The guest room seat mentioned by Mr. Wang is actually Wang Qiongying's special room in Siyizhai.

Every time she goes to Siyizhai to find a new book, she inevitably has to stay for a while, as the daughter of the Wang family, it is naturally impossible to mingle outside with those poor scholars, squeezing out stinky sweat and squeezing out heat waves.

The private room is located in one of the most secluded and spacious areas in the backyard, with a unique construction and elegant décor.

From the hard bench on the outside to the chair on the inside, and then to the soft collapse of Wang Qiongying's special room, the specifications and treatment are progressive.

Even the tea has been replaced, the tea set is a precious and transparent glass cup, the tea is the best Maoshan small finch tongue, the tea that is like a landscape map is sent up, and it has not been drunk yet, it has been full of aroma and penetrating people's hearts.

Last time, Nie Xiaoqian stayed here once, but she didn't have any special feelings.

may be because of the old face, after the old master Wang invited Nie Xiaoqian to take a seat, he just held the couplet and pretended to study the taste carefully outside, and let Wang Xun run errands and wait.

Wang Xun has been serving guests and serving the old master Wang in Siyizhai all these years, and he is used to serving the old master, and there is nothing, but when he came down from the errand, he was puzzled, and he wanted to ask the old master Wang: "To Miss Nie, why is the master so condescending?" ”

However, he was a young man after all, and he didn't dare to ask in person, so he only discussed it secretly.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded in front of the store.

Wang Xun heard that he saw it, and without saying a word, he hurriedly rushed over and took the reins.

Wang Qiongying got off the horse, and the wind generally entered the store, leaving a burst of shocking aroma, which made Wang Xun a little dizzy.

In the store, Mr. Wang, who was sitting reading the couplet, heard such a big movement from Wang Qiongying, and his eyelids raised slightly.

He knew in his heart that it was Wang Xun who found someone to inform the Wang family's mansion, and Wang Qiongying knew that her sister Xiaoqian had arrived in Siyizhai, and she couldn't even wait to walk over, so she hurried over on the eighth young master's horse.

"Nine girls."

The tiger will not fall, the reader naturally has to maintain the character of the reader, although the old master Wang has repeatedly failed, but the wind and bones are especially ancient, so he did not step forward in a low voice, but said three words, which can be regarded as a greeting.

After all, it's the owner's eldest lady, and it's too rude to see it and treat it as if she didn't see it.

"Master."

Wang Qiongying also knows the temperament of Old Master Wang, to put it mildly, that is, the stones in the pit are smelly and hard.

The last book.,Because it cost a lot of money.,I don't know how long it took to be in my arms.,It wasn't until it was sold later.,I showed a little bit of a good face.。

But this old master Wang is also an old man in the Wang family, and his qualifications are so high that he even has to greet his father when he sees him, so she has to endure her impatience and scream.

"What about Sister Nie, didn't you come to the shop?" Wang Qiongying glanced around the store and didn't see Nie Xiaoqian.

"In the back." Old Master Wang pointed to the door leading to the backyard.

Wang Qiongying nodded, before she came, she was a little worried that her master would leave Nie Xiaoqian cold outside and blown by the cold wind because she didn't like Nie Xiaoqian.

"Hmph, old Dongba, this time it is a long look, I know that Sister Xiaoqian is a talented and strange woman."

She snorted inwardly, and walked to the backyard with light, small steps.

Crossing the threshold, I saw that there was a bright light in the guest room, the door was also hidden, and a faint incense passed in front of my nose.

Wang Qiongying also somehow saw that this little sister was different from others, and they only met last time, but after talking about the ancient rhyme and poetry for a while, they felt that the discussion was compatible and the affection was like-minded, as if it was a familiarity brought by the previous life, and they were commensurate with each other.

Thinking that she finally had a companion who she could get close to and talk to, but she hadn't seen each other for a long time, she missed it every day, and she forgot to ask where she lived, and she couldn't see her if she wanted to.

So before the person entered, the voice went in first: "My sister is so ruthless, I haven't walked around my sister for a month, so my sister misses it so much." ”

Nie Xiaoqian, who was continuing to ponder the unknown particles that could not be seen or touched, but were very beneficial to the yin soul, listened to the voice, and then saw Wang Qiongying coming with a light anger.

Nie Xiaoqian had to laugh before saying a word, and raised her hand to surrender: "It's my sister's, isn't it, I'll accompany my sister here." ”

The explanation is a cover-up, she simply didn't explain, and simply apologized neatly.

No, she apologized softly, and Wang Qiongying couldn't be angry anymore.

Wang Qiongying asked about Nie Xiaoqian's recent situation, said something considerate, and then remembered the old master Wang's former contiguity, and asked Nie Xiaoqian curiously, wanting to know what Nie Xiaoqian had done, so that the stubborn old winter baking of Old Master Wang could go down.

Nie Xiaoqian immediately said about writing couplets.

After all, Wang Qiongying was young and couldn't understand the truth of that couplet as deeply as Old Master Wang, but Sister Nie Xiaoqian, as a younger sister, her sister can have such a great talent, so she naturally snorted a few times, and said with Rong Youyan: "For those old stubbornness, it is necessary to use real talents to learn and teach them a good lesson, so that they can be honest." ”

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but smile, Wang Qiongying was commanding, and the eldest lady was full of temper, and she often revealed the lively and naughty side of the girl in front of her.

Wang Qiongying teased Old Master Wang, and in a blink of an eye, her eyes fell on Nie Xiaoqian's bamboo basket.

Nie Xiaoqian noticed the hot gaze in her eyes, and immediately smiled: "It seems that Qiongying's words that Sister Qiongying misses her sister are false, and the manuscript in her sister's hand is true." ”

"Wang Qiongying thinks about her sister day and night, and by the way, she thinks about the book written by her sister." Wang Qiongying replied with a sly smile, and over there, her hand reached into the bamboo basket.

The novel written by Nie Xiaoqian took more time, so Wang Qiongying took out a stack of manuscripts that were much thicker than "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Sedan Chair". And in the first one, there are only two big characters of "Liang Zhu".

"Liang Zhu in my sister's book, but the story of the righteous woman's mound, the story of the ground cracking, entering the grave, and turning into a butterfly?"

Wang Qiongying is a person who likes to read novels and listen to stories, Liang Zhu is a folk legend that has been circulated for thousands of years, although it is not a household name, but many people know it, and as early as before the Ming Dynasty, there was a drama of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, called "Zhu Yingtai Died and Married Liang Shanbo".

As soon as she saw the word "Liang Zhu", it was easy to think of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.

"Yes." Nie Xiaoqian nodded and replied.

She once again started from the word love and continued to compose poignant and beautiful love songs.

The last part of "The Wrong Sedan to Marry the Right Lang" was a pioneering, and this time "Liang Zhu" is a consolidation, and the road is absolutely clear.

"Zhu Yingtai Dies, Marries Liang Shanbo" is also in her memory, but this drama, the plot is relatively simple and loose, and it is similar to the current words and novels, and it has great limitations of the times.

Therefore, Nie Xiaoqian, who has countless versions of the stories of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in her head, has full confidence in bringing forth the new, reinterpreting it, and perfunctory to create a more plump and moving legend of Liang Zhu.

The Hong Kong and Taiwan version, before Liang Zhu's tragedy, the spoof component was too heavy, biased towards light comedy, and the model was too advanced, although there was merit, but I am afraid it was difficult to be accepted by the "ancients" of this era, so Nie Xiaoqian did not extract too much from it, and the one she took the most was the He Dong TV drama version.

This version of the old bottle of new wine, in modern language, is both traditional and advanced.

Yingtai has ambitions to study, and women disguise themselves as men to enter the academy.

The love of classmates for three years is like the sea, and it is difficult for the mountain to give up and wish Yingtai.

A song that turns into a butterfly tells about the death, and the poignant and graceful song becomes a swan song.

The capital is life and death, this is Liang Zhu's love.

Wang Qiongying read the manuscript and saw the poem with a sense of spoiler in the head, and did not complain, because this is a well-known tragedy.

In this "Liang Zhu" written by Nie Xiaoqian, most of the first half is fresh and elegant, and only later will there be poignant euphemisms. Of course, even if it is fresh and elegant, there is a thunder and ups and downs in the silent place, which is interesting.

The poignant euphemism, Liang Shanbo's affection, and Zhu Yingtai's steadfastness are naturally moving, making this eternal love story both otherworldly and convincing.