When Da Qiao heard Lu Xuan's voice, he turned back to look at Lu Xuan, his wonderful eyes turned, and his big watery eyes moved, which was even more pitiful. She thought about Lu Xuan's poem just now, a blush appeared on her charming face, and her body felt a little soft.
This poem is so well written.
She thought about the meeting scene with Lu Xuan, but she never thought that Lu Xuan would meet him with such a poem.
The key is, the poetry is beautiful.
Moreover, it is about her beauty.
Da Qiao smiled sweetly, leaned forward and said, "Mr. Lu, I like this poem of yours very much. Thank you."
Lu Xuan said: "As long as you like it."
He walked directly to Da Qiao and sat down, and said calmly: "I met Miss Qiao yesterday, and I miss you very much. When I saw you admiring the flowers today, I couldn't help but write this poem. I was a little embarrassed. Please invite Miss Qiao." Forgive me."
Da Qiao lowered his head slightly, the blush on his face still not gone.
Her heart was beating like a deer. She knew that her husband was Lu Xuan, and there would be no other one.
Daddy told her about this matter.
She was a little uncomfortable with Lu Xuan being so direct, but she liked it in her heart.
Da Qiao shook his head and said softly: "I like Mr. Lu's poems very much."
Lu Xuan felt happy.
nice! You love it.
He changed the topic, starting with the weather, and slowly extended to things all over the world.
If it were the original Lu Xuan, he would have been hesitant and hesitant if he couldn't explain clearly in three sentences when he saw someone. But Lu Xuan who traveled through time was different. He had seen countless strange things in later generations, his horizons were broader, and his conversation was more cheerful and free.
With Lu Xuan's slow guidance, Da Qiao and Lu Xuan gradually became familiar with each other from strangers.
From time to time, there was laughter.
The sun was high in the sky, the spring sunshine was shining down, and Lu Xuan and Da Qiao were still chatting.
The two of them got closer, and Lu Xuan's hand was already holding Da Qiao's little hand. Of course, it's just holding it, no more actions.
Only when you are thick-skinned can you eat enough.
Lu Xuan would not be coy, he would take action decisively when it was time to take action.
Although the two met for the second time, their relationship was almost finalized, so Lu Xuan didn't have too many worries. Not to mention, Da Qiao's hands were soft, his skin was white, delicate and smooth, and it was very comfortable to hold it in his hands.
Really comfortable!
Da Qiao was not far from Lu Xuan. The conversation with Lu Xuan was very relaxed and he liked it very much.
Lu Xuan is gentle and elegant, talking and laughing freely.
The key is that Lu Xuan's conversation with her didn't have that condescending feeling.
She has met many men. When these men look at women, they just feel like they are appendages and playthings, or they look like they are curious.
Da Qiao didn't feel anything from Lu Xuan.
Da Qiao was chatting, and suddenly a trace of curiosity appeared on his face, and he asked: "Master Lu has never left Shu County, why do you know so much? You know all the wonders and sights in the world, or the customs and customs."
Lu Xuan chuckled and said: "The Lu family has a lot of books. There are notes written by predecessors about the wonders and scenes, as well as records of the local customs and customs of the sages who traveled to various places. These are the sources of my knowledge. There is a golden house in the book, and there is a beautiful face in the book. , if you read more, you will get it.”
Da Qiao's eyes lit up after hearing this.
"The book has its own golden house!"
"The book has its own Yan Ruyu!"
These two sentences are like poems, the content is straightforward but very intuitive.
Da Qiao smiled playfully and asked, "Are the two lines about Golden House and Yan Ruyu mentioned by Mr. Lu a poem written by you? Do you have the full poem?"
Lu Xuan replied: "It is a poem, but it is a very ordinary poem to encourage students to study."
Da Qiao was looking forward to it and invited: "I also like Mr. Lu's calligraphy very much. Why don't you go to my room and write this poem."
"Let's go!"
Lu Xuan nodded.
Da Qiao stood up and tried to break free from Lu Xuan's hand, but Lu Xuan held on to her. She was unable to break free for a while and could only let Lu Xuan hold her. Da Qiao blushed and led Lu Xuan into the house.
This is Da Qiao's boudoir.
A pink blush appeared on Da Qiao's face, making him look even more delicate and charming, "Mr. Lu, the room is not tidied up very much. It's a bit messy, which makes you laugh."
Lu Xuan was among them and admired in his heart.
There is a faint fragrance lingering in the room, which is clean and tidy without any mess.
On the desk, there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Xuan Lu sighed and joked: "If your room is messy, then my room is a doghouse. Compared with yours, my room is unbearable to look at."
Da Qiao chuckled twice and said, "Young Master Lu is too humble. I will polish my ink for you."
She lowered her head to rub the ink, and the pink on her face had not completely dissipated.
Lu Xuan saw it in his eyes and liked this kind of Da Qiao in his heart. Da Qiao is not only beautiful and beautiful, but also has an excellent temperament.
Lu Xuan thought for a moment, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote the three words "Poetry to Encourage Learning".
"A rich family does not need to buy fertile land, there are thousands of bells of millet in the books. There is no need to build a high hall to live in peace, there is a house of gold in the books."
"Don't hate having no one to follow you when you go out. There are many horses in the book. Don't hate the unscrupulous matchmaker when you get a wife. There are beauties in the book."
"A man who wants to fulfill his life's ambitions should read the Six Classics diligently in front of the window."
After Lu Xuan finished writing, he put down the brush in his hand and said, "This is a complete poem to encourage students to study."
Da Qiao saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart.
Words, she likes them.
She also likes poetry.
She still likes people.
Da Qiao turned his eyes and said with emotion: "Master Lu's poem to encourage students to study expresses the meaning of reading."
Lu Xuan shook his head and smiled. He was just a copycat.
He looked slightly serious and said: "For the vast majority of people, studying is the only way out. Even though it is difficult for poor people to cross this road, it is still the only way. If I have the opportunity in the future , will definitely open up the channels for scholars from poor families to study and become officials, so that scholars all over the world can show their talents."
Da Qiao looked at it and his eyes were filled with brilliance.
Da Qiao and Lu Xuan talked about some opinions in poems and articles, and time passed unconsciously. Near noon, the sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and the maid's voice sounded: "Master Lu, the master of the house invites you to lunch."
"knew."
Lu Xuan replied.
He looked at Da Qiao aside and said, "Miss Qiao, I'm going to see Uncle Qiao. After lunch, I have to go back and see you next time."
Da Qiao lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice: "Young Master Lu is very clever. Before you leave, can you give me a poem?"
Lu Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Forget it about writing poetry. I'll give you an article in an alternative style. I call it a ci. It can also be said to be a miscellaneous Yuefu poem."
Da Qiao was a little disappointed, but his face didn't show anything. He still smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."
Lu Xuan picked up the pen again and wrote the five words "The Highest Three Chapters of the Mountain".
Lu Xuan even read while writing.
"The mountain is high and the moonrise is small."
"The moon is so small, how bright it is."
"I have something to think about far away. When I don't see you for a day, my heart becomes quiet."
"Collecting bitter things in the south of the mountain. How can you be so embarrassed and anxious?"
"Your heart is as strong as gold and stone, and mine is as pure as ice and snow. We planned to form a hundred-year-old alliance, but suddenly we parted ways. We come and go in the clouds, dusk, and rain, and we miss each other thousands of miles apart."
A low voice echoed in the room.
After Da Qiao heard this, he was instantly stunned. The slight disappointment I felt because I didn't get the poem was now replaced by love, shyness, etc.
My heart felt relieved for a moment.
