"girl."
Cai Wenji's maid came to the door with a tray and whispered, "The food is here."
The door was opened, Cai Wenji came out to take the tray and turned to close the door.
"girl."
The maid took a step forward and said in a low voice, "My maid asks for a lot every time I bring food these days. There are already people gossiping in the kitchen."
Naturally, Cai Wenji had witnessed Li Yunze's extraordinary appetite, but she couldn't talk about it.
All I could do was tell the maid, "If anyone makes trouble about this, just ask him to come to me."
"Here."
"By the way." Cai Wenji asked, "What happened to what I asked you to inquire about?"
"The maid asked the groom." The maid hurriedly responded, "The groom said that the tenth day of next month is the day of the imperial meeting, and Dong Xiangguo may go."
"Well, you go ahead."
Carrying a tray full of food, Cai Yan closed the door and returned to the back room, placing the tray on the table. "Da Lang, it's time to eat."
Li Yunze, who was lying on Cai Yan's bed in the name of recovering from his injuries, took a deep breath and stood up, put on his shoes and walked over, "Thank you very much."
"The big man eliminates harm for the people, and it is a little girl's blessing to be able to express her feelings to the big man."
Cai Yan smiled and said to Yan Yan, "I heard that Dong Zhuo will go to the Great Court on the tenth day of next month."
"good."
Li Yunze nodded, "This is a good opportunity, I won't miss it."
"What a generous man!"
Young Cai Yan's beautiful eyes are full of admiration.
Because of his tutoring, Cai Yan has been fond of reading since he was a child. He has a high level of literature and a very intuitive view of right and wrong.
Dong Zhuo killed the emperor, killed the queen mother, established puppets, and controlled the government. He was a typical evil thief.
And Li Yunze dared to take extraordinary risks to assassinate Dong Zhuo. He was undoubtedly the most typical positive hero, a strong man, and a hero!
In these precarious days, how could one not admire and admire such a hero? Doing something for him is nothing.
Especially when they got along with Li Yunze during these days, not only was he very polite and did not go beyond anything, but his speech, behavior, aura and demeanor impressed Cai Yan.
After his literary training, his understanding and proficiency in music simply gave Cai Yan the excitement of meeting a close friend.
Li Yunze understood Cai Yan's thoughts very well.
In the terms of the modern world, this is a literary young woman.
Female literary youth and so on, as long as the taste is right, it is really... ahem.
This girl had to wait until she was captured by the Huns and had to live for many years and give birth to children before she could see through the world and write the desolate "Poems of Sadness and Indignation" and "Eighteen Beats of Hujia".
How can I not be sad and angry? She was snatched away by robbers and became the wife of Yazhai, and she also gave birth to a child.
Men are useless, what can women do besides being sad and angry.
"Wen Ji." Li Yunze said while turning around the remaining clouds, "I heard that you are getting married?"
Cai Yan's expression darkened, and then he forced a smile, "He is from a famous family in Hedong, and his parents ordered him to."
Li Yunze knew very well about famous families in Hedong.
Descendants of the famous Wei Qing.
It's just that Wei Qing is an unparalleled hero, but his descendants are not as good as each generation.
In this generation, they have become a useless person who can even vomit blood when reading.
Li Yunze didn't say anything more, but chatted with Cai Yan about Feng Qiuhuang and Zhuo Wenjun.
As a talented woman, Cai Yan naturally admired Zhuo Wenjun.
He also criticized Sima Xiangru and believed that he had failed Zhuo Wenjun's affection.
"Where does such affection come from?" Li Yunze was amused. "It's just that I can't let go of sunk costs."
If Zhuo Wenjun was so madly in love with Sima Xiangru that he never left her and became his son, Li Yunze wouldn't believe it anyway.
What else does Sima Xiangru have besides his talent?
He's just a soft-boiled guy who doesn't want anything.
The reason why Zhuo Wenjun is unwilling to give up is simply because he paid too much when he was young, and even did not hesitate to damage his family's reputation by selling wine for free.
After all the hard work, it was all in vain once abandoned, and he became the laughing stock of the world from then on.
However, Cai Yan, a young and artistic young woman, refuted this and believed that Zhuo Wenjun was an affectionate woman.
Li Yunze didn't care and changed the subject directly, "Yes, that's why Sima Xiangru is a scumbag!"
Cai Yan wondered, "What is a scumbag?"
This question bothered Li Yunze. You must know that as a gentleman, he really doesn't understand such creatures as scumbags.
"Sima Xiangru plays with Zhuo Wenjun's feelings, just like a pig in water."
Immediately, Li Yunze asked softly, "Have you ever heard of Yulang's poem? I heard that it was written by Zhuo Wenjun."
The reason why I ask this is because there is huge controversy as to whether Zhuo Wenjun wrote Yulang's poem.
The word "bored" is thought to have appeared for the first time in "Poems of Sorrow and Anger" written by the girl in front of me, Cai Yan.
Also, Zhuo Wenjun lived in the period of Emperor Jing of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. At that time, Buddhism had not yet been introduced to China, and the concept of the afterlife in the poem was too far-fetched.
The most important point is that the style of this Yulang poem is different from that of the Han Dynasty. It is obviously a Yuan opera style that modern people can appreciate and understand.
The style of the Han Dynasty was the classical classical Chinese style written by Sima Xiangru in "Ode to Changmen" and "Ode to Shanglin", with gorgeous rhetoric.
Classical literature gives people a headache, but it doesn't have such a catchy taste.
Sure enough, Cai Yan frowned, his pretty face full of doubts, "Poems of resentment? The little girl has read many of Zhuo Wenjun's works, but has never heard of them."
Hearing this, Li Yunze immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Since Cai Yan has never heard of it, he can pretend to be beeping.
After all, for literary young women, it is most effective to use their literary and artistic talents to make holes in them.
The use of poems to express this also depends on the background of the times.
After all, there are huge spans between different eras. If you use something from hundreds or thousands of years later to show off, it is very likely that people will not understand it at all, and may even think you are uneducated.
The simplest example is that modern people travel to ancient times and sing to ancient girls.
The biggest possibility for girls in ancient times is that they think you are a fool, and both the pronunciation and the meaning of words are messy.
If the girl cheers and says it sounds great, you are a great talent and so on.
Either the girl has also traveled through time, or she is also an idiot.
"Da Lang."
Cai Yan, whose curiosity was aroused by the success, immediately asked with a smile, "Can you tell the little girl about this poem of resentment?"
Li Yunze has rich experience, and of course he will not be a fool.
He buried the hole first and then said it, but don't let yourself fall into it. "This work is different from the writing. It does not emphasize the rhyme but only the meaning of the words. It is all for fun and entertainment. I also ask Wen Ji to give me some advice."
"Don't dare."
Cai Yan, who said he didn't dare and narrowed his eyes in a ridiculous manner, sat upright and waited expectantly.
"It is said that after Sima Xiangru became prosperous, he wanted to climb high and marry the daughter of a high-ranking official, so he wrote a "Book of Two Places" to Zhuo Wenjun, hoping that Zhuo Wenjun would take the initiative to propose a divorce and not delay his own good things. So Once it comes, it won’t damage his reputation.”
After hearing this, Cai Yan thought for a while and said, "The little girl has read about this in a book, but she has never heard of "Book of Two Places". She only said that Sima Xiangru wanted to be with Li and Zhuo Wenjun." I responded with "White Head Yin"."
"We wish to have the person we love, and we will never be separated until we grow old together." Li Yunze clapped his hands and high-fived, admiring, "Zhuo Wenjun is indeed a talented woman. This song "Ode to the White Head" only needs one sentence to be passed down through the ages."
Cai Yan nodded repeatedly and then asked, "How was Sima Xiangru's "Book of Two Places" written?"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, one hundred, one, nine, one, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one."
If it were any other girl, she might be confused.
It’s just that Cai Yan is one of the four talented women, and she quickly figured it out: “It means that we started from the beginning to the present, and now we have returned to the beginning from now, that is, we want to make peace. As expected. He is a great talent, and his artistic conception is truly unparalleled.
said. He just has such a bad character, what a scumbag. "
I learned quite quickly.
Li Yunze nodded and recalled something in his mind.
Among the many girls he has encountered throughout the heavens and worlds, perhaps only Sister Lin has such quick thinking.
"Presumably Zhuo Wenjun responded with "Poetry of a Resentful Man"."
Cai Yan, whose big eyes flashed brighter and brighter, couldn't wait to pull Hu Shi closer to Li Yunze, "Come and tell me."
Li Yunze took a breath, "After we said goodbye, the two places were separated by each other. They only said it was March and April, but who knew it was five or six years. There was no intention to play the lyre, the eight-line script could not be passed down, the nine-link chain was broken from it, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion was endless. Hundreds of thoughts , Thousands of thoughts, I have no choice but to complain.
"
"good!"
Cai Yan, who was breathing rapidly, couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's great to embed Sima Xiangru's numbers into the poems and express the artistic conception so well."
The literary young woman's emotions immediately rose when she listened to her favorite literary works.
Cai Yan stretched out his hand to hold Li Yunze's hand, his beautiful eyes filled with excitement, "What about the second half? The second half must go from ten thousand to one."
What does it mean to be happy when you see a hunter? This is it.
Holding Cai Yan's smooth little hand, Li Yunze continued to put up the beep box. "There are thousands of words to say, and I am bored. I lean on the railing ten times. Chongjiu climbs high to see the geese. The moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and people are not round. In the middle of July, burn incense and hold candles. Ask the sky, it’s a doggy day in June, everyone is fanning me
Chilling. In May, pomegranates are as red as fire, but bursts of cold rain water the flowers. In April, the loquats are not yet yellow, and I want to look in the mirror and feel confused. Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water. It's drifting, and the kite string is broken in February. Hey, Lang, Lang, I wish that in the next life, you would be a girl and I would be a boy. "
After finishing the second half of the sentence, Li Yunze looked at Cai Yan with a smile.
But Cai Yan was sitting there in a daze.
After a long time, he opened his red lips and let out a sigh.
"Although the pronunciation of this work does not rhyme and is a bit vernacular, the artistic conception of the words is excellent."
Cai Yan, who looked a little strange, shook his head slightly and sighed, "The beauty of words. Alas."
As an important carrier of Chinese civilization, writing is indeed extremely beautiful.
However, Cai Yan's current state was somewhat beyond Li Yunze's expectations.
It shouldn't be, why would it be this kind of reaction?
Cai Yan's reaction is actually normal, because she brought herself into the role of Zhuo Wenjun.
When I thought that I might meet a scumbag like Sima Xiangru, I felt very sad and hesitant.
For girls in this era, getting married is the most important thing in their lives.
Cai Yan, who was only sixteen years old, felt really complicated at this time.
"Don't think so much."
Li Yunze patted her hand, "There must be a way to reach the mountain. No matter what kind of problem there is, there will be a solution."
"If you are in a bad mood, why not have a drink? A drink will relieve all your worries?"
"Um."
Cai Yan smiled and picked up the wine bottle on the table. "Da Lang, you and I will drink together."
(End of chapter)
