When Ning Feng opened the prescription and saw the medicine on it, his expression became strange.
"beat?"
He used to use this medicine often, but now he had to control the dosage.
Otherwise, if he beats his good grandson stupid again, he will no longer receive poems from his good grandson.
Just give him two symbolic slaps to prevent his good grandson from pretending to be sick and wasting the medical fees.
"I read the sword while I was drunk, and I dreamed about the trumpet-playing camp. What a great word! It's so damn good!"
Ning Feng felt very good when he thought of this poem. He took out the only silver he had from his sleeve and threw it to Lidong.
"At the beginning of winter, hurry up and buy a roast chicken and make a pot of good wine! Grandpa, I want to have a great time with my dear grandson today!"
So what if gray hair occurs.
As long as there is great prosperity and peace, why fear that the sword will be covered in dust?
…
A small island in the middle of the lake.
Shen Youchu, who failed to make an appointment with his friend, was bored and copying Ning Wuyan's face with ink stone.
"Jingxian is so persistent. They are just two talented people from the capital. In order to win over them, they actually refused to have lunch with me. When I find the talented person who is more powerful than them, you will definitely regret not playing with me. Then you have to beg me to introduce you to great talents, huh."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mei Xiang rushed into the room.
Shen Youchu suddenly became energetic.
"Meixiang, has Mr. Ning gone to buy some goods for me?"
"No... Miss, Mr. Ning's true face is not simple..."
Meixiangzhuzi poured out all the things he had just seen and encountered like beans.
After speaking, he curled his lips and commented.
"Miss, it's scary to hear this. Mr. Ning looks innocent and innocent, but he turns out to be such a shameless person."
"And Miss Ji and King Xu Shi are chasing me like crazy. Let's not talk about it. Mr. Ning drew the talisman for you. I will continue to go back and keep an eye on the person who wrote the poem as soon as possible... No, Miss Ji and King Xu Shi are catching up! I'll retreat first."
Mei Xiang put the straw paper on the drawing book, rubbed oil on her soles and escaped through the back window.
Shen Youchu tilted his head, digested what Mei Xiang had just conveyed, and looked at the papyrus on the table.
"Did you draw the talisman?"
Why did she feel that Mei Xiang had realized something was wrong.
No matter.
Anyway, when Jin'er and the others arrive, they will know why they are chasing Mei Xiang.
What we need to do now is to trace the writing on the papyrus.
Shen Youchu added two strokes on the drawing paper to outline Ning Wuyan's face. She pouted unsatisfiedly as she looked at the painting that appeared on the paper but was always missing something.
Then I had nothing to do, so I used ink stone to carefully trace the reflective lines on the grass paper.
"Meixiang! Stop!"
For the first time, Ji Jin did not maintain the manners of an official lady, and hurriedly broke into Shen Youchu's study. He did not see Mei Xiang, only saw Shen Youchu writing on the familiar straw paper, and he immediately held his breath.
"Shen..."
Shh!
Ji Jin made a silent gesture towards Xu Jidao, who was also eager to find someone to ask for answers.
Seeing that Xu Jidao was puzzled, she did not dare to explain aloud and walked towards Shen Youchu softly.
Although Xu Jidao didn't understand Ji Jin's intention of doing this, when he saw the familiar piece of papyrus spread out on the table, he suddenly realized it and quickly followed Ji Jin quietly.
When they got closer to the table, the two of them saw three big Chinese characters drawn on the inkstone - "Breaking Time".
"Drunk...in...picking...the lamp...looking at...the sword..."
When Shen Youchu described this sentence, the image of a drunken general lighting up an oil lamp and silently wiping his sword under the lamp appeared in his eyes.
For some reason, her heart seemed to be hit by something, and her writing speed increased.
"Dream...return...blow...horn...company...battalion..."
There seemed to be a horn sound in his ears, and Shen Youchu felt unprecedentedly nervous.
"Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under my command are burning, the sound of fifty strings tumbling outside the Great Wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield."
She had never heard of the song "Eight Hundred Miles Fen", but she could still see the general and soldiers sharing meat and eating together, musical instruments playing in unison, and war songs singing loudly while reviewing the army.
"The horse moves so fast, the bow moves like a thunderbolt."
She seemed to be riding on that magnificent horse and chasing the enemy soldiers. The sound of drawing the bow and shooting arrows was like thunder in her ears, making her delicate body tremble, and the handwriting she traced added a thick line of ink, which made her regretful. Incessantly.
"Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation before and after death."
"Pity happens in vain!"
A general who wants to make great contributions to the monarch wants to gain a reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation during his lifetime and after death.
It's a pity that his ambition has not been fulfilled, and his hair has turned gray!
The face of the white-haired old general appeared in front of Shen Youchu's eyes, and his eyes were slightly red.
After she finished tracing the last word, the ink stone in her hand hovered above the papyrus, and her eyes met with Ji Jin's eyes, which were also red.
Suddenly she understood why Jin'er pursued the beauty and meaning in poetry.
"Jin'er, it turns out that poetry in this world can actually be a comic strip, and it can express its original magnificence and surging emotions better than paintings."
No matter what the art form is, there are similarities between them.
Shen Youchu deeply understood the meaning of this sentence for the first time.
When Ji Jin heard her words, he felt complicated and couldn't calm down for a long time.
After reading the entire poem, Xu Jidao had already put his hands on the table, admiring this masterpiece, with tears in his eyes.
"No wonder I couldn't guess who he was. I thought he was a famous Confucian scholar with a keen mind who could understand all the sights in the world. As soon as this word came out, I realized that he was actually a general who was good at poetry!"
"But when did Daxing have such a versatile general?"
Xu Jidao looked at Shen Youchu warmly.
If there were no differences between men and women, he would have dragged Shen Youchu to see the general at this time!
Xu Jidao couldn't do it, but Ji Jin could.
She took Shen Youchu's hand and said with a sincere request in her tone: "Youchu, please tell us quickly who is the author of this poem. I want to meet him and I want to stay with him." Study and understand the poetry together."
This pull.
He directly dragged Shen Youchu from the autumn battlefield back to the pavilion study on the small island in the middle of the lake.
She looked at Ji Jin who was obviously obsessed with the lyricist and wanted to follow him for life. Thinking of Mei Xiang's words, she felt a little dizzy.
This poem was written by Mei Xiang while watching Ning Wuchang with her own eyes.
The handwriting on the paper was consistent with the dog crawling calligraphy she had just seen in the pavilion. Of course she could tell it after copying countless drawing books.
Both the ten poems and this poem are all written by the same person.
Ning Wuhuo!
It's him!
He is a person who sells poetry, and he is also a person who writes poetry!
At the same time, he was also the person who made her understand for the first time what the true beauty of art is!
Not to mention Jin'er, even she wanted to learn from Ning Wushen after watching the song "Broken Array"!
"Miss Shen, I hope you can tell me who this person is. If he is a member of the Shen family, I am willing to work as a cow and a horse for the Shen family. As long as I can exchange poetry with this person from time to time, I will have no regrets in this life."
Xu Jidao bowed and expressed his greatest sincerity.
The current emperor wanted to invite the Poet King to the palace to teach poetry to the royal children, but he refused outright on the grounds of yearning for freedom. At this time, he was willing to stay in the Shen family for the rest of his life for one person.
Shen Youchu looked at Xu Jidao, who was crazy about poetry, with some admiration, and at Ji Jin, who was also obsessed with poetry, with some guilt. He was caught in a dilemma.
what to do?
I would have known that the handsome man Ning Wuyang turned out to be so outstanding.
She shouldn't have boasted about Haikou in the first place, saying that she wanted to introduce him to Jin'er and make the two of them a couple...it wasn't right.
