Lan Ning didn't take it seriously. She spread her slender jade fingers and let the white pigeons peck at the crumbs of cakes in her palm.
The other hand caressed the pigeon's body. The pigeon pecked Lan Ning's palm and itched her. She couldn't help but giggle. The ripples of her voice echoed under the ripples of water, red lotuses, and the rockery and green bamboos, which made her feel full of emotion.
Juan'er smiled and said, "It's easy for you, a little beast, to have the court lady favor you so much." Suddenly she saw something tied to the pigeon's feet and said, "Why is this pigeon tied with a note?"
Lan Ning glanced at it, not as ignorant as Juan'er, and said calmly: "This is a homing pigeon."
Juaner said: "If it's a homing pigeon, why does it come to our yard every day?"
Lan Ning said calmly: "Maybe he got lost." Then he gently stroked the pigeon's body.
Juaner smiled and said, "I think this letter was specially sent here."
Lan Ning didn't respond and thought it was nonsense. Juan'er smiled and said, "I'll know if I take it off and take a look."
Lan Ning said: "Don't make trouble. If you take the letter down, others won't be able to receive it. If there is something urgent, wouldn't it be wrong for others?"
"Don't worry, miss. I'll tie it up again after watching it."
Juan'er said, taking advantage of the pigeon's unpreparedness, she suddenly caught the pigeon and took off the note from the pigeon's feet.
The pigeon was frightened, fluttered and struggled, but when Juan'er let go, it immediately flew away. Lan Ning couldn't help scolding: "Look, you scared it."
Juaner smiled sheepishly, opened the note, looked at it, and said in surprise: "Miss, it seems to be your handwriting."
Lan Ning responded, "Nonsense."
"It's really your handwriting, Miss. It's Miss's handwriting. How can I admit that I'm wrong?" Juan'er said and handed the note to Lan Ning.
Lan Ning took it half-heartedly, and when he saw the Qi Jue poem on the paper, he was immediately shocked. It was really unbelievable how this... this Qi Jue poem... could be on this pigeon.
Could it be... I'm thinking of that bastard who couldn't even hold a pen that night.
Lan Ning's beautiful and charming face immediately turned extremely gloomy. Although she didn't have a good impression of the common man, she didn't dislike him, but that night she was severely disgusted.
Juan'er saw Lan Ning's expression and was extremely curious. There was only a simple Qijue poem on the paper. It was written by the lady herself and there was no other content. Why did the lady look very angry and asked softly: "Miss, What's wrong?"
Lan Ning gritted her teeth and was so angry that she couldn't speak. Her original good mood disappeared, and she finally uttered a sentence: "What a shame!" and threw the paper into the pool.
After just throwing it away, the paper fell lightly on the ground of the pavilion.
Juan'er was even more curious. She knew that she shouldn't provoke the young lady at this time, but she couldn't resist her curiosity and picked up the paper, looked at it carefully, and said: "Sichun, blush on the cheek..."
Strange, the word "思春" was not written in the lady's handwriting. Could it be that the rude word "思春" made the lady so angry? It was just a joke, so how could the lady be angry?
When Lan Ning heard the word "Sichun", her heart was suddenly touched and asked: "Juan'er, what do you mean by Sichun?"
Juaner handed the note over again, "Miss, look, this poem is your handwriting, but the title of the poem is clearly not written by you.
Lan Ning looked at the strong and handsome words "Si Chun" written all over the paper. It was clearly written by a man. With these strong and handsome words, a gentle and elegant image immediately came to mind.
Besides, the word "song of spring" was indescribable to describe her mood when writing this poem. Lan Ning suddenly felt the refreshing feeling of meeting a close friend in her body and mind, and she laughed inexplicably.
Juan'er looked at Lan Ning smiling angrily and asked softly: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Lan Ning came back to his senses and said, "I just misunderstood."
Juaner asked: "What's the misunderstanding?"
"The misunderstanding is that the common man came to humiliate me again."
Juan'er suddenly realized: "You mean that last time you rushed back to the pavilion angrily, then is it still him now?"
Lan Ning immediately said: "Of course not. It is said that someone with this exquisite mind can write the two words "Sichun". This is the handwriting. It didn't take ten or eight years to do it. How did it come about, but that bastard can't even write steadily? , but I don’t understand why this poem fell into the hands of this young master.”
Juaner smiled and said: "The servants must have discarded this paper as junk, and it happened to be picked up by this young man. Those rough people in the market are only interested in clothes, shoes and socks, and only literati young masters would care about this paper and poems." interested."
Lan Ning said softly: "What you said makes sense. It's just that this poem happened to come back to me. Was it accidental or intentional?"
Juaner smiled and said: "Of course it was intentional. How can such a coincidence happen? Isn't it a coincidence?"
Lan Ning continued: "Since it was intentional, how do you know that this poem was written by me?"
Juaner thought about it and said, "I think this young master happens to know your handwriting, miss."
Lan Ning lowered his head and looked at the word Sichun, "I know this handwriting, but I can't identify it."
Juaner said: "Master Lu."
Lan Ning shook his head.
"Mr. Wu?"
"Mr. Lu?"
…
Juan'er said several names in succession, and Lan Ning shook his head, "I really can't think of it. Maybe it was a time when I was in a bad mood, rude and indifferent to him, and neglected to receive him, so I couldn't remember him coming, so I didn't care. , go back to your room first."
Lan Ning walked towards the pavilion with light steps.
Juaner quickly chased after her, "Miss, what's wrong?"
"Juan'er, grind it."
Juan'er was surprised when she heard this, "Do you want to reply?"
"How could you not come back! This time I want to see if he is really elegant or fake. Only when a person's character is in his poetry can he learn to see this thing. Knowledge is knowledge, ignorance is ignorance. There is no way to pretend."
…
In the evening, Zhu Ming finally waited for Xie Fu to come back and handed Lan Ning's reply to Xie Fu.
Xie Fu opened the paper, but there were only two words on it - Sichun.
Zhu Ming couldn't wait to ask: "Thank you, Fu, what's written on it?"
Xie Fu said calmly: "Sichun."
"anything else?"
"No more, just these two words, read it yourself." Xie Fu said and handed the paper back to Zhu Ming.
Zhu Ming took a look and saw that there were only two words written on a large piece of paper, and the other places were blank. He asked, "What does this mean?"
Xie Fu looked at Zhu Ming with a smile, "What do you think?"
Zhu Ming blurted out: "How do I know?"
Of course Xie Fu knew that Zhu Ming didn't know. He was just reminding Zhu Ming. Obviously Zhu Ming had no awareness in this regard.
Zhu Ming asked: "Tell me quickly, what does she mean?"
Xie Fu then said: "The bottom of this paper is left blank because I want you to write a poem with the theme of Spring."
Zhu Ming smiled and said: "Oh, that's right, I understand." He looked at Fu Xie and motioned for him to act quickly, but Fu Xie remained motionless. Zhu Ming urged: "Write."
