my wife is queen

Chapter 30
It's not polite for a woman who hasn't left the cabinet to inquire about a man's situation rashly.

Chen Yuanyuan put down the wax paper in his hand, Qiu Shui glanced at Shen Yixiu next to him, and saw her sitting in front of several makeup mirrors in the small cabinet, with a third-grade plum embedded in the hanging cloud bun.

Shen Yixiu is a well-known nymphomaniac in the south of the Yangtze River, and he especially loves to plant all kinds of flowers and plants in the garden.

What's different is that she is not like the young lady from Jiangnan's famous family, who pursues all kinds of exotic flowers and plants.

Shen Yixiu likes to take care of ordinary flowers and plants, and uses her grafting technique, which is the best in the south of the Yangtze River, to transplant her own famous products.

The third-rank plum that Shen Yixiu embedded in the vertical cloud bun was the famous third-rank plum that she transplanted with wild plums in the summer months.

One flower has three sons, there are three colors of red, pink and white.

Shen Yixiu, who was born in a scholarly family, accepted a woman as a poet because of a new poem "Life is just like seeing it for the first time".

Shen Yixiu inlaid a third-grade plum in the hanging cloud bun, borrowed Chen Yuanyuan's rouge, and applied a little powder and daisy. His already picturesque features became more and more charming.

In normal times, Chen Yuanyuan would have joked about Fen Dai lightly at night, there were only two of them in the wing room, and there had never been a handsome young man sitting here, like a night walk in a brocade suit.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't care about making fun of Shen Yixiu, he hesitated, and wanted to ask about Li Mian's situation.

Due to women's three obediences and four virtues, I still can't say it.

Shen Yixiu put down the rouge red glaze powder box in his hand, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "Sister Yuanyuan probably wants to ask about Mr. Li's situation. To tell you the truth, my family doesn't know much about his life and background. He came from a poor family."

Li Mian's status as a consort, as well as Xie Yuangong, who passed the provincial examination in Jinke, are well-known matters.

Shen Yixiu thought she knew, and didn't say anything that everyone in the capital knew. He just thought that Chen Yuanyuan wanted to ask about the background of the gifted scholar.

Poor family?

Chen Yuanyuan took out a blue-and-white glazed tureen, put it on the half-moon table, and brewed a cup of gardenia and tangerine peel tea with the copper pot, with confusion appearing on her face.

Dressed in Li Mian's clothes, and accompanied by a little maid, she doesn't look like a son of a poor family, but more like a son of an official and gentry.

It is impossible for Shen Yixiu to deceive her, maybe like her, his parents died early and he was adopted by relatives at home.

"The tea is spilled."

Shen Yixiu stretched out his white palm, held Chen Yuanyuan's jade hand carrying the copper pot, and looked at her with a quiet smile.

It is a pleasing thing to hold two delicate and white jade hands together.

Unfortunately, no one appreciates it.

Shen Yixiu casually picked up a piece of silk cloth, wiped off the water stains on Banyue Zhuo, and teased: "It seems that Miss Yuanyuan is thinking of spring."

Chen Yuanyuan's face flushed slightly, recalling the masculine breath that emanated from the Ningxia silk round-neck robe when it was starched and washed.

Thinking of that morning, the scene where the waves bounced out of his chest, his face became more and more red.

Fortunately, it was night, and the wing room was only illuminated with a red shade lamp, so the blush on his face could not be seen clearly.

Shen Yixiu sighed again: "If life in Mr. Li's new poem is only as good as the talent at first sight, which girl would not cherish spring."

Chen Yuanyuan let out a long sigh of relief. It turned out that it was just a joke, and she didn't know her relationship with Li Mian.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help laughing, what could it matter, the two had just met a few times.

Besides, Shen Yixiu didn't know that she was familiar with Li Mian.

Only the two of them knew about the embarrassing scene that morning, and no one else knew.

Shen Yixiu really wanted to meet Li Mian, sit together and talk about poetry and songs.

It's a pity... She didn't know Li Mian well. As a woman who hadn't left the cabinet yet, she couldn't take the initiative to invite Li Mian who was married, so she could only temporarily put aside the idea of ​​talking about poetry and songs.

Shen Yixiu took back the wax paper, admired it again, and suddenly exclaimed: "I used to only think about life as it was when I first saw it, and ignored the font on the wax paper. Sister Yuanyuan, take a look, this is a kind of Fonts that have never been seen before."

Chen Yuanyuan, as a famous actress of a generation, is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, took a look at the wax paper, and immediately understood why Shen Yixiu was surprised.

Scholars in today's Shilin admire Taige style because of the prevalence of stickers and the fact that it is an official font used in imperial examinations.

During Yingzong's reign, San Yang entered the cabinet one after another. He was famous for his even and neat fonts, forming the current Taige style.

The strokes of the font on the wax paper are square, with sharp edges and corners, which is in line with the current people's appreciation of fonts.

Chen Yuanyuan blinked Qiushui's eyes, and said with insight: "This kind of font has both the lingering rhyme of Han Li and the traces of Wei Kai. It is almost a fusion of Han Li and Wei Kai."

It is not easy for scholars in today's world to be able to polish Han Li or Wei Kai proficiently, and they can often get the title of famous master in Shilin.

The font on the wax paper made Chen Yuanyuan and Shen Yixiu feel amazed at the same time. It actually combined Han Li and Wei Kai into one and created a new font.

Shen Yixiu stretched out his right hand to support his dimple, his eyes were a bit blurred, and he pictured the image of Li Mian in his mind.

In the wing room, the lights were red, and there was a nice rosy glow on the face.

Shen Yixiu was born in a scholarly family, and exudes a ladylike temperament all over his body.

Under the light of the red shade lamp, the face is like pink.

A little more charming, more pretty and moving.

Shen Yixiu has always been very alienated from gifted scholars and scholars, but Li Mian, who is like a mist, has an inexplicable attraction, which arouses her curiosity.

Shen Yixiu picked up the blue-and-white glazed bowl and took a sip of gardenia tangerine peel tea. In the past, he would drink half a pot of tea every time he came here. Today, for some reason, he couldn't taste the taste anymore.

Chen Yuanyuan saw her dazzled and moving expression, but she still couldn't understand what was going on, and she became an idiot again.

The nympho Shen, who is praised by scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, has another habit that is not humane, and that is idiocy.

Whenever Shen Yixiu encounters a poem that suits his heart, he will often be immersed in it, unable to extricate himself, and will recite obsessively in the boudoir, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

However, Chen Yuanyuan only saw her once, and it was the only time.

Shen Yixiu saw the authentic "Jiangnan Spring Picture" by the great writer Wen Zhengming, held it in his hand and stared at it for several nights, but still couldn't fall asleep.

Later, the clan brother Shen Shikui couldn't stand it any longer, and threatened to burn "Jiangnan Chunjing" if he didn't rest, which made her rest reluctantly.

Who is Wen Zhengming, who is already over seventy years old? He is a great master in the Jiangnan literary world, and he is also an old man in his seventies.

It was the first time Chen Yuanyuan saw Shen Yixiu showing such an expression to a man with a weak crown, it was very rare, and it was also an aggressive and strange thing.

Shen Yixiu looked at the wax paper in his hand obsessively, and suddenly said: "Sister Yuanyuan, I want to listen to Peony Pavilion."

Chen Yuanyuan sighed faintly, worried that she would fall in love with poetry and paintings like last time, took out the pipa hanging on the wall, and sang Peony Pavilion with her unique soft and waxy voice.

"A sleepy spring heart is tired of traveling and enjoying, and I don't ask for aromatherapy and embroidered quilts to sleep.

God, if you are in the mood, that dream is not far away.

Chunwang Xiaoyao leaves the painting hall."

(End of this chapter)