The summer is leisurely and the red sleeves add fragrance.
During the past few days in Linhuai Marquis's Mansion, Zhu Ping'an read books, practiced calligraphy, studied Wang Xue, and occasionally played with the naughty children and little girls. His life was leisurely and comfortable. Of course, it would be better if the weather was not so hot.
Although there were several basins of crushed ice in the study to cool it down and maids fanning the room, the effect was not as significant as that of modern air conditioning.
Miss the modern times.
Withered vines, old trees, crows, air conditioning, WIFI, watermelon, and the same sofa as Ge You. When the sun sets, I lie down there.
Naughty kids and little girls often come here. Being young and ignorant, he finally understands the meaning of the phrase "the world is dangerous" through his personal experience these days.
Li Shu also liked to stay in the study, half leaning on the couch, sitting opposite the desk, looking through account books, or holding a book of poetry.
"Sima Xiangru is also a treacherous and heartless villain."
Li Shu sat opposite Zhu Ping'an, holding a volume of poetry in her slender hands. She turned to a page and couldn't help but frowned and curled her cherry lips in disdain.
There are two poems on this page, neither of which is in standard poetic style. The first one is a numerical poem written by Sima Xiangru to Zhuo Wenjun in the capital: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, hundred, thousand, and ten thousand.
"Why can't I understand this poem?" The little maidservant bit her fingers, looking puzzled.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, hundred, ten thousand, and millions are all there, except for 100 million (memory). The heart of the man is cold and the complacent Sima Xiangru is dazzled by the world of pleasure. He has no memories of his wife Zhuo Wenjun, who used to sell wine and shared weal and woe with him. He intends to divorce her and marry another one." Li Shu put down the poem, still despising Sima Xiangru.
"Ah, this Sima is really an ungrateful man. Isn't Zhuo Wenjun very pitiful?" The chubby little maidservant looked suddenly enlightened. She followed her mistress in despising Sima Xiangru and at the same time felt sorry for Zhuo Wenjun.
"Zhuo Wenjun's talent far surpassed Sima Xiangru's. After reading the letter, she asked the messenger to have a cup of tea. In that time, she wrote a digital poem in reply and asked the messenger to take it back to the capital to show the unfaithful man. After reading the letter, the unfaithful man felt extremely ashamed and gave up the idea of divorcing his wife. From then on, the two lived together until old age." Li Shu replied with a little emotion, holding a scroll of poems, her dark eyes fell on Zhuo Wenjun's reply:
After we parted, we missed each other, saying it was only three or four months, but who knew it was five or six years. I had no heart to play the seven-stringed zither, no eight-line letter to pass on, the nine-link chain was broken in the middle, I looked at you from the ten-mile long pavilion with my eyes wide open, a hundred thoughts and a thousand concerns, I can only blame you for all my helplessness.
There are so many words to say, I am so bored that I lean against the railing, I climb up to see the lone goose on Double Ninth Festival, the moon is full in August but people are not, I burn incense and candles to ask the heavens on Mid-Autumn Festival, and I feel cold when everyone fans themselves in the dog days of June. In May, the pomegranates are as red as fire, but they are watered by cold rain, and in April, the loquats are not yet yellow, but I want to look in the mirror and feel confused. Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water. Drifting, the kite string breaks in February, ah! My dear, I wish you would be a woman and I would be a man in the next life.
"Isn't that a happy ending?" The worry on the little maid's face turned into joy.
"If your heart has changed, what good will it do to grow old together? It will only add to your troubles. What do you think, husband?" Li Shu shook her head and glanced at Zhu Ping'an.
Why does this feel like a preventive measure
After listening to this, Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly and nodded. He said that he was not Sima Xiangru and would not do anything like Sima Xiangru.
"What about you? If you were Zhuo Wenjun, what would you do?" Zhu Ping'an put down the book in his hand and asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, miss, what would you do?" The chubby little maid standing by was also very curious.
"If I were Zhuo Wenjun..." Li Shu smiled sweetly and glanced at Zhu Ping'an, her ink-black eyes gleaming with charm.
What a charmer she is, her smile is so charming, her face is as red as peach blossoms, her smile is enough to captivate the whole country.
"Well, what would Miss do?" the chubby little maid asked, nodding her head.
"I will go to the capital in person, throw this reply letter in front of that pair of dogs, and then turn around and leave." Li Shu's watery eyes were smiling, coquettish and charming, as clear as blue waves. Her cherry lips were slightly open, and the curve was as perfect as a crescent moon.
"Ah? It's that simple, and then what? Isn't that too easy for them?" The chubby little maid opened her mouth in surprise and shook her head vigorously. She felt that her mistress was too kind and would never help those two bastards.
"Then throw away their heads. You can't make soup with them..." Li Shu spread her hands, the curve of her mouth was so perfect.
Ahem...
It turns out that this is Li Shu's vaccination...
Zhu Ping'an, who was drinking tea on the other side of the desk, was caught off guard and choked on his drink, starting to cough.
He turned around and left, and it turned out that he had broken his head.
Well, this is very Li Shu, it is Li Shu's style.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?" Li Shu looked at Zhu Ping'an with a smile and asked in a soft voice. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were filled with charming green waves. She looked at Zhu Ping'an's face, and her voice was full of concern.
"No, nothing." Zhu Ping'an shook his head and smiled.
The little maidservant Baozi had a long reaction arc. She only reacted at this time. She uttered a cry, opened her mouth wide, covered her mouth with her hands, and looked shocked. "Ah... Turned around and left. It turned out that you broke your head, Miss..."
"What else?" Li Shu rolled her eyes, looking full of energy and cute.
This vaccine is really a breath of fresh air in the mudslide. Zhu Pingan couldn't help but smile.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Li Shu glanced at Zhu Ping'an and asked with a pout.
"Haha, do you know who are the unfaithful men among the great poets of Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Han fu, besides Sima Xiangru?" Zhu Ping'an asked with a smile.
Um
Among the great poets of the Tang and Song dynasties, are there any famous unfaithful men
Li Shu was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and said, "Yuan Zhen is. The Story of Yingying is his prototype. For fame, he abandoned Cui Yingying, which is the most heartless and immoral. It's a pity that he could write 'Once you have seen the sea, all other waters are but puddles; except for the Wushan Mountains, all other clouds are but mists'. He is such a hypocritical villain, insulting the pure word of loyalty for nothing."
Well, indeed, Yuan Zhen is a typical unfaithful poet who plays with feelings. Although he has many works that have been passed down through the ages, he is as famous as Bai Juyi and is called "Yuan Bai". However, he is a good poet, but he is a scumbag. He said "My virtue is not enough to defeat the evil, so I have to endure my feelings" and abandoned "Shuangwen" (the prototype of Cui Yingying in "The Story of Yingying"). His attitude towards feelings has always made Zhu Ping'an very disgusted.
"Also, some people hide very deeply, but they are typical unfaithful people." Zhu Ping'an nodded with a smile and guided.
And? Hidden deep
Li Shu nodded and lowered her head, trying hard to recall, but she didn't have much of a clue.
There have been some romantic affairs of poets in history, but since they were just love between men and women, they cannot be considered as unfaithful.