After time travel, I became a talented lady

The next day, after greeting the old lady, Liu Yunniang went into the study to prepare for creation.

She thought about the unusual love between Father Liu and Mother Liu, but it was a pity that Mother Liu died young and the two were separated by Yin and Yang, and she couldn't help but get wet in her eyes.

God is jealous of beauty.

She was sitting in an armchair, thinking about the outline of the story, and "The Peacock Flies Southeast" popped into her mind.

Then write "Peacock Flies Southwest".

Liu Yunniang was almost ready and began to write furiously without eating or sleeping. When you do something you like, time will pass quickly, and a few days will pass in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Deqing accompanied Liu Yunniang to read in the study every day. It was secretly funny to see Liu Yunniang completely forgetting herself, with her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her hair dazed between bites on her pen from time to time.

Is it possible that she still needs to take the Jie Yuan test and ask a delicate little lady like her to work so hard?

But a few days later, Liu Yunniang was still very involved, and Cheng Deqing couldn't help but slowly turned to admiration. He thought that since he was a scholar when he was young, he was tired and discouraged because of his mother's favoritism. He deliberately indulged in vocal music, exiled himself, and called himself a romantic man. Mr. She came to see him several times, but he was indifferent. The young man's stubbornness thought this was a good means of resistance, but Brother Liu Bai's "I am born with talents that will be useful" was like a loud shout that woke up the dreamer.

There are no teenagers in life, and youth is not always available. You must make some achievements to live up to the years.

The little darling wife is also a treasure trove, and she has grown up pampered and pampered. Women have always been married, married to their husbands, raised their children, and retired to the back house. But she is full of vitality, and is not afraid of hard work and insists on doing what she loves, and lives a vivid life.

He likes his little wife very much.

Cheng Deqing also took out a copy of "Yi Guanyi" and studied it carefully.

The study was quiet for a while, with only the slight sound of turning books and the small rustle of writing.

The years are quiet.

Er Shunzi stretched his head at the door of the study. Mr. Liu, Mr. Zhang and several young masters invited Mr. Er for an autumn outing. They went boating on the lake, talked about the past and the present, and composed a few impromptu poems. It was considered a literary poetry meeting.

Ruping stopped Er Shunzi, "It's still early, don't disturb me now. If you startle my wife's creation, I won't let you go."

Er Shunzi nodded and bowed, and said with a smile: "What my sister is saying is that our wife has worked hard this time, but it is the first in our family. The second master will not say it. That is talent, and the third master can't compare with it."

Ruping covered her mouth and smiled, "No, our wife never worked so hard when she was a girl."

On this day, Liu Yuniang suddenly stood up, stretched out her body, and waved to Ruping excitedly, "Sister Ruping, come on, read it through for me. Please correct me if there are any typos or anything." Her mouth was as sweet as honey. , and also clasped his fists and bowed in a decent manner.

It made both Ru Ping Cui'er giggle.

Ruping took the manuscript from her wife, and her writing was erratic. There were many typos, and some of them couldn't write, so they simply scrawled them with ink. The quality of writing a book with this level of education is really worrying.

Ruping sat and guessed, reading carefully.

After a long time, she sniffed hard, raised her head with tears in her eyes, frowned and looked at Madam, "Madam, I read the whole story. The story is very touching. Jiao Zhongqing and Liu Lanzhi are more in love than Jin Jian. It's a pity that The separation of labor and swallows is so pitiful, and the Jiao mother is really abominable. She beat the mandarin ducks with a stick. I was so angry that I almost broke my teeth. But madam, you are really bad at writing this word. There are so many typos, eh. "

Liu Yuniang was very embarrassed and said with a smile, "You are crying like this. It seems that you are in trouble. It shows that my father had the foresight to ask you to read and write. Please make a copy for me so that I can send it to the bookstore."

Cui'er and Ruping couldn't laugh or cry. Ruping conscientiously copied a copy with a brush. Her handwriting was beautiful and neat. Liu Yunniang had practiced large calligraphy and could write well. It was difficult to write small characters with a brush.

In less than three seconds, the master and servant hurriedly changed their clothes and went out in the carriage.

Cheng Deqing, Liu Yan, and Zhang Xiulin stood on the side of the boat. Jinghu Lake was very large, with vast mist as far as the eye could see. The oars stirred up waves of water. Cheng Deqing couldn't help but chant:

The shadow of the sail floats in the sky, the waves are clear and the water is misty; the clouds are bright and colorful, and the waves are red in the sunset;

The heat of summer subsides with the wind, and the fragrance of flowers becomes thicker in the evening. I take advantage of the excitement to warm up the plain wine, and stay drunk with the boatman.

Zhang Xiulin couldn't help but clasped his hands and laughed, "Good poem, good poem, Brother Cheng's skills have improved." Liu Yan also clapped his hands and praised him, called the boy to set up the book table, spread out the rice paper, and started painting in front of the boundless beautiful scenery.

Silks and bamboos are curling up, singing and dancing are noisy, everyone in the cabin is drinking and chatting, and boat prostitutes are enchanting, coming and going gracefully, with fragrant makeup and charming smiles.

Cheng Deqing was silent for a while and said in a deep voice, "Brother Liu, Brother Zhang, I want to take part in the state examination next year."

Zhang Xiulin was silent. Liu Yan stopped his painting and said in surprise: "Brother Cheng, I guess there must be a reason why you suddenly stopped going to school. Today you suddenly decided to continue studying. I won't ask you why. I won't hide it from you." , I also have this idea.”

Liu Yan paused and said, "Every day I gather with friends and recite poems and write poems. I come here when the occasion arises and return home happily. I feel that my life has not been wasted. However, since I read Brother Liu Bai's "Will Enter the Wine", I suddenly Wake up and be a useful person in the world."

Zhang Xiulin looked at his friend quietly and let out a deep breath. Zhang Xiulin was a posthumous son. Magistrate Zhang was Zhang Xiulin's uncle. His father died young and his mother had no support. Zhang Xiulin lived with his uncle and was called "Little Master Zhang" all the way up. , his uncle is kind and his mother-in-law is kind. He is carefree and develops a dandy temperament that doesn't like reading.

He touched the scar on his head. The wound had not healed and was still aching.

A few days ago, he, Cheng Deqing, Liu Yan, and the county captain's brother-in-law went to play in a small building. During the dinner, they added to the fun and ordered Xiaotaohong, not wanting another group of strongmen to also order Xiaotaohong.

Xiao Taohong is a geisha from a small building. She sells her skills but not her body. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is a famous Qingshui hibiscus in Qiantang and cannot be desecrated. But that group of strongmen actually wanted to rape and humiliate her in public, and they really didn't take them seriously. The county captain's brother-in-law had always loved Xiao Taohong, and even more admired Xiao Taohong's noble integrity, and he had always been a gentleman.

But the woman whom I had always cherished so much in my heart was actually insulted like this. The county captain's brother-in-law, with bloodshot eyes, rushed forward and started to fight. If the brother was in trouble, he would stab her at both sides! Before the strong dragon could suppress the local snake, the two gangs got into a melee and fought to the death.

Fortunately, the old bustard saw that the situation was not good and reported it to the official in time, otherwise someone would definitely be killed.

When he got home, his old mother almost cried to death when she looked at the hole in his forehead, complaining that she had not taught him well and had insulted his ancestors.

The uncle also looked at him with complicated eyes, but thinking of his brother who had died tragically, he couldn't bear to criticize him harshly.

Ugh!

He kicked the ship's plank hard and the sound was so loud that Cheng Deqing and Liu Yan were startled and turned to look at him. A few drunken scholars with flushed faces also ran out of the cabin. They were all suspicious and panicked. What happened.

Life should not be lived in vain.

Zhang Xiulin seemed to clear the clouds and see the sun, as if he had been reborn.

His mood was so excited that he couldn't help singing the famous "Song of the Wind" loudly:

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

Wigahaine returned to his hometown.

Ander warrior Xi guards the Quartet!

The emotions were passionate, the blood was surging, the voice was powerful and full of ambition, and everyone sang loudly along with it.

From then on, the three of them stopped participating in poetry gatherings and devoted themselves to studying, waiting for further development.