Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Chapter 29 Was Discovered

The days pass by in a hurry, what should be learned and what should not be learned, Ruixue has almost learned everything.

It's just that the handwriting of dog planing still needs to be practiced.

In fact, Huaiyu has nothing to teach her, but she still comes to report to her every day unshakably.

The two of them had nothing to talk about, and each occupied one side of the small room.

Playing chess and writing, drinking tea and arranging flowers, doing their own things without interfering with each other.

If one day Huaiyu was in a good mood, she would ask Ruixue to go for a walk in the garden, but the two rarely talked.

If she is in a bad mood, she will keep her face long all day long, and the room will be overcast with water dripping out.

But Ruixue could see that Huaiyu was quite relaxed and comfortable with her.

She probably wanted to avoid Jiang Huai, so she just stayed by her side for a whole day.

The advantage is that the food is richer than before, and Jiang Ruiyun no longer dares to come to her yard to make a fuss.

The downside is that Huaiyu keeps a close eye on her, and it's not convenient for Ruixue to sneak to see Rui'an, or do other things.

The account books sent by the village, or things that need her to deal with, can only be handled by lighting the lamps at night.

Every time Huaiyu wanted to leave, Ruixue could see a trace of reluctance on her world-weary face.

Today's weather is fine, not too hot and windy.

Huaiyu came quite early, and hurriedly ran to the desk to flip through the manuscript paper Ruixue used to practice calligraphy.

Ruixue had just finished her breakfast when she entered the room and saw Huaiyu flipping through her desk.

"My writing is not very good, and the lady doesn't have to come to check it so early in the morning."

Huaiyu didn't look up, her eyes almost fell into the pile of ghostly symbols.

"Who says you can't write well? You write really well. I caught a glimpse of it when I was leaving yesterday, and I didn't even sleep well after thinking about it all night."

Ruixue touched her face: "Are you sure you're praising me, not mocking me? Are you sure it's not because you're bothered by being too ugly and didn't sleep well all night?"

She didn't even see the words she wrote.

The ones that Huaiyu is flipping through are the characters she just started practicing.

Because most of the characters here are traditional characters, she couldn't write well at all, and she had to write so many strokes.

I just silently wrote some Tang poems and Song Ci in simplified characters to practice my hand.

Thinking that the writing is almost done, and I am learning to write the characters here.

Huaiyu flipped the manuscript paper lightly, his eyes, like stagnant water, were actually sparkling.

There was a slight tremor in his tone: "The words you wrote are all wrong, but the strange thing is that I can understand the meaning of them. It reads flat and appropriate, and the rhymes match. It is an excellent poem."

Ruixue snickered, that's necessary, the nouns and phrases of poets and poets are not a joke.

Huaiyu finally raised her head to look at Ruixue, still clutching the stack of manuscript paper tightly in her hand.

"Did you make these yourself? Or did you hear them from somewhere? Where are the people who made these poems? Can you recommend them for me?"

Ruixue hadn't made up the story yet, so she was at a loss for words when Huaiyu asked her.

"I'm afraid it's impossible to recommend, because none of these people are locals."

Huaiyu was a little disappointed, but not discouraged.

"This sentence, 'Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.' What kind of river is this Yellow River, and where is it? What allusion does it come from?"

Without waiting for Ruixue to answer, she flipped through a few more pages of manuscript paper: "There is also this line, 'If you sing during the day, you must drink too much, and you can return to your hometown with the company of youth. That is, from Baxia to Wuxia, and then to Xiangyang to Luoyang.' This Baxia witch What is the name of the gorge, and where is the town of Xiangyang and Luoyang?"

After Huaiyu finished asking, she lowered her head and pondered, as if she didn't expect Ruixue to answer anything for her.

She was silent in the poems, feeling the magnificent artistic conception and the surging emotions of the poets at that time.

Spreading out a brand new manuscript paper, with a very pious attitude, he picked up a pen and began to copy the poems written by Rui Xuemo.

Ruixue, who was still struggling to make up stories, was left aside.

While copying, she chanted in a low voice, matching the rhythm that Ruixue couldn't understand, which was melodious and melodious.

It is even more exciting than the singing and opera that Ruixue has heard.

It turns out that the poems of the ancients read like this, and Ruixue seems to have opened the door to a new world.

Seeing Huaiyu getting more and more excited, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

Simply put down the pen, holding the manuscript paper, wandering around the room while reading, crying and laughing, it is simply too scary.

Rui Xue retreated slowly towards the door, didn't she just read a poem?It's so exciting, and it's not a scripture spell, so people are going crazy.

Huaiyu read straight: "Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. There is no place to talk about desolation in a lonely grave thousands of miles away.

Even if they meet, they should not know it, dusty face, temples like frost.

At night, You Meng suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window, dressing.There is nothing but tears.

It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. "

But he couldn't bear it anymore, dropped the manuscript paper, and burst into tears.

Ruixue, who had just reached the door, raised her hand to shut the mad Huaiyu and her wailing behind her.

And told the maids in the yard to stay away from everything, the eldest lady is hanging her voice in the house, it is best not to disturb her.

The one who served with Huaiyu seemed to have gotten used to it, walked a little farther, and was still busy with the things in hand.

Ruixue leaned on the porch in a daze, what's the matter.

The two of them got along quite tacitly, but now it's a little awkward.

Will she explain the source of the poem to Huaiyu first, or pretend to care about what stimulated her.

After a while, the crying in the room gradually subsided.

Xiao Xing thoughtfully poured a basin of clean water and wanted to go in to serve her.

Rui Xue shook her head lightly, and took the copper basin from Xiao Xing's hand.

"Let me come, you all stay away, or the eldest lady will be uncomfortable."

Xiaoxing knocked on the door for her help, and Ruixue entered the room only after hearing Huaiyu's calm voice.

Huaiyu returned to normal, and even rearranged her makeup.

She put on her old serious and world-weary face again, if her eyes were not red and swollen, no one would believe that she was crying and laughing in the room like crazy just now.

Huaiyu twitched the corner of his mouth lightly: "What should I do, I was discovered by you."

There was a hint of teasing and self-deprecating in that tone, which made Ruixue feel particularly awkward.

Handed her the twisted veil, what to do, what did she find.

This woman is getting more and more strange, is she finally going crazy after being tortured by Jiang Huai?

Wanting to retreat to avoid being accidentally injured, Huaiyu started talking again.

"I was born in the most prestigious literary family in Dalan. The elders in the family have produced more than one emperor teacher."

Huaiyu said to herself, but Ruixue was embarrassed to dig the ground with her toes.

Shouting in my heart, "Stop it, I don't want to hear it, I don't want to know at all."

She will leave the Prime Minister's Mansion soon, and she doesn't want to have too much involvement with anyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion except Ryan.

Huaiyu is a bit pitiful, but that is her own problem, Ruixue doesn't want to waste energy on irrelevant people.

Even to learn about her past life.

(End of this chapter)