"Qingqingjin, my heart. Even if I don't go, I'd rather not make a sound!

Qingqingpei, I think. Even if I don't go, I'd rather not come!

Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like the moon!"

Su Weiwei's guqin in her hand made a tinkling and tactful sound, she sang with the voice of the heavenly sound, the surrounding palace maids were stupid, Princess Mingyue was no better, looking at Su Weiwei, there was a strong sense of appreciation in her eyes, and she gradually fell into the world of this complaining woman.

I can't forget your blue collar, so clean and tidy, it tugs at my heart, since the last time I parted, your appearance and clothes I still remember, but why haven't I heard from you until now?

I can't help but think about you, if you don't come, I can't go to you, I climb the high tower every day to look into the distance, hoping to see your figure, I can't see you for a day, as if it's been a month for so long, this is so torment for me!

At this moment, in the melodious sound of the piano, in the natural singing, Su Weiwei is the little woman who is sad and anxious, her unforgettable thoughts about her sweetheart touched everyone, making people change color, move, sigh, and cry for this relationship!

"Weiwei, you sing really well, Qingqingjin, you have a good heart, just a few words, but you say the deep love that is difficult for people in the world to describe. After affirming its achievements, Princess Mingyue asked suspiciously, "It's just this poem, why have I never heard of it?"

Su Weiwei stood up, looked at Meng Tian, who was sitting not far away, lowered her head and said with a light smile: "Your Highness." It's all thanks to Miss Nine!"

Meng Tian was proud. Raising his hand, he asked, "Is there anyone present who thinks this poem is not well written?"

Princess Mingyue smiled: "Tiantian, you're messing around again." Who dares to say that this poem is not well written? Tell me quickly! Is it written by that father-in-law?"

Meng Tian raised his head and said proudly: "Who is he if it's not him?" I met him yesterday, and he heard that Sister Weiwei was in a bad situation, so he repaired a book in front of me, and attached a few poems. ”

Princess Mingyue's eyes lit up, and she took the initiative to move to Su Weiwei's side, and said, "The palace doesn't require you to read the private letter, but since there are a few poems and songs attached. Then read them out one by one, don't hide your secrets, you see that all these subordinates you hooked are all soulless!"

The palace maids all smiled embarrassedly, and Su Weiwei could only greet them apologetically and said, "Your Highness, the slave family is ugly." ”

Next, she stroked the guqin, her face was shy and ruddy, and after a few tactful tunes, she sang softly: "

Sauvignon Blanc. Chuhua Mountain.

Luo Wei autumn cries Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold.

The lonely lamp is unclear. Curled up at the moon and sighed.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

There is a high sky above the green and dark sky, and there are waves of water below.

The world is far away, and the soul is bitter, and the dream soul is not difficult to pass the mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching. ”

After singing the song, the first person to cry was Su Weiwei herself, she was really deeply moved by Yue Heng's poem, she felt that her hard wait was all worth it, she was the happiest woman in the world!

The crying was everywhere, and most of the palace maids wiped their tears with handkerchiefs, and were moved by the sad poetry in the poem, and involuntarily shed tears, hating the pain of lovesickness that destroyed people's hearts.

"Sauvignon Blanc, Chu Huashan...... Sister Weiwei, when my father-in-law heard that you were going to go to Chuhua Mountain with Her Royal Highness the princess to pray for blessings, he was actually very reluctant, and his eyes were red in front of me last night......"

Meng Tian held Su Weiwei's arm and explained in a low voice, and she couldn't help wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Su Weiwei sighed and said, "Miss Nine, I'm really useless, I can't help him with anything, and I will make trouble for him and make him worry about him for no reason......"

Meng Tian hurriedly said: "This is a good thing, he loves you to such an extent, but he has not repeatedly blocked your choice, this is the greatest respect for you, many sisters and sisters can't ask for it! And Yue Gong is really a very smart person, he is not like those arrogant people who have some small talents and act recklessly, fluttering immortals, he actually understands the way of survival in the world, the covenant of the year is proof, and now I agree that you accompany Her Royal Highness the princess is even more of a great wisdom of survival, and he will become a big man in the future." ”

Su Weiwei said faintly: "But I don't want him to be a big man......"

Meng Tian laughed angrily at this sentence: "What kind of words are these, who doesn't want their man to become a big man who stands up to the sky?"

Princess Mingyue took this sentence, touched Meng Tian's head lovingly, and said with a smile: "Tiantian, you are wrong, what Wei Wei said is right, if your future husband is a certain emperor or a general, will he still 'sigh at the moon and sky' for you? Will he 'Sauvignon Blanc and heartbreak' for you?"

Su Weiwei was said to be thinking about it, and she was even more worried, what she was most worried about was this, the appointment of the year was indeed very beautiful, but if he became famous, admired by thousands of people, and moved the world, would he still have a place for her Su Weiwei in his heart?

Meng Tian was dumb for a moment, she understood what the two sisters meant, and muttered a little embarrassedly: "Okay, but people haven't thought about getting married so soon~"

Princess Mingyue smiled and said, "I don't know what Yue Pingping thought about every day, and he actually wrote such a moving poem!'Beauty is like a flower across the clouds', it's so beautiful and so pitiful!Weiwei, do you want to write a poem and return it to your father-in-law?"

Su Weiwei said embarrassedly: "Your Highness, how can I have such ability! I'm afraid that those female poets in the Chu State Palace can't write poems that match their artistic conceptions, right?"

Meng Tian laughed heartily: "These words have won my heart! You and Your Highness may not know that a few days ago, the Chu State Palace held an event for thousands of people to sign to rescue Yue Heng, and I also mixed in and participated in several meetings of the Women's Guardian Society!"

"What is the Female Protector Yue Society, could it be the name of the women who supported Yue Heng in the Chu State Palace?" Princess Mingyue asked with interest.

"It's them! Many women formed the Huyue Society, lobbied in the Chu State Palace, won over a lot of neutrals, and contributed a lot to the joint name of thousands of people. Oh, why am I talking about this? It's the Guardian Yue Society, one person sent a collection of Yue Heng's poems, which is full of Yue Heng's works, everyone is fascinated by it, and they can't put it down, even the most famous female poet sighs to herself, saying that it is not even a fraction of Yue Heng's!"

Princess Mingyue asked, "Do you have a copy of the poetry collection?"

Meng Tian shook his head and said: "I've seen it, there are still a few incomplete ones, and the song "Gift to Su Weiwei" is not among them, Sister Weiwei, can you read it to us again? Oh yes, yesterday Yue Gong must have written other new poems, read them all!"

Su Weiwei blushed again, many things are little secrets between the two, and there is a sensual love poem in it, and if she reads it again, she will be embarrassed! (To be continued......