Due to the vast area of the imperial city, by the time Huang Shijun had completed three laps along it, the sun had already tilted slightly to the west.

Jiang expressed the resentment that had been pent up in his heart for a long time, was in a very happy mood, said goodbye to several people, did not stop any longer, and went back to the house directly.

I had just sneaked back to my Qingran Pavilion through the back door, and I hadn't gone far inside, but I saw Ping Qian walking from inside with a smile on his face carrying a food box.

Seeing Jiang Shu come back, a look of surprise immediately appeared on her pretty little face, and she strode forward and said with a smile: "Miss, you're back, someone sent a letter to Miss half an hour ago." ”

"Letter? What letter? Jiang Shu was slightly stunned and asked with some curiosity.

"The slave doesn't know, so Miss should come and take a look." Ping Qian raised his hand and pointed inward.

"It's fine." Jiang Shu nodded with a light smile and walked straight inside.

All the way unhurriedly, he entered the main room located in the innermost part of the courtyard, picked up the thin envelope placed on the round table and looked at it anyway, Jiang Shu found that there were only five big characters written on it, "Miss Ye personally opened", and there was no name of the letter, so he raised his hand and quickly opened it and took out the letter inside.

As the rice paper with words slowly unfolded, the handwriting on it was unobstructed in front of the master and servant:

Only half of the universe is understood, and it is difficult to understand life. Heaven is lacking in good and evil is full, what is the pursuit of perfection? Half poor, half rich, half secure, half life, half day and half accidental. Half-idiot, half-deaf, half-confused, half-truth, half-false, half-crazy. Half use, half abandonment, half hiding, half wisdom, half foolishness, half sage. Half human, half self, half comfortable, half awake, half dream, half fairy. Half of it is me, half of it is left to nature. Thinking about half a lifetime, life is not many years old.

This is a long poem very similar to the "Half-Character Song" she read yesterday, and the inscription is written with the words "Wu Shengxuan".

Jiang Shu didn't even think about it, so he compared it with Wu Gongzi, who proposed to imitate her "Half-Character Song" on the painting boat yesterday, and gently tugged at the corners of his lips and said: "It's really 'a young man who doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about giving new words'." ”

"Does the young lady remember the past?" Ping asked with a look of surprise as she recited a phrase that she had liked most of her past without any obstacles.

Since more than two months ago, my own lady claimed to have hit her head, and she doesn't remember much about the past, she has always regarded herself as a shallow learner, and she no longer looks at her favorite poems in the past, which makes her always secretly worried.

"Uh......" Jiang Shu didn't expect her to ask like this, so he couldn't help but be stunned, and then quickly waved his hand, "No, I just suddenly thought of this." ”

She learned it in a high school Chinese textbook, okay? What does it have to do with remembering the past!

"Oh," Ping Qian couldn't help but be a little disappointed, "I don't know when Miss will be able to remember all the things in the past." ”

"This needs to be done slowly, don't be in a hurry," Jiang Shu smiled faintly at her, glanced at the letter in his hand again, and said, "Do you know, who is this Wu Shengxuan?" ”

Ping Qian thought for a while and said: "I heard the eldest young master mention it before, it seems that he is the only son of Lord Wu Daonan, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he likes to chant poems and write words and dance and ink in his life. ”

"No wonder I can write such a good poem," Jiang Shu looked clear and asked for advice, "You said that people specially sent me the newly written poems, should I reply and comment on two sentences." ”

"Miss still doesn't want it," Ping Qian waved his hand busily, "Miss is a person with a marriage contract, and it is always not good to exchange letters with other men." ”