"A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night."

"The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden."

Nalan Xingde's poems are indeed unique in the Qing Dynasty.

After Bai Yu read this poem, Mu Yaoxi let go of his hand with satisfaction, and even had the courage to shout to the old man: "Hurry up, write it down quickly!" ”

Bai Potian didn't mind, since it was his grandson's work, of course he would write it, and he began to splash ink with enthusiasm.

"Verses, what's there to be excited about." Bai Yu doesn't understand very well, although the poems are very beautiful, but the poems themselves have no effect, and they just cultivate sentiment.

"People always have their favorites." Tao Rushu stroked her hair: "It's like someone used to read history books and was obsessed with Huo Qu's disease." ”

Bai Yu thought for a while: "Indeed, I think Su Daji is also very good. ”

Mu Yaoxi just watched and finished writing a poem, and continued: "Is there anything else, is there still one!" ”

Bai Yu thought for a while, and then continued to read: "The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the east to the end of the world......"

Mu Yaoxi thought to herself that this song is more ordinary, and sure enough, talent inspiration is not available at any time.

Bai Yu continued: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

Mu Yaoxi's eyes widened directly, and she almost shouted 'demon'.

"Good!" Bai Potian heard the mood of this poem: "A good sentence 'Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers'!" ”

Isn't this the case for the last two sentences?

I didn't abandon it ruthlessly, I just had to leave.

Modern people often use this phrase to celebrate the dedication of teachers and other professions, but dedication is not limited to teachers.

Bai Potian writes more fluently, but also mixed with his own emotions, at the same time as the pen, it seems that there are really flowers blooming on the tree for a moment, it floats into the soil, scattered into mud and dust, turned into fertilizer, pregnant with new spring flowers.

Watching the poem be completed, Mu Yaoxi was only happy but didn't realize that his realm had ushered in a rise.

"I seem to have broken through to the middle of the second order......" Tao Rushu ended his distraction for dozens of seconds: "Zun Du fake Du!" ”

"It's true." Su Ruoli also came back to his senses from the vision: "I have also broken through the realm. ”

She didn't say exactly where she had come.

"You're a bit against the sky." Tao Rushu approached and said to Su Ruoli: "I thought he was a reckless man, but I never thought about both civil and military? ”

Su Ruoli was a little regretful: "I hope he won't know anything......"

"So you can take care of him for the rest of your life?"

"Hmm." Su Ruoli made no secret of his ambitions.

"That's a shame." Tao Rushu gently pushed Su Ruoli's back: "While the poetry is booming, why don't you go up and ask for a poem of yours?" ”

"And?" Mu Yaoxi's eyes lit up: "I think about it, there is still a lyric poem left!" ”

Su Ruoli also said naturally: "If you can't think of it, you don't have to force it." ”

Poetry depends on inspiration, how can it be so easy to say that it comes?

Bai Yu said: "I said it, I didn't create it myself, but copied it." ”

But I have to write to Su Ruoli...... I really couldn't think of it for a while.

There are a lot of poems about women in Nalan Xingde, but people write about wives, and they are dead wives!

Most of the poems written are sentimental, sighing "My wife is dead, I am very uncomfortable", "My wife is gone, I miss her very much", "When my wife is here, is it like this", "Wife, why did you leave so early" and so on, it is easy to look at people as depressed, so he is indeed depressed and died early.

Su Ruoli is not a girl of this style, she is not Lin Daiyu who buries flowers, but the one who uproots the weeping willows.

He thought about it, and decided not to throw out the big killer weapon of 'life is only as first seen' and 'one generation and one pair in a lifetime', it is too literary and artistic, and his scalp will be numb when he reads it.

I'll leave it to the one who can't stay in the world......

Bai Yu stretched out his hand: "Can you show me Chu Waist?" ”

Su Ruoli took out the Chu waist soft sword from her waist very smoothly, and the soft sword she carried with her also proved that her waist was slender.

Replaced by some rough people, it is not a soft sword wrapped around the waist, but a sable cicada.

Bai Yu began to recite the poem: "Slender Yan Ji is fifteen years old, accustomed to dragging long robes, not making slender steps." ”

"Everyone looks at it, and the color of the world is like dust."

"A tree is full of flowers, except for nature, and I want to give it away."

"Wu Niang praised her good dancing in person, but she was always mistaken by her waist."

This song doesn't have any emotional elements in it, it's more like an evaluation, literally translated - you are really a big beauty~

You can directly read to the fox spirit who came to ask for the seal.

Bai Potian also took the opportunity to write, and at this time the desktop was already full, and there was obviously no way to write again.

He was a little regretful, but also satisfied: "I went on a trip this night, I didn't expect to get so many good poems and good words, what an unexpected joy, Yujing, how many things are you still hiding, don't say that grandpa doesn't know, I'm afraid that even the Su family girl doesn't know how to write poems and lyrics, right?" ”

Su Ruoli picked up the poem written for himself and looked at it again and again, and then nodded: "It's true that you haven't told me, but I like this poem very much, and I'll frame it when I go back." ”

"This poem belongs to me!" Mu Yaoxi also took one.

The old man put away the one that 'Luohong is not a ruthless thing': "The old man likes this one very much." ”

As a result, only the last 'lime moan' remained.

Bai Yu and Tao Rusu looked at each other, the latter also had a mediocre feeling about poetry, and she said casually: "You take it, I don't need it." ”

"Nope! You need to! Mu Yaoxi held Tao Rushu's palm and turned her head to stare at Bai Yu: "Can you bear to let her go home empty-handed?" Looking at her longing eyes, can you bear it? ”

…… No matter how I look at it, it's clearly a white eye!

"Mu Yaoxi, you're almost there." Bai Yu didn't want to read it anymore.

"One more song!"

"Shall I sing you a water dragon chant?" Bai Yu would rather sing.

Mu Yaoxi's eyes widened: "You can also compose?" ”

Bai Yu choked: "...... You're not interested in this too, are you? ”

"Nope." Mu Yaoxi shook her head.

"But I'm interested!" Tao Rushu suddenly pounced on him and grabbed his sleeve: "What kind of water dragon chant are you talking about?" I haven't heard this song. ”

"You all let me go!"

After making a fuss for a while, Bai Yu could only throw out "Bamboo and Stone" and make up a song for Tao Rushu.

As for the water dragon chanting, the five tones are incomplete, and it can't be sung a little bit at all.

……

"You're leaving tonight?"

"Go see some old friends, and then go back." Bai Potian said: "I still have to go to the imperial capital to see my daughter-in-law." ”

"Will they let you?"

"They don't have the guts." Bai Potian waved his hand: "Don't worry about grandpa, you, you must put away the letters, half a year later, grandpa will wait for you to come to Rome." ”

Now that he's back, he's going to show his face.

In this world, you can forget Bai Potian, but you can't forget that Bai Potian is still alive.

As soon as the old man stepped on his tiptoes, he floated on the spot, floating away like a cloud.

The negative hand groaned softly.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective ...... flowers"

"Yujing, you have an extraordinary posture of sainthood."

This is not something that ordinary people can say, nor is it all the feelings and moods of ordinary people.

The only explanation for why Bai Yu can still come to this point after the bloodline has been abolished is that Bai Yu has attained the Tao.

It is rumored that Shakyamuni became enlightened under the Bodhi tree, realized the essence of Buddhism, and created the Pure Land of Buddha.

Then, it is very likely that Bai Yu, like those who read books and become holy, has touched a certain realm in an instant.

Enlightenment.

This kind of thing has hardly happened in hundreds of years, but there are not a few people who have attained enlightenment in history.

Bai Potian is not an enlightened person, but the situation is similar, his calligraphy is also a waste of the first half of his life, but he is a late bloomer.

Bai Yu had such achievements at such a young age, and if he were not enlightened, he really couldn't explain it.

Bai Potian only felt more at ease and open-minded when he came this time.

"Beiming family, when you meet such a brilliant grandson as me, you are considered lucky."

He went straight to the center of Penglai.

Today, taking care of the demeanor of the elders, I haven't enjoyed drinking, so I took advantage of my good mood to go to the old man to fight for wine!

By the way, I would like to show the other party the Versailles skills of 'How do you know that my grandson has composed five wonderful poems in a row'.

It was in vain that the old man went to the court of Versailles to live for a few nights and study!

……

"Really gone?"

"I'm really gone."

"That's good." Bai Yu breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "I'm really afraid that he will carry me directly and run away, and you won't be able to stop it when the time comes." ”

"Grandpa Bai doesn't dare, he's not afraid of heaven and earth, I'm afraid that you will hate him." Su Ruoli was a little funny and a little sentimental: "One of the ten murderers, but in front of you, he looks like a cramped and restless old man." ”

Bai Yu shook his head: "I don't blame him." ”

"I know, but he doesn't." Su Ruoli said softly: "He is most afraid of seeing a trace of resentment or hatred in your eyes, even if it is only for a moment, the other party will not be wrong." ”

Bai Yu thought thoughtfully: "Should I be stronger, so that he can withdraw this letter?" ”

Su Ruoli: "Are you taking care of my mood?" ”

Bai Yu was silent.

"I think you're really eager to go." Su Ruoli is not stupid, he can see it.

"Of course I want to go and see it, after all, it's the Royal Academy of Rome." Bai Yu paused: "If you go there, you don't have to go on a blind date." ”

Su Ruoli stomped her feet from the arrogant: "If you love to go, you will go!" ”

Immediately sneered: "Haha, I really don't pretend to be." ”

Bai Yu: "You're not angry? ”

"Angry, a little annoyed, but I figured it out...... Just like Grandpa Bai said, we are too weak to decide our own affairs. ”

Su Ruoli gently hugged the young man's arm: "There is still half a year to go, and it is not an immediate separation, nor is it a lifetime of not seeing each other, we still have a lot of time." ”

Bai Yu suddenly had an impulse - if you directly testify, is it not necessary to go on a blind date if you go there?

But he retracted this impulse because the legal age of marriage was twenty-three.

Under the moonlight, the beauty is like jade.

Su Ruoli suddenly leaned close to his ear and asked angrily: "Can you tell me now, how many poems do you still have to read?" ”

Bai Yu turned his head, and his expression was painful: "......"

"Who asked you to just give me such an ordinary song."

"Don't you like it very much?"

"I like it, but it's not enough, I didn't know you could write poetry, and you hid it from me for so long." Su Ruoli gently bit his neck to express dissatisfaction: "Read it to me, one song is not allowed, otherwise I will really be angry." ”

(End of chapter)