Returning to the Pastoral: Mrs. Yipin

Chapter 130
"Hiss!" Lu Shi took a deep breath, and finally rolled his eyes from the top of his head, and opened them to where they should be. For the first time, he looked at the man opposite him up and down with a serious look. again.

Although he was ignorant, he was beaten and beaten by his father with a stick for more than ten years, and he was punished by his husband.Although his learning is not very good, he can still hear whether the poems are good or bad.

Of course, he didn't quite understand what the poem was talking about, he just felt that the poem was beautifully worded and had a special artistic conception, and he felt very powerful.

"It's over..." Lu Shi's face changed rapidly, as if he had kicked an iron plate.

His eyes drifted slowly, he paced back and forth in the room, and he was still muttering: "Tsk tsk, I can't see it, but you have some real skills... Well, this poem also depends on your mood, you Young Master Rong, let me think about it."

While walking and talking, Xuan Haorui looked at Lu Shi's appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a victorious smile, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Through the observation of the visitor, combined with what his father saw and heard when he came here that day, he had already guessed the identity of the visitor.

Lu Anqing's son has quite a background, and these imperial envoys are the most noisy.This kid is a jerk, and he is really arrogant.But the problem is that the princes of Daliang are masters without power, and I really can't do anything to him.

Thinking of this, Xuan Haorui's face darkened again.He is full of talent and learning, but he can only be imprisoned in the small area of ​​Yunzhou like a pig and sheep in captivity. He will not be allowed to take an imperial examination or do business in this life, and he can only move around within Yunzhou.

In the early years, when the first emperor died, he went to Beijing once with his father.When the emperor came to the throne, he rewarded his father, and he himself lived in Beijing for a while.

Looking back at this moment, I can't remember the prosperity of the capital, and the tile Goulan performed by the speaker of the folk art is like a dream, and it has been far away in my memory.

Thinking of the fact that he had to live so aggrieved in his life, he felt a burst of unwillingness in his heart.

"Ah, there is!"

Lu Shi's "yes" interrupted Xuan Haorui's memories, and when he looked up, he saw the man's face was full of joy, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, "Could it be that I underestimated him? Or is he really Are you pretending to be crazy and fooling yourself?"

"Listen!" Lu Shi's eyeballs rolled up to the top of his head again, and his nostrils opened up again, "Sanniang is so delicate and charming, with the charm of a chrysanthemum. The breeze blows, and the nose smells so good..."

Su Yun opened his mouth wide, and his mind was buzzing, "Sanniang is so delicate and charming, her charm is like a chrysanthemum." It was like a magic voice falling into his ears, and he kept repeating, repeating, and repeating in his mind!

Delicate, chrysanthemum, chrysanthemum, delicate...

You have it! ! !
Su Yun's eyes slowly showed a look of displeasure, Xuan Haorui looked at Su Yun with interest, and a hint of playfulness flashed in her eyes.

Praising a woman's delicacy in person, and saying that she has such a temperament as a chrysanthemum, isn't this a satire of others' inconsistency?Not to mention whether this poem is good or bad, it's just nonsense, there is no flat rhyme at all, let alone the artistic conception, is this also called poetry?

"How? Yours is seven words, I am five words. Each sentence is two words less than yours, and the words are more concise. Are you willing to bow down?"

Seeing that Xuan Haorui didn't speak, Lu Shi suddenly felt that he chose the right way to write five-character poems.No matter how you look at it, the less words you use, the more powerful you are. The young master is indeed a wise man.

"Lu Shi..." Su Yun said with a sullen face, "You write poems as you please, why did you bring me in?"

A certain guy immersed in joy didn't even notice that Su Yun's tone was showing displeasure, and he even called out his own name, when he heard Su Yun asking himself, he grinned and said, "Sanniang, you are indeed as beautiful as a flower! How about it, I can make poems, okay? Five characters, he has seven characters, I am better than him!"

Qing Shu covered his face, he really wanted to escape now, wishing there was a hole in the ground for him to get in.It's not because of embarrassment, anyway, when he followed this unreliable young master in the capital, he was often ridiculed by others, and he was used to it.

His reason for wanting to burrow is simple.Miss Su got angry because the young master made crooked poems.Once Miss Su gets angry, she will suffer. He really wants to find a hole in the ground and hide.

Seeing the young master committing suicide like this, and looking at Miss Su's face, he felt very sad, and wanted to let go of his voice and sing "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

"You're also called poetry?"

There was no need for Xuan Haorui to open his mouth to comment, Su Yun jumped out.If you can't write poetry, you can't write it. There is nothing shameful about it.But it's not right to slap a swollen face to pretend to be fat!Especially making fun of her, absolutely unforgivable!

A certain child immersed in the joy of victory and YY finally noticed Miss Su's gloomy face, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, and she felt something bad.

Watching Su Sanniang approaching him step by step, she walked up to her, snatched the folding fan from her hand, and with a "snap", she used the trick she used to deal with Qingshu , a big vertical bar spread along his forehead, passed his nose, and scratched his mouth.

The air seemed to be congealed, and the children opened their mouths wide, staring at their sister-in-law dumbfounded: she, she actually beat the third young master and even used tools.

The little yellow gate and the guards secretly shouted "Hello, good fight, good fight!"Kill this ignorant bastard!

"what!"

After a while, Lu Shi suddenly covered his face and yelled, "You, you woman, you hit me? How dare you hit me? And hit me in the face?! You, you, you, how can you do that , How unreasonable! How can a man be beaten in the face by a woman? You, you shrew!"

"I'll beat you to death, you ignorant person! Your father is benevolent and filial all over the world, and learning is good. But what about you? You were enlightened at the age of five, and this year has reached the age of weak crown. After studying for so many years, you Look, what have you learned?!"

Su Yun is really annoyed, this guy is usually messing around.But today he wrote a poem praising his beauty in front of outsiders. Although he knew that he was unintentional, Su Yun, who had been here for a while, knew that if the news of today was spread, his reputation would be completely ruined.

In ancient times, what was the most important thing?One is not money, the other is not life!Fame is the most important thing!
The so-called "starving to death is a small matter of injustice is a big thing", when praising a woman's beauty in front of so many outsiders, and the meanings are quite contradictory, those who know know this guy is ignorant; those who don't know hear it He would think that he made a poem on purpose to satirize his prudence. If it spreads, she, Miss Su, will she still live!

In modern times, language can kill, let alone in ancient times!

The weight of the four characters of human speech and fear in this era is far greater than that of later generations!

So Su Yun was angry, this guy won't wake up unless he is beaten up!
"Is this poetry? Huh? This is nonsense! My third brother's poems are better than yours. You still dare to stare at me? Are you not convinced? Sanlang, come here and write a doggerel for him!" "

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