One fifth of the scarlet incense was burned. Amid the curling white smoke, Zhu Ping'an was concentrating on painting.
Zhu Ping'an writes very attentively, which is also his habit. He does not miss any details of every stroke of the pen and every line.
The wedding dress Zhu Ping'an was wearing was the same set as the one Li Shu was wearing. It was a bright red cross-collared, wide-sleeved robe with wide edges of wedding patterns embroidered with gold thread on the collar and cuffs. There was a black gold-studded belt around the waist, with jade pendants and sachets hanging from it, making it look very luxurious.
This outfit adds a touch of luxury to the ordinary-looking Zhu Ping'an, while his concentration in painting adds to his connotation.
In this way, you can be both a gentleman with both inner and outer qualities.
The maids guarding the second entrance started to chatter quietly as they watched Zhu Ping'an writing with his brush. Some said the son-in-law had handsome handwriting; some said the son-in-law was so gentle, treating the brush and ink so gently; some said the son-in-law was like a general, holding the brush like a gun, moving forward without hesitation, decisive and resolute, without changing a single thing...
Amid the chattering of the maids, Zhu Ping'an put down the last stroke, gently lifted the brush, paused it lightly, then lifted the brush back up, and then put the brush back into the pen holder. The whole movement was smooth and elegant.
"Okay, thank you for passing the message." After putting the brush back, Zhu Ping'an bowed and said to the maids guarding the door.
“That’s fast.”
"The incense has only been burning for a short while."
One little girl opened her mouth wide. She only saw Zhu Ping'an close his eyes and think for a while, then open his eyes and start writing. Before she could say a few words to her sisters, she saw Zhu Ping'an had finished writing. She couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise.
"Is it finished already?" A little girl looked surprised.
"You wrote it so quickly. If you don't write it well, you won't be able to get in." The little girl kindly reminded Zhu Ping'an, "It's still early. You can think about it again. If you send it to the young lady, you can't change it."
"No thanks, thanks for the reminder." Zhu Ping'an bowed again.
"That's right, my son-in-law is the top scholar." The little girl nodded, suddenly realizing, and then went to watch and collect the papers written by Zhu Ping'an.
"Oh, my uncle's handwriting is really good."
When the little girls saw Zhu Ping'an's handwriting for the first time, their eyes lit up and they were full of praise. Although most of them were illiterate, they could generally tell the quality of the handwriting. Anyway, they had never seen handwriting better than Zhu Ping'an's.
Among these maids, there were two who could read. They took the opportunity to put away Zhu Ping'an's writings and read through what he had written.
"Huh?" The two girls opened their mouths in surprise when they saw the first sentence written by Zhu Ping'an.
Then look down
Before their little mouths were closed, their faces gradually turned red, and then became redder and redder... ... After reading Zhu Ping'an's writing, the two girls' faces were as red as monkeys' butts.
"What's wrong?" Seeing this, the other girls nearby asked curiously. At this time, they regretted not studying and learning to read with them.
"No, nothing." The two girls shook their heads. There were some things they couldn't say. "Let's go and give it to the young lady."
About a minute later, the door of the bridal chamber was knocked open by the personal maid who was guarding the door, and then a piece of paper with words on it was handed in.
"Miss, Miss, your husband has finished writing so quickly." After the chubby little maid took the paper handed to her from outside the door, she came to the pretty girl and handed the paper to her like offering a treasure.
"What's the point of writing quickly?" The pretty girl curled her lips in disapproval, but her slender hands took the paper without any hesitation.
After taking the paper, the pretty girl's dark eyes could not wait to fall on the paper, and the ink on the paper appeared in the girl's eyes without reservation:
Whether you see me or not, I am there, neither sad nor happy; whether you miss me or not, the love is there, neither coming nor going;
Whether you love me or not, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing; whether you follow me or not, my hand is in yours, never giving up or abandoning;
Come into my arms,
or,
Let me live in your heart.
Silently, in love;
Silence, joy.
When the pretty girl saw the ink, she first opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised by the style of this writing which was different from the poems and songs of this era. As the ink went down, her pretty face flushed and her heart beat like a deer.
Whether you see me or not, I will be there, neither sad nor happy...
"What are you showing off..."
After reading the first sentence, the pretty girl couldn't help but pout and grumble. What do you mean? Why are you so arrogant? It's none of my business whether you are outside the door or not! Whether I see you or not, I'm neither sad nor happy... ... Then you might as well stay outside the door for the rest of your life!
As you look down, the beautiful girl's expressions become more and more varied. She pouts and rolls her eyes, but her pretty face becomes redder and her heartbeat becomes faster and faster.
Whether you miss me or not, the love is there, it neither comes nor goes... ... You wish, who misses you!
Whether you love me or not, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing... ... Whoever loves you is just being sentimental!
Come to my arms, or, let me live in your heart... ... How can you be so overbearing? Why should I either come to your arms or let you live in my heart? ! How shameless! Who wants to come to your arms, but not you to live in my heart!
What is love? How come this villain is written so straightforwardly? But how come this villain touches people's hearts...
This piece of writing was completely beyond the beautiful girl's expectations. All the poems and songs she had seen before were implicit, but suddenly there was such a bold and overbearing modern poem, which went straight to her thoughts and touched her heart.
The impact of such a piece of writing on her was beyond her imagination.
This feeling is a bit like a modern innocent girl suddenly hearing the old driver Zhang Yu say, "You come up, if you don't come up, I'll come up."
To the pretty girl, this poem seemed like a token of love.
It was as if Zhu Pingan was standing in front of her and announcing: You see me or not, you miss me or not, you love me or not, you follow me or not... ... it doesn't matter, from today on, we are married, love and affection exist. Either you come to my arms, or I go to your heart, we love each other and are happy.
So domineering.
At least, that's how the pretty girl felt.
Perhaps, every girl has a dream of becoming a domineering president, whether in modern or ancient times, whether strong or weak.
Anyway, seeing this poem, the beautiful girl felt relieved. Although they were engaged and married, she was still worried. But now, the stinky toad has no objection to marriage, and they want to love each other and be happy.
"Miss, would you please let the son-in-law enter through the second gate?" asked the chubby little maid.
"Come in." The pretty girl pouted, "How dare I let my mother-in-law dislike me?" (To be continued.)