People are picturesque, there are people in the painting, Ji Man stared blankly, thinking that the pampered men in ancient times were all handsome and slender fingers, they don't need to work at all, their hands are very beautiful.
Ning Mingjie is also a smart person, so he should not do such a thing that hurts others and does not benefit himself. Writing lyrics with the concubine of the Hou's mansion is not very pleasant to hear. Although Ning Yuxuan shouldn't care too much, maybe even thank her for helping him stabilize his rival.
Ji Man looked away, and continued to listen to Er Rong's gossip to relieve boredom.
The recent turnover on the fifth floor of Luoyan Pagoda has surpassed that of the top floor, and even the current prince came to write lyrics in person, which gave Luoyan Pagoda great face. The shopkeeper saw that the prince could not write the next line, so he was anxious to find the person who wrote the upper line that day. It's no fun if the prince can't write it down, it won't save face, what if the Luoyan Pagoda is demolished!
But they were destined to not find Ji Man, so the prince issued a notice to ask for the next tie.
Ning Yuxuan looked at the adverb hanging in the middle of the lobby, his brows never loosened. That character is very well written, there are not many people in the world who can use this type of font, and Ning Mingjie is one of them. But Ning Mingjie seldom wrote, and he was not sure that it was written by him, even though Nie Sangyu went out with them a few days ago and visited Luoyan Pagoda.
Maybe he thought too much, how could Mingjie write such words.
It was getting late, and no one could write the title, so the prince went back to the mansion, and Ning Yuxuan also went back to the Hou's mansion, intending to see how Nie Sangyu's injury was.
"Master Hou, Master Ling made dim sum, which is your favorite. Please go to Jiyue Courtyard." Silan came to block the way halfway, and knelt in front of Mo Yuhou, as if you would not go to the slaves if you don't go to the slaves. look like.
Only then did Ning Yuxuan remember that he seemed to have been in Feiwan Pavilion for too long, and he hadn't seen anyone else for a long time. Nie Sangyu might not be able to bear such favoritism.
"Let's go," he said.
Silan happily welcomed him to Jiyue Courtyard, Qi Siling was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard, his face was a little red from the cold, but when he saw him coming, his eyes lit up brightly again.
"Lord Hou."
The beauty has no bones in her waist, bows down gracefully, her eyes are shining, she is extremely wronged.
Ning Yuxuan smiled faintly: "Why are you waiting outside, it's such a cold day, let's go inside."
Qi Siling squeezed the handkerchief, and said in a low voice: "It's good to see Master Hou more, I don't feel cold."
Qi Siling is a generous and sensible person, he never asks for favors from him, and he handles things generously and decently, that's why he handed over the power of managing affairs in the mansion to her before.
"My body is freezing, it still makes my heart hurt." Ning Yuxuan took her hand and walked into the house.
Qi Siling smiled softly, followed him to sit down at the table, and put the freshly made snacks by his hand: "Master Hou, try it."
Ning Yuxuan felt that she had something to say, so he ate the Wuren Crisp quietly without urging her. When the third piece was eaten, Qi Siling finally spoke: "I heard that Master Biao is good at writing. I always feel that something is missing on the wall of the old lady's bedroom. Why don't you ask Master Biao to write a line of calligraphy?" It also made the old lady happy."
"When will you meddle in such nosy things?" Mo Yuhou put down his slack, slightly displeased: "Master Biao is a guest when he comes, how can he ask a guest to do such a thing?"
Qi Siling bit her lips, thought about her words, and said, "Didn't this concubine hear the people in the old lady's yard say that Master Biao's handwriting is beautiful, and that he was hung in the Luoyan Pagoda, and has attracted a lot of attention recently? Is it Ning? The family members, the old lady is also happy to hear the news, but I just want to please."
Ning Yuxuan was slightly taken aback, the words on the pagoda were really written by Ning Mingjie? Never heard him mention it.
But the crown prince couldn't hide his face at the Luoyan Pagoda today. If it was really written by Mingjie, it would be considered a favor for him to ask him if he would come and send it to the crown prince.
Thinking of this, Ning Yuxuan sat in Jiyue Courtyard for a while, then turned and went to Nanyuan.
Ning Mingjie took Mei Shangxue and is carefully sealing it up for future use. Ning Errong was wandering by the side, still muttering: "Brother, you have also reached the age of getting married, don't always think about finding a perfect sister-in-law, I see Miss Li who sent a letter to invite you in the past two days It’s not bad, people are at least courageous.”
"And didn't daddy say that he has a good friend's daughter? I heard that the appearance is also good, so you don't go to see him for anything? If daddy is in a hurry and directly marry someone into the door for you, you can only marry her." It’s only in the bridal chamber that you know what the bride looks like.”
"You are so long-winded." Ning Mingjie turned his head and poked Errong's forehead lightly: "Don't worry about your own marriage, but worry about me instead."
"Aren't I already married, and you don't have a shadow yet!" Ning Errong pouted and said, "Seniority is orderly, you haven't married the main wife yet, how can I get married?"
Ning Mingjie shook his head lightly: "Father doesn't care about me, so you can rest easy."
Ning Errong wanted to say more, but Bai Zhi said outside: "Master, Marquis Moyu is here."
"Cousin?" Ning Errong turned to look at the person who came in curiously: "Why are you here?"
Ning Yuxuan smiled without talking nonsense, and said directly: "I just came back from Luoyan Pagoda and saw Mingjie's good handwriting, so I came here."
Ning Mingjie's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't feel sorry for Mo Yuhou, he already hated Nie Sangyu. Hearing her romantic relationship with other men, would he hate her even more
Thinking of Nie Sangyu's pale face, Ning Mingjie felt a little embarrassed. Admit that he wrote it? He can't be sorry.
I was thinking about what to do, but I forgot that there was a carefree younger sister next to me. When Mo Yuhou asked about this matter, she hurriedly said something nice to Sang Yu: "Brother, how can you have such a heart? Cousin, don't you?" I know, that word was written by Sang Yu, my cousin was just a ghostwriter."
After the words fell, the room was silent for a while. The smile on Ning Yuxuan's face did not change, but his eyes slowly turned cold: "Written by Sang Yu?"
"That's right, the old lady allowed us to go out of the house together that day. Sang Yu and his brother were on the fifth floor. When they saw someone asking for a speech, Sang Yu went to show off their skills!" Ning Errong didn't think there was anything wrong with this matter: " After all, she is from a scholarly family, and Sang Yu actually has a lot of ink in her belly, why are you always prejudiced against her, cousin."
There is a conspicuous ink blotch on the word that has been praised by others. At that time, someone was discussing how the ink blob came from. He heard a scholar beside him jokingly say: "That is the heart of Hongsu's daughter, you vulgar thing." , how do you know the mood of a beauty?"
At that time, he was thinking about the next sentence with the prince in the elegant room, so he didn't pay attention to this sentence. Now it seems that the ball of ink may have been drawn by Sang Yu. Why don't you dare to write it yourself, and have Ning Mingjie do it for you? Are you afraid that he will recognize her handwriting? Why bother, he doesn't care about her showing up in public, anyway, Nie Sangyu has been humiliated not once or twice, and many people in the capital know her.
Thinking like this, it is inevitable that I still feel uncomfortable.
When he returned to Feiwan Pavilion, Ji Man was already drinking porridge, and seeing him come in, he almost choked on himself.
"Why are you here again?"
Listen to this, it's useless for him to take care of her these two days, right? Fortunately, he felt ashamed and decided to treat her better, so she wished he wouldn't come
Angry in his heart, and a little concerned, Mo Yuhou's expression was not very good, he stood at the door for a while and then went out.
He came and went, apparently annoyed by her. Ji Man stuck out her tongue, she couldn't blame her for saying such an inappropriate sentence out of control. Ning Yuxuan has been really good these two days, and she has let go of a lot of grievances in her heart. As long as he doesn't hold her against her so much in the future, he can still get along well.
Mo Yuhou left, and after a while, Gui Bai beside him came over and said, "Master Hou asked Master Sang to write the next part of the poem."
Sang Yu was startled, how did he know about this? But then he patted his chest again, and he didn't make any trouble to her just now, which meant that he didn't particularly mind. Isn't that a big deal, she doesn't have much status in Ning Yuxuan's heart, so she shouldn't cause him dissatisfaction.
Anyway, she can count on giving him a face, okay
Ji Man asked Clover to take the pen and ink, but handwriting was a big problem after all. She didn't know if anyone had seen Nie Sangyu's handwriting. Anyway, her handwriting was crooked, and it didn't look like a lady's handwriting.
"Master Guibai, do you know how to write?" Ji Man carefully looked at the expressionless servant beside him.
Gui Bai paused, and said, "Master Sang can't write?"
"No, I'm still sick, and I don't have the strength in my hands." Ji Man held his forehead and pretended to be weak: "Come on, I'll read."
Guibai saw that she was really weak, so he kindly took the pen.
"Jeff, Qing Yunsheng, is about to drink, don't stop drinking.
A song with Junge, please listen to me.
Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I hope I won’t wake up after being drunk.
The ancient sages are lonely, but the drinkers leave their names.
When Chen Wang was in the old days, he had a feast of feasts and feasts.
Why does the master say that he has less money, and he has to sell it to the king.
Five-flowered horse, Qianjinqiu,
Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you. "
While reading with guilt, Ji Man changed the names of Li Bai's two friends in the original text to Ning Mingjie and Nie Qingyun, so that it was more like what she wrote, otherwise if Mo Yuhou asked Mr. Cen and Dan Which wild man Qiu Sheng was, how would she answer
After Guibai finished writing, the expression in his eyes was extremely complicated. He stared at Jiman for a long time, as if he didn't quite believe that such words were written by her.
Ji Man supported her forehead and went back to bed to rest. Naturally, such a mind is not something she can have, but she is the only one in this era. Who can prove that she plagiarized
In the evening, Ning Yuxuan went to Mu Shuiqing's place, but still didn't even take a step to Rose Garden. Ji Man felt that it was almost time for Wen Wan to explode.
It's just that I don't know what kind of method this kind and lovely heroine in the old novels will use to win back Mo Yuhou's heart
"Master Hou, Madam went to hang out in the garden after dinner." Nanny Liu still played the role of eyeliner, but this time the object of surveillance was Wen Wan.
Sitting in Mu Shuiqing's courtyard, Mo Yuhou pursed his lips and said, "Is there anything you want to bring to me?"
"Go back to Lord Marquis, no." Nanny Liu said honestly.