Madam, protect me!

Today, the sun really rose from the west. The wife actually took the initiative to call him husband.

Although she only called him once, it was the first time in history.

After the first time, there will be the second time, the third time... the hundredth time.

Li Nuo has always believed that sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. Even if she is a piece of ice, there will be a time to melt.

Fortunately, his ability to exchange yesterday has not expired. Li Nuo drew a picture for her that is exactly the same as yesterday, and re-wrote the poem on it.

The wife was visibly happy.

For this painting, she treasured it even more. After the paint and ink on it dried, she locked it in the cabinet.

Li Nuo left the room for a while and came back after a long time.

He sat at the table with a puzzled look on his face.

He just went out to check the servants of the Song family.

The painting was not stolen by the servants of the Song Mansion.

He was very familiar with the thieves. Li Nuo was very sure that there was no thief in Chang'an who had the courage and ability to sneak into the Song Mansion to steal things.

What's even more strange is that he didn't steal so many valuables in the Song Mansion, but only stole a worthless painting?

Is this thief mentally ill?

This is not the first time that my wife has lost something.

Last time at the old lady's birthday banquet, the pair of jade ruyi was also inexplicably stolen, and the thief has not been caught yet.

He looked at Song Jiaren and asked, "Does my wife suspect anyone?"

Song Jiaren shook her head and said, "No."

She just took Mu'er out for a while today, and when she came back, the painting was missing.

Before leaving, she clearly put the painting on the table.

There is no use thinking about things without any clues.

Li Nuo waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's lost. I'll help you draw it when you want to."

Song Jiaren nodded, and then said, "Aren't you practicing archery today?"

Li Nuo was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Practice, the imperial examination will be in a few months, of course I have to practice, or tomorrow, you can teach me to ride a horse again?"

Song Jiaren did not hesitate, and said softly, "Okay..."

...

Early the next morning.

Li Nuo had made an appointment with his wife to go to the horse farm to learn horse riding, but she was called away by the old lady early in the morning. Today, he had to accompany the old lady to the Holy Mother Temple for worship, so the horse riding had to be postponed to tomorrow.

He planned to give her the last few poems he owed Fenghuang.

Before that, he had to go to the Ministry of Justice.

Calligraphy is not a permanent ability. Every time it is used, it consumes life. It is naturally nothing to his wife, but his relationship with Fenghuang has not reached that level.

Ministry of Justice, a government office somewhere.

Li Nuo looked at the girl who was copying the poems and said, "Little Gu..."

Gu Yanran raised her head and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Li Nuo asked, "Do you only know how to write hairpin flower small regular script?"

Gu Yanran wrote a few lines of words in different handwritings on another piece of paper and said, "I can write a little bit of other handwritings, but I'm not very good at it."

It's not that Li Nuo discriminates against hairpin flower small regular script, but this handwriting is almost exclusively for women, and few men are willing to write it.

When Fenghuang saw his handwriting in Yuyin Pavilion, his eyes were a little strange.

Li Nuo took the paper and looked at it.

In his opinion, these lines of words are very beautiful.

People who are proficient in calligraphy generally know many kinds of handwritings, but not all of them can be top-notch.

At present, compared with her hairpin flower small regular script, Gu Yanran's attainments in other handwritings are obviously not as high.

But it is also beyond Li Nuo's reach.

Li Nuo looked at her and said, "Do you want to practice other styles of calligraphy? Only by learning from others and integrating them can you make deeper progress in calligraphy. Maybe one day, there will be a "Gu style" in this world..."

Gu Yanran shook her head repeatedly: "I, I can't do it..."

There is only one person who can name a style of calligraphy with a surname or a given name every few hundred years. Each of them is a great calligrapher who has gone down in history and has achieved success with his pen, and his strength is comparable to that of the saints of various schools.

Such a great calligrapher has not appeared for hundreds of years.

She dared not dream of such a dream.

Li Nuo looked at her and encouraged her seriously: "Hey, people still have to have dreams. You don't have to deny yourself. You have such a good talent. Maybe there will be a day when you can achieve success with your pen. How about this, when I come next time, I will bring you some calligraphy books. You can study them more when you are free. Maybe you can really achieve something in calligraphy in the future..."

The girl wiped her eyes silently.

She used to treat the young master so well, and the young master still cared about her so much, gave her oranges to eat, and gave her a chance to reduce her sentence and atone for her sins. She really hated herself in the past...

Not long after, Li Nuo walked out of the Ministry of Justice with a stack of papers.

It was an accident that the ability of stealing skills changed from temporary to permanent, and other abilities were difficult to replicate.

It is easier to train Xiao Gu.

She is still in prison now, and Li Nuo's calligraphy skills will improve with her.

When she practices other styles of writing, he will no longer have to embarrass himself by writing hairpins in small regular script in public.

Li Nuo came to Yuyin Pavilion, put a stack of papers on the table in front of Fenghuang, and said, "It's all finished."

Fenghuang picked it up and looked at it. The more she looked, the more surprised she was.

Although these poems are not as good as the previous one, they are much better than those written by the so-called talents outside.

And each poem is written for the women in the brothel.

The person who writes the poem is very good at describing the feelings between men and women.

These words can all be sung. They are a bit vulgar, but they are very suitable for use in brothels.

The Oiran Competition is about to take place, and when these words are released, some people are willing to pay to buy them for hundreds or even thousands of taels of silver.

Fenghuang even wondered if he had written such erotic poems specifically for brothel girls in his previous life.

But she knew very well that he was not incapable of writing elegantly.

He just didn't want to write elegant things to her.

When he wrote about his wife, she was a peerless beauty who would captivate the whole country. When he wrote about her, she was good at singing and dancing and had a slim waist. The whole page was filled with the smell of travel...

Although he was polite on the surface, he definitely looked down on them in his heart.

Phoenix's reaction was different from Li Nuo's imagination. He couldn't help but be stunned and asked: "What, are you not satisfied?"

These were all tailor-made according to her requirements. Couldn't Liu Yong's words still satisfy her?

Phoenix shook his head and said, "I'm very satisfied. Thank you very much, sir."

Li Nuo said: "That's good. If there is nothing to modify, I will go back first. If you have any questions, come to me at any time. If I am not in the Song Mansion, I will be in the Ministry of Punishment..."

Phoenix remembered something and said again: "Double Butterfly Embroidered Luoqun, Yuyin Pavilion, we first met. This sentence doesn't rhyme very well. Can you change it? Also, this poem doesn't seem to have a word card..."

The Ci tag of this poem is called "Drunk Hanging Whip", which was created by Zhang Xian. Li Nuo checked and found that this Ci tag name does not exist in this world.

He thought for a while and said: "Yuyin Pavilion does not rhyme. You can replace it with a certain banquet and just pretend that we met at a certain banquet. As for the name of the poem, you can just pick any one. I think "Phoenix" "The song" is pretty good..."

Phoenix waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can go."

As thoughtful as "Beauty" is, "Phoenix Song" is just as perfunctory.

Forget it, just be perfunctory, after all, she is not like him, and she can't compare with his wife. Who can compare with the charming Song Jiaren?

When Li Nuo walked out of the room, Phoenix's voice suddenly came from behind him again: "In the heart of the young master, is Phoenix just like the promiscuous woman in the poem?"

Li Nuo turned around and said in surprise: "No, why do you think so?"

Fenghuang smiled nonchalantly and said: "Every one of these poems is full of profane atmosphere and vulgar language, but it's nothing. We are originally profane people..."

Except for a few fine poems, most of Liu Yong's poems have been called "simple and vulgar" and even described as "harsh words from a boudoir".

Li Nuo customized it completely according to her requirements.

She wanted to be consistent with the style of that poem, so why did she blame him...

However, customers are God, especially since this is his first big customer and they are extremely generous. Li Nuo is also looking forward to more in-depth cooperation in the future.

He had already walked outside the door, and when he heard the words, he came back and said: "You think these are too vulgar, you want something elegant, there are elegant ones, but..."

Phoenix was slightly startled: "But what?"

Li Nuo said: "You have to pay more."

Phoenix blinked, "How much more?"

Li Nuo originally wanted to add 510 taels, but after thinking about it, he had already earned her a thousand taels, and there would be more opportunities for cooperation in the future, so he said: "Forget it, you have already bought ten songs before, I'll give you one more song, I'll read it and you write it..."

Li Nuo stood in front of the table and Fenghuang sat behind the table. One person wrote and the other copied.

Li Nuo cleared his throat and spoke slowly:

"There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget you when I see her.

Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.

The phoenix is ​​soaring, and the phoenix is ​​begging for it from all over the world.

Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall.

Use the qin to represent your words, and write your heartfelt chats.

When will I see Xu Xi? It will comfort my hesitation.

May your words be worthy of your virtue, and join hands to support each other.

If I can't fly, I will perish. "

After writing the last sentence, Phoenix picked up the piece of paper, and the sourness in his heart had been wiped away.

This is not a poem or a poem, but a poem.

An elegant gift.

There is no aura of romance, just strong and passionate feelings.

This poem is not inferior to the song "Beauty" at all.

She couldn't wait to look at Li Nuo and asked, "What is the name of this poem?"

Li Nuo picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and said, "Feng Qiu Huang."

The imperial examination did not test the Fu, so it would not be appropriate to give this Fu to the wife, so I might as well give it to Phoenix.

However, this is a love poem after all, so he still warned Fenghuang: "Don't tell others, I wrote this poem to you..."

Compared with those romantic poems, the value of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is much higher. Although he didn't mean anything else, when it reached the ears of the lady, she should think more about it.

Phoenix was secretly happy that her name was finally written into a poem that could be passed down to the world.

She held the piece of paper as if she had found a treasure, and said to Li Nuo with a smile: "Thank you, sir, for this poem, how about I give you five hundred taels..."

Li Nuo waved his hand and said, "No, I'll give it to you as I said. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first..."

Fenghuang said sheepishly: "Master, wait a moment. I don't know how to thank you for such a great gift. I will give you a vase of flowers..."

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