pursuit of his wife, got up early in the morning, cooked himself, and wanted to make her breakfast.