Chapter 2362 Guizi Juan is worthy of Sheji and worthy of Qing

  Not to mention Shen Yixiu's lingering affection and sentimentality, but Daiyu stood blankly beside the desk, the secluded scene in the painting, the deep meaning in the poem, her whole heart was completely attracted into it, and she felt a little ecstatic for a while.

   It's still Zijuan who knows her master best, and is afraid that her girl will get into the horns again, fascinated.

I was a girl in the past, but now I am a woman. Being so obsessed with these poetic and artistic conceptions is the most depressing. Zijuan hurriedly pulled Daiyu's sleeve, and said with a smile: "Master, this word is written Vigorous and graceful, it also matches this painting, but I have to ask the grandmas to judge how this poem is."

Only then did Daiyu wake up from the longing and bewilderment, her complexion was even more complex and exciting, she looked at her husband, as if she didn't know her husband, and she seemed to be unable to see clearly, outsiders said her husband was a great man, even if he didn't know poetry, it was the same. No one can match it, but only you can know the beauty inside and the delicate thoughts.

   Baochai was also inexplicably shocked.

This poem was obviously written for Daiyu. At that time, Daiyu asked her husband to write a line. She felt that the line "every major event should be calm" was too old-fashioned. Indeed, it is a little sour.

  Others were not so impressed, such as Baoqin, Yingchun, Miaoyu and Xiuyan were all shocked by Feng Ziying's poem.

Although everyone knows that this gentleman wants to express his poetry from time to time, and come up with a sentence or two of stunning works, but in the past two or three years after getting married, Feng Ziying's official position has become bigger and bigger, and there are more and more things. The running time is getting longer and longer, and this aspect seems to have quieted down.

A few days ago, the sentence "every major event is calm" surprised everyone. It can also be said that Mr. Lang has been dealing with various court affairs for so many years, but like today's two sentences, it is completely It is made from the heart.

   All the women were full of praise, even Shen Yixiu praised with a smile after calming down his emotions, but Daiyu was out of her mind, obviously touched even more.

  Actually, Feng Ziying also knew that Nalan Xingde's two sentences were not suitable for this kind of environment, but he was too busy these two days, and he really couldn't think of any poems to satisfy Daiyu's literary and youthful feelings.

It is very rare to be able to think of such a poem, and then I went to an antique shop to find such a painting that fit the mood of these two poems. Fortunately, I finally found this painting by Shi Rui. Get fooled.

In fact, this poem is a bit sad and sentimental, so it is not suitable for Daiyu, but Daiyu herself is a literary and youthful person who likes to be sentimental. If you want to impress her, you have to have this kind of sad style, and Feng Ziying There are only a few poems by a few people that I can think of in my head, and I can only use this sentence as an emergency.

All in all, I finally dealt with this matter. Feng Ziying felt that dealing with women's literary spirit was more troublesome than dealing with the intriguing affairs of the court. Looking at Baochai's lonely expression, Feng Ziying knew it. Today's incident moved Daiyu's feelings, but it made Baochai feel sad.

  The matter of painting and writing poems for Daiyu and Shen Yixiu, more or less rumors have reached Baochai's ears. Besides Baochai's magnanimity, isn't the most important thing women value is a man's heart?

   When it comes to discussing the minds of men in this era, especially the women like Shen Xuelin, it is not about jade pendants, pearls, hairpins, or luxury houses. Poetry is what moves them the most, nothing else.

Thinking of this, Feng Ziying felt a headache. One after another, one side wanted to please Daiyu, but another had to consider giving Baochai an explanation, and it had to be comparable, otherwise this If the bowl of water is not level, there will be a lot of trouble in this backyard life.

   After pondering for a while, the person who untied the bell had to tie it, and to deal with a woman, one had to use one's own skills.

  Although she couldn't see any emotion on Baochai's face, Feng Ziying could feel that Baochai was not in a high mood.

It stands to reason that after moving into the Grand View Garden, I spent the first night resting in her Hengwu Garden, no matter what, it should be the happiest time, but although Baochai is gentle and charming, she can't hide her sad and lonely mood. border people.

  Yinger also obviously felt this, and quietly gave Feng Ziying a look, but Feng Ziying ignored it, and still let Xiangling wash her feet and face, undress and change shoes.

  Feng Ziying took out a wooden plank from a cloth bag she brought in when the two maids went out and Baochai was about to undress and go to bed.

  Feeling the man grab her shoulder, Baochai secretly sighed.

  She also knew that she shouldn't be like this. On the first night of the housewarming, the husband rested in his room. It should have been a beautiful night full of joy and affection, but she just couldn't feel better.

  Recalling the painting that Lang Jun took out today, Daiyu looked at the painting and the half-poetry when she was infatuated with it, and her heart was extremely sour.

  How could Mr. Lang write such a poem for Daiyu, no, half a poem, and be so stingy with writing for himself?

And looking at Shen Yixiu's thoughtful appearance, it obviously aroused some reverie. Baochai knew that Langjun also wrote poems for Shen Yixiu, Xiangling went to Shen Yixiu to learn poetry, and Xichun went to Shen Yixiu to learn painting. I mentioned it inadvertently when I came back.

   Could it be that Xianggong thinks that she is the daughter of an imperial businessman who only knows about economics, so she doesn't know anything about these piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and Fu? This made Baochai feel very sad.

   Turning around, Baochai forgave herself, and was about to show off her smile to her husband, but saw her husband holding a pair of prints in front of her.

  A wooden board with a square shape, a piece of drawing paper clipped on it, and a wooden frame, it should be made by Mr. Lang himself.

   There was a numbness and trembling in her heart, and Baochai couldn't help trembling all over her body, she subconsciously covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes were reddish, and she couldn't believe it: "Sir, is this for my concubine?"

   "Of course, there are only you and my husband in this boudoir, can there be others? Are other people worth sending to my husband?"

Seeing Baochai trembling slightly, Feng Ziying's warm and jade-like cheeks flushed. She had never seen that excited expression before, so she knew that she had done the right thing today. If it was placed tomorrow, I am afraid that this gift will be greatly discounted. Well, it seems that the half poem I painted for Daiyu today had a great impact on Baochai.

  This print is not worth much at all, but to Baochai, it is a thought, a respect, and a affection.

   Feng Ziying spent more than an hour drawing the prints in the afternoon. I haven't used the pen for a long time, and some of them are raw, but the skills are still there.

  Looking at this, this skill really can't be left behind. From time to time, I take it out for a small test, and it can do more damage to the women in the room than anything else.

  Baochai suppressed the excitement in her heart, pursed her lips, and took the painting from her husband.

  Not only must there be paintings, but also poems. Baochai secretly encourages himself that there must be, and it must not be worse than Daiyu. Baochai can't help but pray silently, but don't let me down.

  The painting appeared in front of him, and Baochai saw it as a sketch, with just a few strokes, his own image appeared vividly on the paper.

  I seem to be standing on the edge of a big river, the mountains and rivers are faint, and the city is in sight, while the gentleman in military uniform is haggard and tired, standing beside me, waving his hands and pointing at the city mountains and rivers, as if explaining something to himself.

   There is a war horse beside the husband, and a little further away, a long dragon-like army is marching into the distance.

   "The world is safe and secure, and it is not responsible for the society and not for the Qing".

   Baochai silently recited another half poem in his heart, chewing it over and over again.

  Know each other and gain each other, share each other's hearts, and only Qing knows his husband's ambitions, then this Qing is himself.

   Baochai was also a little crazy for a while, how could Xianggong know me so much and trust me?

  I believe that I can help him stabilize the back house, not only to respect, but also to caress the forest, and to invite the whole back house.

  Shen Yixiu has a calm temper and doesn't like mundane affairs, and Daiyu is too lazy to spend time on it, but this is such a huge Feng Mansion's back house, someone must come and ask, right?

  Yuanyang and the others are capable, but they are maids after all, and they need a mistress to come and worry about them. If they didn't have themselves, how could the renovation of Rongning's second residence be completed so easily?

  All kinds of complicated emotions linger in my heart, sadness, pride, satisfaction, sweetness, all kinds of tastes are mixed together, especially the joy and sweetness brought by the unconditional trust of my husband, that feeling is really special.

"Master, are you making a promise to my concubine?" Holding the painting for a long time, Baochai looked at it again and again, as if she couldn't get enough, finally raised her head and looked at Feng Ziying, her face flushed and her pretty eyes full of affection, asked tremblingly.

   "Well, I guess." Feng Ziying smiled slightly, and raised her hand to lift Baochai's chin, "Then I will live up to Qing, my sister knows how to live up to me, right?"

   "Huh?" Baochai half-knowledge, her cheeks were even redder, "Xianggong..."

   "Then behave well tonight and strive to give birth to a son for my husband..." Ziying put her hand around Baochai's waist and hugged her, "So tonight you will live up to me."

  The rustling sound of undressing, accompanied by the subtle sound of the bed, and the whispering, and finally evolved into a gentle wind and drizzle, and the sound of the harp.

Xiangling and Yinger, who were hiding outside, could finally breathe a sigh of relief. In fact, the two daughters had already noticed that their mistress was in a bad mood. It was like this until the uncle came. It was never like this before, especially Is it today or the first day after the housewarming, the master is resting in the Hengwu Garden, and the grandmother is planning to conceive and seek a child, but she is in a bad mood, which makes the two girls anxious.

   On the fifth day, it’s three o’clock. Brothers, check the monthly pass again. Some vote for Lao Rui!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)