Cloud Lake West Garden, behind the screen on the second floor.

Huanxi sat on the piano, Wenren Jinping was quietly listening to the conversation outside, she couldn't see her position from her appearance, she could only see Huanxi's figure on the screen, and Wenren Jinping could see the position of An Yan and Nan Window Jushi.

She set up a drawing board in front of her, and she was a little difficult at the moment, she wanted to secretly make a portrait of the South Window Layman, so that she could live and admire it in the future.

And An Yan is also here now, as her future husband, it seems that she can also paint a picture for him, and I don't know how he will react when he sees it.

Huanxi took advantage of the gap and turned his head and smiled: "What is Miss struggling with, it would be better to draw both of them." ”

Wenren Jinping shook his head: "How can I have so much energy, my painting skills are average, I can only do my best to describe the appearance of one person......"

Huanxi thought about it and said: "Then paint it for the South Window Layman, Gongzi An will become the husband of Miss in the future, and there is a chance." ”

After hearing this, Jinping also felt reasonable, so he made up his mind.

There will be opportunities in the future......

She looked in the direction of An Yan, and saw that he was drinking tea, and suddenly felt ashamed of her own thoughts, and her face couldn't help but blush.

I don't know if I can see his works again in this poetry meeting...... However, if there is a south window monk Zhuyu in front, no matter who is present, it will be overshadowed.

Wenren Jinping lifted the pen, and the ink hung in the air, but it never fell for a long time.

"The people here are all well-educated and well-educated in Luoyang, and it is difficult to invite them on weekdays, and this time I also heard that the South Window layman came to Luoyang, so he was willing to sit with me, just to be able to see the style of the layman."

As soon as these words came out, many people chuckled: "Brother Yunji, you have said that we are unkind people, on weekdays, you hear people shouting Yunji, who dares to put on a fight, but today there are people in the south window, even if you don't invite Brother Yunji, we will have to come by ourselves with a cheeky face." ”

Everyone said yes in unison, and laughter gradually rose in the banquet.

Shen Rong bowed slightly, his eyes swept over the people present, and when he reached An Yan, he paused slightly and bowed his head to signal, she felt that the position where An Yan was sitting was a little special, so close to Wen Renyun, it might be his son.

"Rong knee is just a widow, I can't afford to be so loved by everyone, I have heard the name of Wen Ren Yun when I was far away in Yunzhou, how dare I call what lay people in front of the true Buddha, I hope you don't raise your knee."

As soon as the words fell, some people said that the South Window Layman should not be too humble.

The literary style of the Xuantang Dynasty is extremely prosperous, although people like Wenren Yunzhi will also be famous in history in the future, but those who astonish the world with their poetry talents, and the people who can be found in this thousand-year-old history are unknown.

The maids came out at this time, each holding a tray in their hands, and served melons and fruits and snacks to the guests, plus a pot of wine.

An Yan was intently savoring the newly delivered food, listening to the people present going back and forth politely.

"This An Gongzi, why do you only care about eating?" When Huanxi was interactive, he caught a glimpse of An Yan's appearance, so he whispered to the listener Jinping.

"The South Window Layman finally came to Luoyang, but he didn't seem to be interested."

Wen Ren Jinping chuckled: "At the previous poetry meeting, he seemed to be like this, he didn't want to pay much attention to the affairs of outsiders, and if it didn't concern him, he would be immersed in his own world. ”

Huanxi couldn't help but grin, "Miss noticed Gongzi An last time she was at the poetry meeting?" ”

Wenren Jinping glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

At the last poetry meeting, she really didn't care about An'an at first, but only remembered many things afterwards.

It's not that An Yan is not interested in the South Window layman, when this woman first came up, he also took a few more glances because of the other party's beauty, but this woman was obviously more interested in hearing people's advice.

The theme of the poetry meeting was also introduced, and the talented people present were singing and mingling, and the poems were reflected on the paper, and An Yan was also savoring it, which was indeed more ingenious than the last poetry meeting.

An Yan just listened silently, Yu Huanzhang shook his head among the crowd, and the people on the main seat only cheered for everyone.

Some people are looking forward to Shen Rongkne's poems coming out, but Shen Rongknees smiled lightly and shirked it: "Most of the poems and essays I wrote in the past are sad and sad, and I am afraid that you will be sad." ”

Then there was a humane: "If you can hear everyone's work, it is a blessing for us, how can I spoil the interest!" ”

Shen Rongknee saw that everyone was looking at him expectantly, so he had to bow his head and think about it.

The banquet was instantly quiet, no one disturbed it, and even the sound of the piano behind the screen stopped, and Wen Ren Jinping and Huanxi silently watched Shen Rong's movements together.

Light smoke fills the incense burner, and ripples float in the teacup.

Outside the window, the green willows are gently swaying, and the cloud lake is like a mirror.

The soft hair was soaked in ink and brushed on the soft rice paper.

After a cup of tea, I saw her put pen to paper, some people couldn't help but stretch their necks to look up, and the people on the main seat also looked at it with interest.

When Shen Rongknee put down the pen, Wen Ren Yun also signaled the maid on the side to come forward and get it.

Someone couldn't help but shout: "Brother Yun, don't let me wait, come quickly." ”

Hearing this, Yun Zhi chuckled, and said loudly: "The phoenix forehead embroidered curtain is high, and the beast ring Zhu Hu is shaking frequently." Two poles of red sun on the flower shed. Autumn fatigue is tired and unbearable. ”

He paused in his voice and continued to read: "Good dreams are crazy with flying flotsam, idle sorrow is thick, and it is better than fragrant mash." It is not a rainy twilight and a cloud dynasty. It's Shaoguang again! ”

After hearing the recitation, there was still silence in the field, and everyone closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the artistic conception of the poem.

Finally, one of them couldn't help but exclaim, "Okay! ”

Hearing the advice, he handed over the lyrics to the maid to pass them on for people to enjoy and circulate, and said with a smile: "It's really good! ”

Some people praised the vividness of the artistic conception in the text, and some people said that it was really clever to be able to make this masterpiece in such a short time, and there were also beautiful words.

After Shen Rongknee politely dealt with everyone, he turned to the main seat and said with a light smile: "I have been clumsy for as many times as I waited, why don't you see the master put pen to paper?" ”

Hearing this, he laughed out loud, waved his hand and said: "I have drunk a lot of wine, and now I am a little dizzy and overwhelmed by alcohol, and I can't do poetry anymore." ”

Shen Rongknee chuckled and said: "Wine is a poetry medium, and everyone is full of poetry when they are drunk, isn't Brother Yun deliberately shirking?" ”

Wen Ren Yun Zhi no longer answered this conversation, but turned to the crowd: "The South Window Monk has another masterpiece today, and now we have the honor to witness, so it is better to have a drink together!" ”

Everyone said yes, raised a glass and drank together, Shen Rong was helpless, and he could only let people hear the advice of people and just perfunctory past.

After hearing that Yunyun had drunk, he put one hand on the table, held his head and closed his eyes to rest, as if he had really drunk too much.

However, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting was not destroyed, and everyone was still immersed in Shen Rongkne's works, and the voices of discussion were still enthusiastic.

Behind the screen, a maid came out to help Wen Renyun to rest inside, and An Yan quickly got up to help when he saw this.

As soon as An Yan heard the advice of the people, he knew that his future father-in-law was pretending to be asleep, but he did not break it and walked behind the screen with the maid.

There was no other figure behind the screen, only a piano and a painting.

An Yan only glanced at it, and was attracted by the content of the painting, which was a portrait, somewhat sketchy, a man sitting in front of a low desk, pinching a pastry with one hand and sending it with his mouth wide open, and the other hand placed underneath and then presumably for fear of the crumbs falling.

This is...... I?

An Yan looked around left and right, but there was no one to see.

At this time, Wen Renyun yawned and stretched, as if he was drunk and had just woken up.

"Virtuous nephew, help me to rest on the couch for a while."

An Yi held his arm, and said with a smile: "Uncle drinks like this, so that the beauty is sad, you might as well make a song just now, and it doesn't seem so ruthless." ”

Wen Renyun chuckled: "I haven't written poetry for more than ten years, and I won't write it for a long time." ”

An couldn't help but be stunned, this sounds a little strange.

After Wen Renyun sat on the bed, he lay down directly, and said again: "There is a side door at the back, and there is a staircase to go down. ”

Hearing this, An Yan thought about it, looked at the portrait, took a step back and bowed, and said, "Uncle is resting, and my nephew is retiring." ”

With that, he turned to look for the side door, and when he opened it, he saw a staircase built outside the attic, leading to the courtyard below.

An Yan walked down slowly, and saw a maid standing in front of the door of a room, looking at herself with her eyes open.

After thinking about it in his heart, An Yan stepped forward and asked, "Is your young lady inside?" ”

The maid smiled and said, "How does Gongzi An know whose family I belong to?" Which lady is the question? ”

An Yan said: "You were the one who played the piano in there just now." ”

Huanxi was suddenly surprised: "You saw us?" ”

An Yan shook his head and said: "I just think that you should be behind the screen, so in this way, it was you who played the piano last time." ”

Huanxi rolled his eyes, let go of his body and said, "Miss is inside." ”

An smiled and asked, "Which young lady?" ”

Huanxi Yingying smiled: "Naturally, it is the young lady you want to 'see'." ”

She deliberately bit the word "see", and An Yan guessed that she should have seen the letter she replied to.

An Yan reached out and pushed the door open and walked in.

This is a study, and in the middle of it, there is a figure standing in front of the desk writing something.

I guess I heard the door open, and the man inside said, "Go get a new strip of ink." ”

An Yisheng found the ink slip on the shelf next to her, and walked over quietly, seeing that she was concentrating on writing, transcribing and transcribing the words that Shen Rongknean had just written.

It should have been recorded behind the screen when she heard the remonstrance just now, and then came down to re-transcribe it.

An Yan pulled the inkstone and put the ink strip in it and gently grinded it, and Wenren Jinping also found that something was wrong, and raised his head and was taken aback.

"You...... Why are you here? ”

Wenren Jinping subconsciously took a step back, and then his face turned a little red.

"Didn't you want me to get you ink sticks?"

"I'm Jean Huanxi...... I'm asking you how you got here, shouldn't you be upstairs? Wenren Jinping pursed his lips and asked.

"Uncle asked me to come."

"Daddy he'......"

"Uncle probably didn't want to deal with these people, so he excused himself to drink too much and leave the table, and I also came out with him."

Wenren Jinping thought for a moment and said: "Daddy doesn't like this kind of occasion very much now, and he wants me to hold this poetry meeting in ...... I can see the south window layman. ”

She wanted to say that before she got married, but she was disgusted with it in front of her, so she hid it again.

Wenren Jinping thought for a while and said, "You...... Why don't you go back first, and leave so rashly, it's not good. ”

An was tired of the idea of continuing to participate in the poetry meeting at this time, looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, and asked with a smile: "Why is Sister Jinping secretly painting me?" ”

Wen Renjinping's face turned even redder: "You...... See! ”

Her heart was pounding, thinking about why this person suddenly called herself "Sister Jinping" again, she didn't call it before, but now she called it again, it sounded weird.

Both of them are married, and it is polite to say that it is not appropriate to meet before the time of welcome.

But he invited him to the poetry meeting.

Her mind was in a mess and she said, "I saw that you were so funny when you ate that you drew it casually." ”

An was disgusted: "It turns out that Sister Jinping has been looking at me just now." ”

“……”

Wenren Jinping couldn't stand the direct and enthusiastic words of the person in front of him, took a step back and looked away and said, "You...... Let's go back, I'll go back later. ”

An Yan shook his head: "What are you going to do when you go back, do you want to see those people circling around the south window?" It's better to be here. ”

Wenren Jinping said: "That's Shen Rong's knee, it's normal for people to have admiration and longing for it." ”

An looked at her directly and said, "I don't." ”

Wenren Jinping suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, thinking to himself, how could this person speak so boldly and explicitly, and he was not ashamed at all?

Even if you are an unmarried couple, you should wait...... Wait until then......

Wenren Jinping continued the topic and said softly: "The poetry meeting is full of famous people in the literary world, and it is also beneficial to get acquainted with more. ”

She is true that she said this, and that is why there is a great role in the poetry society.

It's a pity that poetry is often there, but shocking poems are not commonly used.

An Yan shook his head and said, "I don't care about those false names. ”

Even if he cares, it's not easy to scribble, otherwise if he copies something that is not satisfactory and unsatisfactory, it will be difficult to explain and cause a lot of trouble.

When I heard the words, Jinping couldn't help but show disappointment.

An was tired of seeing this, and suddenly thought that Yu Jingtang and Yu Huanzhang had said that women like Wenren Jinping were extremely angry.

The two of them look ambiguous now, and it's all because they are married to each other, which is something that cannot be changed, and women in this era are very receptive to this kind of thing, so Wenren Jinping does not reject An.

Even if An Yan is a person who does not learn and does not know how to learn, she will only have more resistance in her heart, and the order of her parents is something that has been instilled into her spiritual thoughts since she was a child, and it is difficult to change.

An Yan turned around and faced the table again, looked at the lyrics that Wenren Jinping had just copied, and said, "But if Sister Jinping wants me to write a poem, I can't do it." ”

Wen Ren Jinping was stunned, and couldn't help but look up at him again.

Ann Yan found a brand new piece of paper, picked up the pen, and smiled at her.

"Sister Jinping, this is not written because of this poetry meeting, but it is written only for you."

Wen Ren Jinping's throat moved, and he didn't speak, just stared blankly at him waving a pen on the paper.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels in secret."

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win, and there are countless ...... in the world"

Wenren Jinping only felt that his heart began to tremble uncontrollably, and a thought suddenly came to his heart.

This bad guy, can you stop calling me sister......