Mu Qianmei said this half-truthfully, Zhuang Shujun was embarrassed to argue again, so he had to say to Du Jiuniang helplessly:

"Okay, I'll give it to you, what's up with you!"

Du Jiuniang said in a sad tone at this time:

"Hey, forget it, look at your reluctance, you can send it if you want to, and you don't have to send it if you don't want to send it, otherwise, you can write a few words casually every day and perfunctory my words, it's better not to!"

Zhuang Shujun immediately changed to a smiling face and said:

"I am willing, willingly writing to you, you can rest assured, I will promise to write seriously every day!"

This is like flirting and scolding, the more you say it, the more natural it becomes, and the distance is suddenly shortened a lot, seeing Zhuang Shujun's assurance, Du Jiuniang said with satisfaction:

"It's pretty much the same, since you agreed, let's start today and write now!"

Saren also joined in the excitement and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, just write now, you promised me first, naturally you will write mine first, and I also want to see for myself how your words are written!"

Zhuang Shujun shook his head and said:

"No, no, no, writing also needs to brew emotions, it should be in a quiet environment, the words that are written are good, and now I can't calm down, how can I write good words? Don't worry, I'll write it tonight, and I'll send someone to send it to you tomorrow, how about it? ”

Saren immediately objected:

"I don't want you to write it at night, I want you to write it now, I look at it, what's the mood now, let's come to your house, aren't you in a good mood enough? I see you're in a good mood today, you're in a good mood, shouldn't the words you write better? ”

Du Jiuniang also echoed and said:

"Yes, since words are born from the heart, and different words can be written in different moods, I also want to see what kind of words you can write now?"

Zhuang Shujun looked at Mu Qianmei with a wry smile, hoping that she could relieve herself, but unfortunately, how could Mu Qianmei come to relieve him now, such an atmosphere was deliberately created by her, what is the meaning of solving the siege? A few people chatted dryly about some serious topics and said kind words to each other, how embarrassing!

Therefore, Mu Qianmei immediately smiled and said:

"Brother Zhuang has always been a happy person, riding horses and rivers and lakes, happy life, why is it so twisted and pinched today, unlike the usual you!"

After saying a few words, Zhuang Shujun had no way to retreat, so he had to wave his hand and say to the maid outside:

"Xin'er, Ling'er, pen and ink waiting!"

When he waved his hand and spoke, he was chic and atmospheric, but there was a bit of a taste of pointing out the country, and all the women looked at it with a smile.

As soon as the words were finished, there were two slim girls with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the two looked fourteen or fifteen years old, although they were wearing the dress of a maid, but they had a bit of a lady's general temperament, walking lightly, graceful, probably because of the frequent dealings with pen and ink, and some of the little talented women who have poetry and books.

The two maids walked to the table in the hall, skillfully set up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then Xin'er began to grind, while Ling'er stood upright on the edge of the table, waiting for Zhuang Shujun's orders at any time.

Several people also came over with smiles on their faces, wanting to witness Zhuang Shujun's splashing of ink on the scene.

When Xin'er finished studying the ink, Zhuang Shujun also had a manuscript, he picked up the brush, and did not sit still, but stood on the table

On the side, after looking at the flat paper on the table for a while, he was probably thinking about how to lay it out, and at this time, he was like a real "scholar in white", exuding a strong bookish vitality, his eyes were clear and bright, and he released a confident light.

After thinking about it for a long time, he held the pen in his right hand, dipped it in ink, and then calmly put the pen on the paper.

He was calm and calm, but in a moment, he wrote a short poem on a blank piece of paper

"The blue sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is bewitching. The boundless green and green are herded by sheep, and a horse flies and sings drunk and blue night. ”

It is still written in cursive font, the penmanship is smooth, the layout is staggered, and there is a bit of joy and wildness.

At the check-in place was written "Zhuang Shujunshu, for Princess Mengle", and then the date of the day was written.

This poem is a poem describing the scenery of the prairie in Mu Qianmei's "Lingyin Poetry Collection", the author is unknown, Zhuang Shujun knew that Saren was from the prairie, so he wrote this poem to her, which can be regarded as a slight relief from homesickness.

Saren said happily:

"It's so beautifully written, I like it very much, thank you, Brother Zhuang!"

As soon as she was excited, she directly changed her name to Brother Zhuang instead of Mrs. Zhuang, Mu Qianmei called it like this, and it was understandable that she would call her like this.

Seeing her so happy, Zhuang Shujun said with a smile:

"The little princess likes it, this is a small poem describing the prairie on the "Lingyin Poetry Collection", I can be regarded as borrowing flowers to offer Buddha!"

Saren immediately turned his head and asked Mu Qianmei:

"Sister, what does this poem mean? I can only tell that it is written about our prairie, but I still don't understand the specific meaning! ”

Mu Qianmei explained with a smile:

"In fact, this is a poem describing the scenery of the prairie, and when the poem is read, there is a picture of the prairie in my mind."

"The previous sentence 'The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is bewitching.' It means that at a glance the sky is vast, the rising sun has gradually risen, and the continuous small mountains are like a jade dragon circling and twisting, so natural, delicate and charming. ”

"The latter sentence is 'boundless green and green with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.'" It means that the endless green grassland, where the shepherds and the sheep are so slight, are willing to ride a flying horse in the evening and gallop and sing in the blue heaven and earth. ”

Saren immediately said excitedly:

"This is what I used to see every day, what a life I experienced every day! It's so well written,"

Seeing that Saren was in such a good mood, Zhuang Shujun was also very pleased, and he immediately instructed the little maid:

"Ling'er, put the words aside to dry for a while, and then give them to Princess Mengle after they are ready."

Ling'er immediately carefully took it to the side and put it flat.

After putting it away, he laid out a blank piece of rice paper for Zhuang Shujun on the table, waiting for him to continue writing.

Zhuang Shujun did not start writing immediately, but carefully put the brush away, and thought about it for a while, at this time, Du Jiuniang said:

"Zhuang Gongzi, why don't you write a picture for the girl first?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the eyes of the faint who had been standing quietly beside her showed a grateful look, and she also looked at Zhuang Shujun with anticipation.

As soon as Zhuang Shujun saw her expectant eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse, and immediately agreed:

"Okay, then write one for the girl, I'll think about what to write first!"

Talking and contemplating

After a while, I slowly picked up the pen and began to write again.

This time, the line of writing is not very fast, there is a soothing and leisurely feeling, although it is also a line of grass, but it is closer to the line of books, and it is also a four-line poem

"The green sleeves are leaning against the building in the cold and twilight, and the mountains and rivers are long. Where is the jade empty, the moon falls on the Cangjiang River. ”

The inscription is "Zhuang Shujunshu, a quiet girl." ”

This is also a poem in the "Lingyin Poetry Collection", the quiet girl has read this poem, it is indeed her favorite type, and immediately thanked Zhuang Shujun:

"Thank you Zhuang Gongzi for your words, you like it very much!"

Zhuang Shujun replied with a gentle smile:

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like me."

Seeing these two songs, Du Jiuniang looked forward to it even more, what would he write for himself?

Zhuang Shujun was also thinking about it, when Ling'er took the writing to the side to dry, and changed a blank piece of paper to the table, he finally remembered a poem, which was very suitable for his feelings for Du Jiuniang, so he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

It is still a poem in the "Lingyin Poetry Collection", called "Qingyu Case. Yuan Xi

"The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, the stars are like rain, and the BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

This time, he wrote the whole poem, and he wrote it very affectionately, especially the last sentence: "The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim." It is almost a confession, which can be regarded as expressing his affection to Du Jiuniang.

Saren immediately said loudly:

"Brother Zhuang is really eccentric, he wrote such a long letter to Jiuniang, and we only have four sentences!"

However, she didn't wait for Zhuang Shujun to speak, so she asked Mu Qianmei:

"Sister, sister, what does this poem mean?"

It seems that this complaint is just a casual remark, and she doesn't really care, after all, Du Jiuniang is more special, and she also knows it, and it is precisely because of this that she especially wants to know what this poem means, is it related to love?

Mu Qianmei replied with a smile:

"Hehe, it's almost the same as you think, that's what it means, and that's how the whole poem explains

At night, the lanterns of a city seem to be the flowers blown by the spring breeze and hung with thousands of trees, and the fireworks are like 10,000 meteors blown down, driving the BMW to pull the gorgeous carriage, and the fragrant breeze is floating all the way.

The music played by the phoenix flute fluttered, and the flowing moonlight intertwined with each other in the crowd.

The lights of the jade pot are circulating, and the fish and dragon lanterns are flying one after another.

The beauties wore bright ornaments on their heads, some were full of moths, some were wearing snow willows, and some were floating with golden silk wisps, and they passed in front of people with a smile and a faint fragrance.

I have searched for her a thousand times in Zhongfang, but I have not found her; Suddenly, when I looked back, the man was standing alone, with the lights sparsely dim. ”

Saren exclaimed:

"Wow, so beautiful, the woman standing alone in the lamplight is our beautiful Du Jiuniang!"

Mu Qianmei smiled and said:

"It seems that my sister doesn't really understand, yes, that's the point!"