Disguised as a man: I am not your wife

Chapter 162 Peach Blossom Paper, Peach Blossom Love

People in Lianyang City respect literature over martial arts, so in the big families in Lianyang City, they like to hold some banquets such as poetry receptions. After all, the Yun family was engaged in the military service of the Escort, and no one would think of inviting the Yun family to participate in such a scene.

Yun Zhuohua has been raised at home since he was a child and never goes out. When he grows up, he is so attractive to be chased by others, and he will not go to such a scene to cause trouble for himself. Therefore, it is really the first time to participate in a poetry party. .

She listened to some poems made by those literati, and wandered around the platform of Wangjiang Tower. There are many long scrolls of pen and ink hanging in the pavilion, which are the traces left by the literati who have traveled here. This kind of tranquility In this place, Yun Zhuohua is embarrassed to go in and see it in such a relaxed state.

She had no choice but to walk slowly to the table placed outside, staring at the pink paper on the top where the ink was drying, and took a second look.

"How about this poem, isn't it good?" The young man who invited him just now is standing next to Yun Zhuohua, pointing to the words on the paper and said slowly, "Brother Qiu said I am a 'floating cloud' It is just right for 'Sunset', and it can also reflect the meaning of his wanderings and whereabouts, which he likes very much."

The young man removed the paperweight, picked up the poem he had just written from the table, and read both sides back and forth. The smile on his face disappeared, and the more he read, the more he shook his head and lamented his poem. Love and will, can't stop admiring myself.

Yun Zhuohua raised his head and turned sideways to glance at the inscription on the paper - "Shi An".

Hearing Yun Zhuohua read these two words, the young man smiled slightly, "My real name is Guo Youyun, and when I wrote poems, I always left these two words."

Yun Zhuohua said "Oh", and was not very interested in his name, but just asked the following words conveniently, "Brother Guo, can you tell me why the paper you use is different from what you usually see?"

Guo Youyun blinked, but asked Yun Zhuohua first, "You are not locals, are you?"

Yun Zhuohua shook his head, Guo Youjun looked at the direction Yun Zhuohua and the others came from, and asked again, "Just now I saw a boat coming from Wufang in the middle of the river, is it your boat?"

"En", Yun Zhuohua nodded, but the boat turned over, otherwise they wouldn't be in such a ruined state.

"You come from Wufang, why haven't you seen this kind of peach blossom paper? This is a unique paper in Wufang. I bought it from Wufang."

Guo Youjun put the poems he had written on the table and pressed them with a paperweight, then took Yun Zhuohua to another table, and showed Yun Zhuohua the clean peach blossom papers pressed by the paperweight .

Peach Blossom Paper, I heard it mentioned by the shopkeeper when I was in Yuanding County. When I arrived in Wufang, it was the time of the water festival. Lanshan also invited them to Wufang, but they were also stopped by Yun Zhuohua. I thought I have no chance to see this kind of paper again, but I didn't expect to meet it here.

"Peach blossom paper is light and thin, but its texture is tough and lubricating. You can see that the surface is smooth and dense, with clear texture and excellent ink moistening. The most important thing is that its color is pink and tender, and it smells like peach blossoms. Even if it lasts for a long time, the taste is only It will be more mellow and fragrant, and it won't be too weak." Guo Youyun handed a piece of peach blossom paper to Yun Zhuohua like a treasure.

　I want tickets~~I want tickets~~
　　Rolling around for tickets~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)