Madam, protect me!

Yuyin Pavilion.

Fenghuang looked at Li Nuo, blinked, and asked, "Young master, do you understand poetry?"

Li Nuo glanced at her and said, "You look down on people, don't you? How about I write a song and you inspect the goods first?"

Phoenix smiled slightly and said, "Okay..."

Three months ago, he once presented two birthday poems to Mrs. Song at the birthday banquet of the Song Dynasty.

One of them is just a joke.

Although the other song is a masterpiece, there are rumors that his father composed it for him.

I just took this opportunity to find out whether the rumors were true or false.

Li Nuo asked: "What kind of poetry do you want?"

Phoenix said: "Similar to the one just now."

Li Nuo looked at Phoenix with a strange look.

The poem just now was straightforward, simple and straightforward.

The whole poem has only one theme, which is to praise how beautiful a woman is.

She really had too much money and no place to spend it, so she actually spent a hundred taels of silver to have others write poems to praise her beauty.

Li Nuo gained a new understanding of her narcissism.

Fenghuang walked to the table, spread out a piece of paper, and said, "I will grind ink for you."

Li Nuo shook his hand and said, "No, I need some time to think about it. I'll give it to you tomorrow when I pass by Yuyin Pavilion."

Although there are many ready-made poems in the poetry library in his mind, most of them need to be modified and cannot be used directly.

Moreover, if it were written on the spot, it would be difficult to use his own real handwriting.

You can write it at home and ask Gu Yanran to help you transcribe it when you go to the Ministry of Justice tomorrow.

Returning to the Song Mansion, after eating, Li Nuo returned to the room and began to sift through his mind.

Soon he settled on a song.

Two butterflies embroidered Luoqun, banquet in Dongchi, first meeting. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and springy.

Look carefully at all the good things, everyone is humane and willow waist. Yesterday, the mountains were in chaos and it was dark. When I came here, my clothes were covered with clouds.

This song "Drunken Whip" was given by Zhang Xian to a singing girl at a banquet. It depicts a beautiful woman. It is one of Zhang Xian's more famous poems and meets the requirements of Phoenix.

It's just that the sentence 'Dongchi Banquet, first meeting' needs to be changed, because he and Fenghuang met for the first time in Yuyin Pavilion. Apart from this sentence, no word can be left unchanged.

This poem was Zhang Xian's famous poem. He sold it to her for eighty taels, and she made a lot of money.

As soon as Li Nuo corrected the word and copied it down, several gentlemen from Qingfeng Academy appeared at the door.

These days, he has been busy with the Anti-Theft Department and has made the four elderly people run in vain several times. Li Nuo decided to talk to them for half an hour today.

Not long after he and the four old gentlemen left, two figures slowly walked into the small courtyard.

Song Jiaren walked into the room, sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, and suddenly saw a piece of paper on the table.

She picked up the paper and looked at it, with a look of confusion on her face.

She knew what the phrase "Double Butterfly Embroidered Luoqun, Yuyin Pavilion, first met" meant, but "the vermilion powder is not deep and even, the idle flowers are light and springy", she knew every word, but she didn't know it when they were connected.

The latter sentence seems to refer to a woman with a very thin waist, but what does "Yesterday, the mountains were chaotic and dark, and the clothes were covered with clouds when I came"...

…

Song Yu was sleeping and was awakened by life.

He got up from the bed, looked at the little girl standing beside the bed, and asked, "Ning'er, what's going on?"

Song Mu'er said: "I am Mu'er, not Ning'er..."

She handed a piece of paper in her hand to Song Yu and asked: "Brother Yu, please help me see what this poem means..."

Song Yu took the piece of paper, looked up, yawned, and said: "This is a poem, not a poem, Double Butterflies Embroidered Luoqun, Yuyin Pavilion, First Meeting..." This is a reversed sentence, the correct order. Yes, Yuyin Pavilion, we met for the first time, embroidered with two butterflies on the skirt..."

Song Muer asked: "What does this sentence mean?"

Song Yu said: "It means that the first time I saw a girl in Yuyin Pavilion, she was wearing a skirt embroidered with double butterflies. The vermilion powder was not deep and even, and the flowers were light and spring... It means that this girl is naturally beautiful, even if She is beautiful even without rouge, just like a little flower in spring..."

Song Muer's expression was stunned, and an unpleasant feeling suddenly emerged in her heart.

Song Yu had already regained his energy. He looked at the lower part of the poem on the paper and continued: "Look at everything carefully. Everyone knows that Liu Yaosheng means that everyone only says that this girl has a good figure, but the poem But the author thinks that she is good in everything; yesterday it was dark in the mountains, and there were clouds on her clothes when she came in. You may not understand this sentence, but you only need to know that it is praising that girl as beautiful as a fairy in the sky... …”

Song Muer bit her lip, already regretting coming over to help Sister Jiaren with questions.

Song Yu looked at the poem in surprise and asked: "Who wrote this poem? Why haven't I heard it before? He wrote about a girl from Yuyin Pavilion. Is it Yuanyang? No, Yuanyang cannot afford this." evaluation..."

Although Song Yu likes Yuanyang, he has to admit that Yuanyang girl is not worthy of this poem.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, and he whispered: "It's not a mandarin duck, and it's definitely not a nightingale. She doesn't have any figure. The only person in Yuyin Pavilion who can deserve this poem is the Phoenix girl..."

He looked at the piece of paper carefully and said: "This is a love poem. It is an excellent confessional love poem. It describes the author's love at first sight for a girl. The whole poem is fresh and graceful, especially the last two sentences, which are also true and true. Fantasy, amazingly imaginative, and so well written... By the way, who wrote this?”

Song Muer grabbed the piece of paper and immediately said: "I don't know, I picked this up outside!"

She took the piece of paper and walked back to a certain room. She smiled at Song Jiaren and said, "Sister Jiaren, I asked Brother Yu, and he said, 'The vermilion powder is not deep and even, but the idle flowers are light and springy'." Yes, the rouge on this woman's face is unevenly applied, just like wild flowers in spring, colorful, messy, and ugly..."

Song Jiaren asked: "What about the back?"

Song Mu'er's eyes darted around as she thought, "Yesterday it was dark in the mountains, and the clouds on my clothes when I came here meant..., it meant that last night, this woman went hiking, and she didn't climb until night. When she came back, her clothes were stained with mud and water, and she thought the stains were as beautiful as clouds. Sister Jiaren, this woman is really sloppy!"

Although what Mu'er said seems to make sense.

But Song Jiaren always felt that something was wrong.

Song Muer pressed the piece of paper under a book and said to Song Jiaren: "Sister Jiaren, I have forgotten a few moves in that set of swordsmanship. Please teach me again..."

…

In order to make up for the teachers, Li Nuo taught them for more than an hour before ending the course.

His throat was almost smoking when he spoke, and he was about to go back to drink water. Before he could enter the courtyard, he was pulled and dragged to the door of the Song Mansion by a small figure.

Before she could speak, Li Nuo asked: "The king of heaven overshadows the tiger of earth?"

Song Mu'er looked anxious and said, "What time has it been? You're still telling the secret code. Something big has happened!"

After a while, after listening to Mu'er's words, Li Nuo looked stunned.

Did the lady see that poem?

You saw it when you saw it. He didn't write a love poem to Phoenix without telling his wife.

The eighty taels of silver for a poem was the eighty taels of silver he earned himself, which had special significance. He also planned to use this money to buy a gift for Muer and his wife...

After listening to his explanation, Song Muer said helplessly: "Brother Li Nuo, although your intentions are very good, you have never written a poem for Sister Jiaren. If I were Sister Jiaren, I would be angry, let alone the stingy Jiaren. elder sister……"

Li Nuo thought about it carefully and felt that what Mu'er said made sense.

He has never been in love, how could he notice such details.

Fortunately, there is Muer.

After a while, Li Nuo walked into the yard and returned to the room.

Song Jiaren sat at the table and read a poetry album.

Li Nuo poured a glass of water. After drinking it, he suddenly said: "Madam, I haven't painted for you for a long time. Let me paint for you."

Song Jiaren was a little surprised, put down her poetry book, and said softly: "Okay."

This time, Li Nuo took a different approach and painted a look back at her while dancing with a sword.

Although there is only a back and a side face, it depicts her very charming.

This picture has long been deeply imprinted in his mind.

Song Jiaren's eyes showed surprise.

She liked this painting more than any other one before.

There was just a little more blank space next to the painting, which made it feel a bit awkward, but she was already satisfied.

Li Nuo put down the brush, and Song Jiaren thought the painting was finished.

At this time, Li Nuo picked up the pen again, dipped it in ink, and filled in a few lines of words in the blank space at the bottom left of the painting.

beautiful woman.

There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent.

Look at the Qingren city once, and then look at the Qingren country.

I would rather not know a beautiful city or a beautiful country. Beautiful women are hard to come by.

…

Although Song Jiaren does not understand poetry, she already knows many words.

Even she didn't quite understand the last two sentences.

But she knew what it meant to be a beauty.

I also know the meaning of overwhelming the city and the country.

The painting is beautiful.

The writing is beautiful.

Importantly, the title of this poem is also her name.

This made her face turn slightly red.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say, and she clenched her fists tightly in her sleeves.

After finishing this painting, Li Nuo went to the bathroom to take a shower as his body was stained with a lot of paint.

Song Yu was still catching up on his sleep when he was woken up by Mu'er for the second time and said helplessly: "Mu'er, what's wrong?"

Song Muer handed over a piece of paper and said, "Brother Yu, look at this poem again!"

Song Yu rubbed his eyes and took the paper. There were only three lines of short poems on the paper, but he read it for a long time.

Song Muer looked outside with her peripheral vision and asked, "Brother Yu, how is this poem?"

"Look at Qingren City, then look at Qingren Country. I would rather not know Qingcheng and Qingguo, beautiful women are hard to come by..." Song Yu sat up from the bed and murmured to himself.

At first glance, this poem seems exaggerated, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be truly heartfelt and has an endless aftertaste.

Song Muer asked: "Brother Yu, I would rather not know the beauty of the city and the country. What does it mean that a beautiful woman is hard to find again?"

Song Yu said slowly: "This sentence says that one would rather give up the city and the country than the beauty in the poem. It expresses the man's strong love for the woman. This is also a confession poem..."

Song Muer asked: "Comparing this poem with the one just now, which one is better?"

Song Yu said without hesitation: "Of course it is this one. This is a masterpiece with great ancient charm. It will definitely be passed down through the ages. No one has ever been able to describe a beauty like this. That gaudy romantic poem , how can it be compared with this masterpiece handed down from generation to generation? It’s strange, where did you see this poem, why have I never heard it before?”

Song Muer said with a smile: "Of course you haven't heard of it. Brother Li Nuo just wrote this for Sister Jiaren. The name of the poem is the name of Sister Jiaren. Brother Li Nuo is awesome..."