Yunhu West Garden, behind the screen on the second floor.
Huanxi was sitting upright playing the piano, while Wenren Jinping was quietly listening to the conversations outside. Her position was not visible from the outside, and Huanxi's figure could only be seen on the screen, while Wenren Jinping was We can also see the positions of An Yan and Nanchuang Jushi.
She set up a drawing board in front of her, and she felt a little embarrassed at this moment. She originally wanted to secretly make a portrait of the layman Nanchuang so that she could look up to him in the future.
And An Yan is here now. As her future husband, it seems that she can draw a picture for him. She doesn't know what his reaction will be when he sees it.
Huan Xi took advantage of the gap and turned around and said with a smile: "What are you struggling with, Miss? Why don't you draw them both."
Wenren Jinping shook his head: "How can I have so much energy? My painting skills are average and I can only try my best to describe a person's appearance..."
After thinking about it, Huanxi said, "Then let's paint it for Master Nanchuang. Mr. An will have plenty of opportunities to become the young lady's husband in the future."
Wenren Jinping felt that it was reasonable after hearing what he said, so he made up his mind.
There will be plenty of opportunities in the future...
She looked in the direction of Anyan and saw that he was sipping tea. She suddenly felt shy about her thoughts and her face couldn't help but blush.
I don’t know if I will be able to see his works again in this poetry meeting... But if Nanchuang layman Zhuyu is in front of him, everyone present will be overshadowed.
Wenren Jinping picked up his pen, dipped it in ink and hung it in mid-air, but it never came down for a long time.
"The people here are all well-educated and talented people from Luoyang. They are often hard to find. This time, I heard that layman Nanchuang came to Luoyang, so they agreed to sit here with me, just to have a glimpse of the layman's style."
As soon as these words came out, many people smiled and chuckled: "Brother Yunjian, you have described us as unhuman people with your words. Normally, if you hear Yunjian shouting, who would dare to put on airs, but today there are Nanchuang Jushi Shen and everyone are here, even if you don’t invite Brother Yun Jian, we will still be shameless and come on our own."
Everyone agreed in unison, and laughter gradually broke out in the table.
Shen Rong bowed slightly and glanced at the people present. When she came to An Yan, she paused slightly and nodded. She felt that the position where An Yan was sitting was a bit special. Being so close to Wenren Yunjian, it might be... his son.
"Rong's knees are no bigger than a widow's. She cannot deserve such love from everyone. When she was far away in Yunzhou, she had never heard the name of Wenren Yunjian. How dare she call her a layman in front of the true Buddha? I hope everyone will not praise Rong's knees." .”
As soon as he finished speaking, some people came out one after another saying that Nanchuang layman should not be too self-effacing and so on.
The literary style of the Xuantang Dynasty was extremely prosperous. Although people like Wenren Yunjian will be famous in history in the future, there are not many people who can amaze the world with their poetic talents in this thousand-year history.
The maids came out at this time, each holding a tray in their hands, serving fruits and snacks to the guests, plus a jug of wine.
An Yan concentrated on tasting the newly served food and listened to the people present exchanging polite words.
"Master An, why do you only care about eating?" During the break in Huanxi River, when he caught a glimpse of An Yan's appearance, he whispered to Jin Ping.
"She finally came to Luoyang with great difficulty, but he seemed not interested."
Wenren Jinping smiled lightly: "He seemed to be like this during the poetry meeting before. He didn't want to pay much attention to the affairs of outsiders. If it didn't concern him, he would immerse himself in his own world."
Huan Xi couldn't help but giggle and said, "Miss, did you notice Mr. An during the last poetry meeting?"
Wenren Jinping glared at her: "Stop talking nonsense!"
During the last poetry meeting, she didn't really care about An Yan at first, but she remembered many things afterwards.
It wasn't that An Yan wasn't interested in layman Nan Chuang. When the woman first came here, he took a few more glances at her because of her beauty. However, this woman was obviously more interested in Wenren Yunjian.
The poetry meeting also introduced a theme. The talented people here recited poems and essays on the paper. An Yan was also savoring them carefully. They were indeed more original than the last poetry meeting.
An Yan just listened silently, Yu Huanzhang shook his head in the crowd, and Wenren Yunjian, who was in charge, only cheered for everyone.
Some people were looking forward to Shen Rongqi's poems coming out. Shen Rongqiu dismissed it with a smile: "Most of the poems and essays I wrote in the past were sad for spring and autumn, and I'm afraid it will ruin your elegance."
Someone said: "It would be a blessing for us if we could hear everyone's work. Why are we spoiling our interest?"
When Shen Rong kneeled down and saw everyone looking at him expectantly, he had no choice but to nod in agreement and pick up his pen to think.
The banquet was quiet for a moment, no one was disturbing, and even the sound of the piano behind the screen stopped. Wenren Jinping and Huanxi silently watched the movements of Shen Rong's knees.
Light smoke lingers on the incense burner, and ripples float in the teacup.
Green willows sway gently outside the window, and the clouds and lakes are like mirrors.
The soft hair is soaked in ink and brushed on the soft rice paper.
After a long cup of tea, I saw her putting pen to paper. Some people couldn't help but stretched their necks to look up. Wen Ren Yun Jianyou, who was sitting at the head of the table, also looked at it with great interest.
When Shen Rong put down the pen on his knees, Wenren Yunjian also motioned to the maid on the side to go forward and get it.
Someone couldn't help shouting: "Brother Yun Jian, don't make me wait. Read it quickly."
Hearing the advice, he chuckled and said loudly: "The embroidered curtains on the forehead of the phoenix are rolled up high, and the animal rings on the red doors are swaying frequently. Two red poles of the sun rise above the flower shed. It's hard to sleep well in the autumn."
He paused slightly and continued to read: "The sweet dreams are flying like wild catkins, and the leisurely sorrow is better than the fragrant mash. It will not be Yu Mu and Yun Chao. Time has passed again!"
After Wenren Yun's remonstrance was finished, the place was still silent, and everyone closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the artistic conception of the poem.
Finally, one person couldn't help but exclaimed: "Great!"
After hearing the admonition, he handed the poem to the maid to pass on for others to appreciate and circulate. He smiled and said: "It is indeed very good!"
Everyone stood up one after another and gathered around the poem. Some people praised the vivid artistic conception in the article, while others said that such a masterpiece could be completed in such a short period of time because of their quick thinking, and some praised the beautiful calligraphy.
After Shen Rongxi politely dealt with everyone, he turned to Wen Renyun, who was at the head of the table, to admonish him, and said with a slight smile: "We all have a lot of clumsy writing, why don't we see the master put down his pen and speak?"
Wenren Yunjian burst out laughing, waved his hands and said, "I drank a lot of wine, and now I feel dizzy and overwhelmed by the alcohol. I can no longer write poetry."
Shen Rongqi chuckled and said: "Wine is the matchmaker for poetry. Poetry is more intense when people are drunk. Is Brother Yunjian trying to shirk it on purpose?"
Wenren Yunjian stopped responding to these words, but turned to the crowd and said: "Nanchuang Layman has another excellent work that has been known to the world. Now that we are lucky enough to witness it, why not drink a cup together!"
Everyone said yes one after another and raised their glasses to drink together. Shen Rong was helpless and could only let the people's advice go by.
After Wenren Yunjian drank, he put one hand on the table, propped up his head and closed his eyes to rest, as if he had drunk too much.
However, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting was not ruined. Everyone was still immersed in Shen Yongxi's works, and the discussion was still lively.
A maid came out from behind the screen to help Wen Renyunjian go inside to rest. Upon seeing this, An Yan quickly got up and went to help.
As soon as An Yan supported him, he knew that his future father-in-law was pretending to be asleep, but he didn't point out that he followed the maid behind the screen.
There was no one else behind the screen, only a piano and a painting.
An Yan only glanced at it and was attracted by the content of the painting. It was a portrait, somewhat crude. A man was sitting in front of a low table, holding a pastry in one hand and feeding it with his mouth wide open. The other hand was placed underneath and he continued to estimate. It's because I'm afraid the debris will fall off.
this is me?
An Yan looked around, but saw no one again.
At this time, Wenren Yunjian yawned and stretched, as if he was drunk or just woke up.
"My dear nephew, help me to the couch and rest for a while."
An Yan held his arm and suddenly said with a smile: "My uncle drinks so much that he makes the beautiful woman sad. He might as well have composed a song just now without appearing so heartless."
Wenren Yunjian chuckled: "I haven't written poetry for more than ten years, and I have stopped writing poetry a long time ago."
An Yan couldn't help but be startled, these words sounded a bit strange.
After Wenren Yunjian sat on the bed, he lay down directly and said again: "There is a side door at the back, and there is a staircase going down."
An Yan became thoughtful when he heard the words. He glanced at the portrait, took a step back and bowed and said, "Uncle, please take a rest. My nephew is leaving."
After that, he turned around and looked for the side door. After pushing it open, he saw a staircase built outside the attic, leading directly to the courtyard below.
An Yan walked down slowly and saw a maid standing in front of a room door, looking at her with her eyes open.
After thinking about it, An Yan walked up and asked, "Is your lady in there?"
But the maid smiled and said: "How does Mr. An know whose family I belong to? Which young lady are you asking about?"
An Yan said, "You were the one playing the piano inside just now, right?"
Huan Xi was suddenly surprised and said, "Have you seen us?"
An Yan shook his head and said, "I just think you should be the one behind the screen. In that case, you were the one who played the piano at the last poetry meeting."
Huanxi rolled his eyes, stepped aside and said, "Miss is inside."
An Yanxiao asked: "Which family is the lady from?"
Huanxi Yingying smiled and said, "Of course it's the lady you want to 'meet'."
She emphasized the word "meet" specially, and An Yan guessed that she had seen the letter she had replied to.
An Yan reached out and opened the door and walked in.
This is a study room, and there is a figure standing in front of the desk writing something.
Probably after hearing the door open, the man inside said, "Go get a new ink stick."
An Yan heard the sound and found an ink stick on the shelf nearby. She walked over quietly and saw that she was concentrating on writing, transcribing and transcribing the words Shen Rongxi had just written.
She should have recorded it behind the screen when Wenren Yunjian was reading aloud just now, and then came down to copy it again.
An Yan pulled the inkstone, put the ink stick in and gently ground it. Wenren Jinping also noticed something was wrong and was surprised when he raised his head.
"You...why are you here?"
Wenren Jinping subconsciously took a step back, and then his face turned red.
"Don't you want me to get you an ink stick?"
"I'm Jean Huanxi...I'm asking you why you're here. Shouldn't you be upstairs?" Wenren Jinping pursed his lips and asked.
"Uncle asked me to come."
"Daddy, he..."
"Uncle probably didn't want to deal with these people, so he excused himself from drinking too much and left the banquet. I followed him out."
Wenren Jinping thought for a while and said, "Dad doesn't like this kind of occasion very much now. The purpose of organizing this poetry meeting is to let me... meet the layman Nan Chuang."
She wanted to say before getting married, but looking at An Yan in front of her, she hid the words again.
Wenren Jinping thought for a moment and said, "You... why don't you go back first? It's weird to leave so rashly."
At this time, An Yan had no idea of continuing to participate in the poetry meeting. Looking at the beauty in front of him, he suddenly smiled and asked, "Why is Sister Jinping secretly painting me?"
Wenren Jinping's face turned even redder: "You... saw it!"
Her heart was pounding, wondering why this person suddenly called her "Sister Jinping" again. She didn't call her "Sister Jinping" before, but now she calls her again. It sounds weird.
Both of them are engaged, and according to etiquette, it is not appropriate to meet before the wedding date.
But I invited him to attend the poetry party.
Her thoughts were in a mess and she said, "I saw how funny you were when you were eating, so I drew it casually."
An Yan suddenly realized: "It turns out that Sister Jinping has been looking at me just now."
"..."
Wenren Jinping couldn't stand the direct and enthusiastic provocation of the person in front of him. He took a step back and looked away: "You... you better go back. I will go back later."
An Yan shook his head: "What are you going to do? Look at those people surrounding Nanchuang Lay? It's better to be here."
Wenren Jinping said: "That's Shen Rong's knee. It's normal for people to have admiration and admiration for her."
An Yan looked at her directly and said, "I don't have one."
Wenren Jinping suddenly felt his heart tremble, thinking how could this man speak so boldly and openly, and not be ashamed at all?
Even unmarried couples should wait...wait after that...
Wenren Jinping continued the topic and said softly: "The people who come to the poetry fair are all famous people in the literary world. It is good to get to know more people. If you can write a famous poem on such an occasion, it will also be convenient for Jin Dynasty in the future." body."
What she said is true. It plays a big role in poetry gatherings.
It's a pity that poetry meetings are common, but shocking poems are not often used.
An Yan shook his head and said, "I don't care about those false reputations."
Even if he cared, he couldn't write randomly. Otherwise, if he copied something that was inappropriate and unsatisfactory, it would be difficult to explain and cause a lot of trouble.
Wenren Jinping couldn't help but look disappointed when he heard this.
Seeing this, An Yan suddenly thought that both Yu Jingtang and Yu Huanzhang had said that women like Wenren Jinping were extremely high-spirited.
The reason why the two of them look so ambiguous now is because they are engaged to each other. This is something that cannot be changed. Women in this era are very accepting of such things, so Wenren Jinping does not reject An Yan.
Even if An Yan is an uneducated person, she will only have more resistance in her heart. Her parents' orders are something that has been instilled in her mind since she was a child, and it is difficult to change.
An Yan turned back to the table, looked at the lyrics that Wenren Jinping had just copied, and said, "But if Sister Jinping wants me to write a song, I can't."
Wenren Jinping was suddenly startled and couldn't help but look up at him again.
An Yan found a brand new piece of paper, picked up the pen, and smiled at her.
"Sister Jinping, this is not written because of this poetry meeting, but just for you."
Wenren Jinping's throat moved, but he didn't say anything. He just stared blankly at him writing on the paper.
"The fine clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels far away in secret."
"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win. There are countless people in the world..."
Wenren Jinping felt his heart began to tremble uncontrollably, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.
This bad guy, can you please stop calling me sister...
