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The Xiangjiang River flows northwards, and the bleak west wind blows, chilling the body. The maple leaves on Yuelu Mountain are as red as the rosy clouds in the sky. It should be the season of snow in the north, but in Changsha, it still feels like late autumn.
Qin Mu and his family were on a boat alone. Yang Zhi wore a pomegranate red plain silk jacket and a white satin cape with a pattern of clouds and water and golden dragons. Her waist was slender and her smile was as beautiful as a orchid by the water.
Dong Xiaowan was wearing a cross-collar silk gown with lavender polka dots and a lotus-green brocade skirt with a gilded pattern. She stood alone and graceful, like a white lotus emerging from clear water.
One of them is beautiful and virtuous, the other is elegant and fragrant. Both are graceful and attractive beauties. Standing together, they are even more beautiful.
The sails were raised, the bow plowed through the clear waves, and went downstream to the north. After staying in the city for a long time, Qin Mu suddenly had to go on a long journey. He felt a sense of relief and joy as if his heart was suddenly enlightened.
"Girl, bring some wine. It's rare that we have such a leisurely journey. I want to drink three cups to relieve my feelings." These words were naturally said by Master Qin to Yun Qiaoer. In this world, only Yun Qiaoer still called her Master, and Qin Mu only called himself Master in front of her, just like when they first met Jinling.
"Sir, it's not enough to just drink. You haven't written a poem for a long time. If someone brings wine, you have to write a poem. Well, at least it has to be better than 'Such a starry night, for whom do I stand in the wind and dew all night'."
"Who said I haven't written a poem in a long time? I am now writing epic poems every day. Do you understand?"
"I don't understand. Anyway, this doesn't count."
The little girl giggled and ran to the stern to get the wine. Yang Zhi hesitated, biting her lips and blushing. When she was in Ganzhou, because of the poem mentioned by Qiao'er, she couldn't help but run to the outside of the bedroom in the east wing in the early morning, and the rose thorns caught her skirt... ... ... .
Seeing her blushing face, Qin Mu was so adorable that he couldn't help but put his arm around her shoulders and said with a smile, "My dear, as a wife, do you think I should be honest with my husband?"
In front of Dong Xiaowan, Yang Zhi felt even more embarrassed when her husband held her shoulders. The shame on her face became even more intense. She nodded unconsciously.
"Well, you shouldn't lie to your husband. This is your duty as a wife. My wife, let me ask you now, that morning... that morning when your skirt was caught by the rose thorns. What were you doing outside the yard?"
"Husband, you..." Yang Zhi was embarrassed.
"Hehe, don't tell me it's really because the air is good in the morning that the roses are blooming so beautifully."
"Ah." Yang Zhi covered her red face with her hands. "Qiao'er, I don't know where the wine is. I'll go get it..." Yang Zhi broke free from Qin Mu's arms and ran to the stern of the cabin.
"Ma'am, go slower, go slower. Be careful not to fall... Hahaha!"
Although Dong Xiaowan didn't know the whole story, she could roughly guess the outline from Qin Mu's words. As a woman, it was impossible for Dong Xiaowan to not envy Yang Zhi. Qin Mu's kindness to Yang Zhi was not artificial at all. This little joke between husband and wife made people feel warm. Although Yang Zhi was shy on the surface, she must be full of honey in her heart.
When Qiao'er took out the wine, there was no sign of Yang Zhi. Qin Mu laughed again. Qiao'er didn't know what happened and asked curiously, "Master, what did you say to Sister Zhi'er just now? She blushed like that."
"Nothing, she can't drink much."
"But she didn't drink?"
"But she smells of alcohol."
"Young Master, you are lying, hahaha... Well, drink quickly, and then write a poem."
Qin Mu raised his hand and gave her a slap on the forehead, saying unhappily: "Is there anyone like you? You just gave me a pot of wine and asked me to drink it. How can I have wine without fun? Serve me three or two side dishes, and then, with the red sleeves, fragrant cups, green clouds and mist, I can get drunk with my spring breeze pen and write poetically... ... Don't think that I won't indulge in sensual pleasures, extravagance and debauchery..."
Yun Qiao'er was stunned by what he said, her bright eyes widened like copper bells. Qin Mu raised his hand and said, "Why, didn't you understand? Silly girl."
"I'll go call Sister Zhier." The little girl seemed unable to digest what Qin Mu had just said. Even if she could, she couldn't do it, so she hurried to get help.
After a while, Yang Zhi really made two or three side dishes and placed them on the small table in the cabin. She was still obviously a little embarrassed and did not dare to meet Qin Mu's eyes. After placing the dishes, she pressed Dong Xiaowan to sit next to Qin Mu and wanted to escape. Qin Mu would not let her succeed. He grabbed her wrist and smiled, "Madam, where are you going?"
"My dear, I will ask them to make two more side dishes..."
"Alright, alright, I won't ask you about what happened that morning. Hahaha... Sit down quickly." Qin Mu pulled her to sit on his left.
Qiao'er squeezed over and took Yang Zhi's arm and said with a smile: "Sister Zhi'er, don't you like the young master's poems? He promised to write poems for him, don't you want to listen?"
On the right was Dong Xiaowan, on the left was Yang Zhi, now Qin Mu could be said to be surrounded by red and green, with red sleeves and fragrant cups, and green clouds and mist. He drank a long cup, smiled heroically and said: "Isn't it just writing poetry? Listen carefully."
"Okay, I'm listening, sir, please do it quickly." The little girl reacted the fastest. She immediately sat up straight and pretended to listen attentively.
Mr. Qin pretended to pour himself another cup, then held the cup in his hand, and posed coolly before chanting aloud: "Standing alone in the cold autumn, the Xiang River flows north, at the head of Orange Island. Look at the mountains all red, the forests dyed in all colors; the river is clear and blue, and hundreds of boats compete for the current. Eagles fly in the sky, fish swim in the shallows, and all kinds of creatures compete for freedom in the frosty sky. I feel sad and ask the vast earth, who controls the rise and fall?"
Qin Mu stopped reciting, and the cabin was silent for a moment. Yang Zhi and Dong Xiaowan were both immersed in the artistic conception of the poem. Only Yun Qiaoer was not attracted. She blinked her eyes as bright as stars, and asked Dong Xiaowan softly, whether intentionally or unintentionally, "Sister Dong, is the young master's poem good?"
"Okay." Dong Xiaowan responded without thinking, and her expression immediately looked a little embarrassed. There was some discord between her and Qin Mu. If she had not been immersed in the artistic conception of this poem just now, she would not have answered yes without thinking.
Whether she is willing to admit it or not, this poem vividly presents a high, vast, majestic and magnificent magnificent scene through the description of a series of scenes, and then ends with the sentence "Who controls the rise and fall of the vast earth?" which instantly pushes the artistic conception to the climax. There are only a few poems with such unrestrained and heroic spirit in the whole Ming Dynasty.
"Husband, where is the next verse? Recite it quickly." Yang Zhi's eyes were filled with clear waves. If Dong Xiaowan and Qiao'er had not been present, she would have lost control of her excitement and would have fallen into her husband's arms.
"Poetry comes from the heart. Madam, do you think such a poem needs a sequel?" Qin Mu's words made Yang Zhi feel both right and wrong. She bit her lower lip and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Outside the cabin, the city walls and mountain walls gradually receded, the misty river waves were vast and mighty, and as the sky gradually became gloomy, it began to rain. Yang Zhi wanted to record Qin Mu's new work, and Dong Xiaowan went to grind ink.
After the two of them finished recording, they couldn't help but savor it carefully over there. Qin Mu and Qiao'er were left at the small table. They looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Then the little girl threw herself into Qin Mu's arms, and while he was urging her to drink, she smiled and said, "Sir, you wrote an anti-poem."
"You're asking for a beating if you rebel against me." Qin Mu turned her over and patted her little butt twice. Qiao'er's little head kept nodding in his arms, but the amazing thing was that she could still accurately pour the wine into the glass and hand it to Qin Mu. This is not something that most people can do.
There was nothing else to do on the boat, so Qin Mu opened his arms and played with her for a while, facing the misty river and drinking a lot of wine.
By noon, the fleet had traveled dozens of miles. Qin Mu was a little drunk, so he went into the cabin and slept with his quilt. He didn't know how long he slept. Dimly, he felt someone tuck in the quilt for him. Qin Mu thought it was Yang Zhi, so he put his arms around her soft waist and held her in his arms.
"ah!"
A soft cry was heard, and Qin Mu realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Dong Xiaowan who was in his arms and looked a little flustered.
Qin Mu subconsciously loosened his hand, and then, without waiting for Dong Xiaowan to struggle, he seemed to change his mind and hugged Dong Xiaowan tighter. At the same time, he lifted the quilt and covered her under the warm quilt, letting her curvy body stick tightly to him, and his big hand naturally stroked her perky buttocks... ... ...
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ps: I wish you all happiness and success in everything. Congratulations on making a fortune. Here are the red envelopes.
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