The young lady nodded knowingly and walked to the table, staring at the scroll that Li Hongxiu was slowly opening in his hand.
The city lord and his wife, the general, Lin Yueru, and the master also gathered around, wondering what is this?
Dongfang Yu'er helped her aunt unroll the scroll. The two made gestures and found that it was too long to spread out on the table. The master took a look, pointed to a screen in the flower hall, and said, "Hang it on the screen, so you can look more carefully."
Li Hongxiu nodded gratefully to the Master and hung the unfolded scroll on the screen.
When opened, the picture is two feet wide and five feet long. In the painting, Li Hongxiu is wearing a white dress, with red lips and white teeth. She stands under the apricot tree, frowning slightly and staring into the distance. The apricot blossoms are falling in spring. If you look carefully, it seems that the person in the painting is also looking at you. It is really charming, not in the words.
Li Mingzhu looked at her sister and said softly to everyone: "This is the painter Nalan Mei from Sifang City. He spent two years painting Hongxiu. It can be regarded as a labor of love."
Lin Yueru, Ye Zhiqiu, and the city lord's wife looked at it carefully, and they all said that the painting was lifelike and that it was really a good painting!
Shangguan Wushuang took Dongfang Yu'er's hand, looked at Li Ye nervously, and thought to himself: It's almost time to divide the money!
The teacher looked at it carefully and looked at it again, and said that it was a good painting, rare in the world, and it only needed a poem. Then, he turned back and looked at Li Ye, which meant: People are coming to your door, and it's time for you to show yourself.
Li Hongxiu pulled Li Ye's sleeve, pointed at the painting and said, "I offered the reward for more than twenty days and received hundreds of poems, all thinking about my gold coins. None of them satisfied me."
Halfway through, he looked at the master and Lin Zhiqiu, and patted Li Ye on the shoulder: "Without further words, hurry up and resolve this matter for my sister. No money will be lost to you."
Everyone laughed when they heard this. It turned out that Li Hongxiu was anxious because she wanted Li Ye to write a poem for her.
Li Ye glanced at Li Hongxiu, then at his husband, and whispered: "It's better to ask my husband to write it. My husband is much more talented than me."
Mr. An was sitting in front of the hall. He didn't answer Li Ye's words, but gave Li Ye a look, which meant: They are looking for you, boy. Hurry up and write poems for money.
When the two young ladies heard this, they became anxious and shouted in unison: "No! Li Ye, my sister (aunt) is looking for you! You can't blame the husband."
That means: write poems quickly and collect money, so we can divide it up! Once the husband writes it, nothing will happen to us.
Everyone laughed together when they saw the anxious look of the two young ladies.
Li Ye saw that he couldn't escape, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, and looked at Li Hongxiu's blushing face and said, "As promised, I will only write one song. If you don't like it, go find someone else."
The master here has asked Agui to spread rice paper on the table and polish the ink.
Li Ye walked to the table, picked up the wolf hair, and looked back at Li Hongxiu in the painting. He was thinking about Li Bai drinking while writing and crying. In his little heart, he really didn't understand. Isn't she just a beauty? As for crazy?
Stepping on a small wooden stool brought by Agui, he pressed the rice paper with his left hand and began to write with his right hand.
Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance
Revlon in the spring breeze
If I hadn't seen you at the top of Qunyu Mountain,
Meeting under the moon at Yaotai
A song "Qing Ping Le" comes to life on the page. After putting down the pen, Li Ye did not look at Li Hongxiu, but first glanced at the gentleman, wondering if the gentleman had picked up the pen, would it be the same one?
Jumping off the stool, Li Ye cupped his fists and said to the crowd: "The students showed their ugliness and made the elders laugh."
Sir, he is a master, and he doesn't bother to comment. He just smiles, then looks at you Hongxiu, and thinks to himself: Are you satisfied with what I, a student, wrote?
Master, Master is naturally happy, thinking that his son is both civil and military, much better than the adults in the city.
The general is a martial artist who doesn't pay much attention to poetry. His wife Lin Yueru is a talented woman. Once she saw it, she was full of praise for her neat writing and gorgeous poems. With Li Hongxiu, it was perfect.
The city lord and his wife came over, read it carefully, turned around and said, "Li Ye, you are not a good boy. You only wrote two sentences at my house last time. Today you wrote two more lines for Mr. Li?"
Li Mingzhu felt happy after reading the poem. She glanced at Li Hongxiu, then at Li Ye, and said, "Sister, do you want it? If not, just give it to me, and I'll give you the five hundred gold coins!"
The two young ladies were hiding behind and were anxious. When they heard what Li Mingzhu said, they were overjoyed and clapped their little hands together. It was done, and the money could be divided!
Li Hongxiu liked it more and more the more she watched it. As soon as he heard what his sister said, he immediately quit and said in a loud voice: "That's not okay, this is mine! If you want it, ask this kid to write it for you again!"
Tang Youyu was a businessman, he didn't know much about literature, and he couldn't join in the fun. He just stood behind the master and followed his congratulations.
Tang Chao was brave and ran over to hug Li Ye: "Brother, you are still the best! Princess Wushuang, we can share the money! La... la... la..." He hugged Li Ye and spun around. It's like holding a pile of gold coins.
Miss Wushuang pulled Dongfang Yu'er over and nodded seriously: "Yeah, you can divide the money!"
Everyone was happy, the men smiled reservedly, and the women all bent over with laughter. I thought to myself: These children are so happy.
Li Hongxiu was very satisfied in her heart. She looked at these little kids who were playing tricks and said with disgust: "Li Ye is not in a hurry. What are these little kids dancing for? Isn't it just money? I'll let Xiaohong take the lead tomorrow." Man, send it to Mr. Zizhuyuan!"
"Put this poem away and take it away later." Li Hongxiu asked Li Ye to help take down the paintings on the screen and spread them on the table.
"The poem has to be inscribed on the painting, and that's the end of it, don't you think?" Looking at Li Ye beside him, Li Hongxiu said softly.
Li Ye raised his head and glanced at her, but didn't reply.
Several people started working together and quickly put away the banner they had written before. Li Hongxiu polished the ink for Li Ye with his own hands like a spring banquet, then stood aside and stretched out his hand to press the scroll.
Li Ye stood on the small stool again, picked up the pen, and stroked the brush. He was familiar with the road and completed the poem on the scroll without much effort.
Li Hongxiu looked at the poems on the scroll carefully, with a look of satisfaction on his face. "Yes, it's worth so many gold coins. Don't worry, I will introduce business to you again."
Li Ye looked at her, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your kindness. My cultivation is very important, and I don't have time to write poems anymore." The meaning is, it's just this one time, it won't be the same next time.
Li Hongxiu was stunned and glared at him fiercely.
Uncle Fu entered the flower hall and told his master that the dishes had been placed on the table in the garden and the banquet could begin.
Mrs. Confucius greeted the guests and went out of the flower hall to dine in the garden. The husband and the general were walking together, chatting as they walked: "Why do I feel like someone is missing? Why isn't your Wushuang master here?"
Upon hearing this, the general returned and looked at Lin Yueru, who was walking with Li Mingzhu: "Madam, why haven't you seen Shuang'er's master these days?"
Lin Yueru was holding Li Mingzhu's hand and chatting. When she heard her husband's question, she quickly replied: "Master Xu told Shuang'er a few days ago that she had a sudden realization recently and wanted to stay in seclusion for a few days, so I didn't bother her today. "
The general and the gentleman nodded. People who practice martial arts naturally focus on cultivation.
Walking to the garden, there were three dining tables set up inside, one large and two middle. The larger one was for a group of guests, and the other two were for a few children and the servants of the house. In the words of Master, we are all one family and there is no need to distinguish each other.
Ye Zhiqiu took Li Mingzhu to sit at the head of the table, but Li Mingzhu refused and asked Ye Zhiqiu to sit down, saying that the birthday boy should sit at the head of the table. Everyone laughed and sat down according to the owner's arrangement.
Li Ye took Tang Chao and sat together. The two young ladies sat opposite Li Ye. They also held hands and were very affectionate.
Feeling that there were few people, Li Ye asked Agui to come and sit down again, and said: "You are not my servant, you are my brother, now and in the future. Remember!"
Agui's face was full of gratitude, thinking that the young master was still kind to me. He came over and sat down on the other side of Li Ye.
When the Master saw that everyone was seated, he stood up and spoke: "Although today is Madam's birthday, it is also a day for our gathering. The most important thing is that everyone is happy."
The lady also stood up and spoke: "Thank you all for coming to gather today. I won't say much more. Those who want to drink, drink, and those who don't drink, here is the sour plum juice made by Mrs. Tang. Unfortunately, she is not in good health today and cannot come."
Li Hongxiu stood up and poured plum juice for the ladies, and a glass of rice wine for herself.
As soon as Miss Wushuang saw the sour plum juice, she stood up and walked to Li Hongxiu. She took the jar from the table and said, "Auntie, you elders should drink wine. This sour plum juice should be reserved for the children!"
After saying that, he returned to the table with Weng Lu in his arms. He first poured a bowl for Dongfang Yu'er and said, "Sister Yu'er, you didn't drink it just now. Take a sip quickly. It's delicious!" Then he poured another bowl for himself. bowl.
He glanced at Li Ye opposite, indicating that he wanted to drink it himself. He picked up the bowl, followed the example of the adults, and said to Dongfang Yu'er: "Come on, let's do it together!"
Dongfang Yu'er also raised the bowl and touched it lightly with the young lady. Then he opened his mouth and took a sip: "It tastes really good, sour, sweet and cold."
Putting down the bowl she was holding, Dongfang Yu'er held the urn and poured a bowl for Li Ye: "Brother, you worked hard writing poems for my aunt, drink a bowl too."
Agui took the urn from Dongfang Yu'er and poured it into Tang Chao's and his own bowls.
The young lady slapped the table with her little hand and looked at Li Ye: "Li Ye, look how nice the second sister is to you! Remember, give her a few more gold coins when you divide the money tomorrow."
Li Ye looked helpless, thinking that both of you are princesses, do you need this little money?
Lin Yueru looked at her daughter's appearance and shook her head helplessly. She had been repeatedly taught to be quiet and virtuous along the way. This was good. When she saw Dongfang Yu'er, the two hit it off immediately. Why did she care about her image?
Ye Zhiqiu didn't care about this, he felt very happy just looking at the two girls.
"Wushuang, if you have time in the future, bring Yu'er to the academy. There are many children in the academy." Ye Zhiqiu said to the young lady across the table.
Li Ye, who was holding a bowl and drinking sour plum juice with his head down, almost vomited.
There was a surge of air in my chest, and I couldn't swallow the sour plum juice in my mouth, nor could I spit it out.
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