Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 164

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down, and slowly lowered the hands rubbing his temples.

The hand that was put down touched the painting scroll that Ke Qianmei had thrown aside, and her slightly sideways eyes vaguely caught familiar lines.

He took hold of the scroll and opened it.

The quiet and magnificent desert scenery, the man in the Central Plains who is elegant and charming in plain clothes, and the little girl from Beihe who is full of admiration.

When he squinted his eyes and carefully discerned the difference between that eleven or twelve-year-old girl and Ke Qianmei's face today, he suddenly felt Ke Qianmei's nervous gaze.

After coming in for so long, she didn't look him in the eye.

But when he grabbed the scroll, she finally looked at him.This made him suspicious, and he paid more attention to the scroll in his hand.

"Who is this man?"

He asked, "You wrote the inscription on it?"

He recognized the charming handwriting, and after reading a bunch of scriptures she copied today, he was even more familiar with her style of writing; and the inscriptions on the paintings, at a glance, were similar in style.

But Qian Mei stared at the painting, her lips trembled, but she didn't answer.

But Tang Tianxiao suddenly realized: "This is not your handwriting! This handwriting is powerful, elegant, elegant, and self-contained. It is everyone's handwriting! Your handwriting is learned from this person!"

He looked at the picture, and continued: "The painting style is consistent with the writing style, so the inscription and the painting should be the same person? This inscription... the water patterns are precious and the thoughts are long, and a thousand miles away will end overnight. There will be no love from now on." Good night, let him go down to the west building under the bright moon..."

Suddenly he was speechless, panting and staring fiercely at Ke Qianmei.

This inscription is very unusual.

The expectation of falling in love, the reluctance to part, both inside and outside the words seem to flow with ambiguous and sad feelings.

With handwriting similar to Ke Qianmei's, coupled with such a picture, he really couldn't convince himself to turn a blind eye.

Ke Qianmei looked at him for a moment, then lowered her head silently.

Tang Tianxiao said: "Do you have anything to say?"

"What's there to say?"

Ke Qianmei said in a low voice, "He coaxed me, but I didn't take it seriously."

Her face was so calm that it was almost dull, but Tang Tianxiao couldn't calm down even more.

He stared at her and said with a sneer, "You didn't take it seriously, but you brought this all the way here and hid it like a treasure?"

When he took a book of handwritten poems that had not yet been burned and opened it, he found that the handwriting was the same as the painting, but it was written stroke by stroke, neat and grand, with extraordinary momentum, as if some famous artist specially wrote It is written for beginners to copy.

The pages of the poetry anthology are very loose, and should be read frequently, but the cover is very neat, without any stains, which shows that Ke Qianmei cherishes this poetry anthology.

He threw the collection of poems into the brazier, shouted at her and asked, "Who is this man?"

But the collection of poems was very thick. At this time, the open fire in the brazier had been extinguished, but it could not be ignited for a while.

But Qianmei caught a glimpse, holding onto the ground and dragging her knees that were cracked and sore from kneeling for a long time, she crawled forward two steps, picked up the books, tore them one by one, and rekindled it, and then wiped the tip of her nose due to the pain. Breaking out of cold sweat, he said in a low voice: "It's all burned, does the emperor want to investigate who he is?"

Tang Tianxiao nodded and said, "If you burn what he wrote, does that mean you have nothing to do with him? If you burn what I wrote, does that mean that I have nothing to do with you?"

But Qian Mei didn't answer, but said: "I heard that the queen mother has sent two beauties to the emperor, and there are many concubines. If you want to come to the emperor, you will not be lonely. Why bother to come here to find your concubines?"

Tang Tianxiao was very angry, grabbed her long hair that was loose on the back, dragged her to him, forced her to face him, and said angrily: "But Qianmei, how dare you be so unruly? Seeing that I dote on you, Do you think that I must be you, so you want to taunt me over and over again, stepping on me again and again?"

But Qian Mei groaned in pain, her black eyes raised unconsciously, facing him.

The faces of each other are reflected in the pupils, the same pain and despair.

But Qian Mei couldn't help it, she sobbed softly, and big teardrops slid down her cheeks.

Tang Tianxiao let go of his hand without realizing it.

But Qianmei, with disheveled hair, barely knelt down on the ground, lowered her head and continued to tear off the poetry collections in her hand one by one, and burned them one by one.

Since Tang Tianxiao forbade him to burn his things, she stopped burning the paper he usually scribbled on, grabbed the scroll, and continued to burn the scroll.

Tang Tianxiao stared at her tear-covered face, full of resentment, and couldn't express it through gritting his teeth.

But the painting was mounted very thickly, so it was not easy to burn through it for a while.

Ke Qianmei looked down, grabbed the edge and pulled it hard.

The scroll painting was quickly torn into two pieces, but a few thin pink notes flew out.

There are interlayers in the framed painting!
Both of them were stunned.

But Qian Mei grabbed one and looked at it first, immediately changed her expression, crumpled it up and threw it into the brazier, then hurriedly went to pick up other thin notes.

Seeing the strangeness, Tang Tianxiao had already grabbed two of them in his hands, picked up the scroll that had been thrown on the ground, and rummaged in the interlayer, and found a pile of thin notes.

When I flipped through them randomly, they were all letterheads addressed to the same person without exception.

"Plucking hibiscus in the river, the orchids are full of fragrant grass. Who do you want to leave behind? The thought is far away. I still look at the old hometown, and the long road is long. I live apart with one heart, and I am sad to end my old age..."

"Small characters on red paper, it's a smooth business. The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. I feel sad that this feeling is hard to send..."

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness..."

The handwriting is delicate and serious, and the demeanor of following everyone can be seen in the folds and strokes, but the brushwork is immature, which can clearly be written by yourself.

The paper is full of absurd words, only complaining about lovesickness.

She called the man she admired as "Ming Yuan" or "Seventh Uncle", and signed it as "Qian'er".

But Qian Mei's face turned pale, she threw the few cards in her hand into the brazier, knelt beside her for a while, then suddenly said: "Give it back to me!"

Heshen rushed forward and snatched the letterhead from Tang Tianxiao's hand.

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(End of this chapter)