The infinite beast garden

Chapter 161 Acacia

Chapter 170 Lovesickness

"Dongfeng puts flowers and trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns light, and the fish and dragon dance overnight."

"Moth Xueliu is a golden thread, and the laughter is full of fragrance. The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but when I looked back, the man was in a dimly lit place."

In the depths of the boudoir of the Swallow Tower, a woman dressed in light gauze was reclining on the incense bed, holding a piece of white jade rice paper in her hand, chanting the poems on the paper, her eyes were blurred, and carefully put the rice paper away after reading. In front of the chest, the petite head was slightly lifted to look at the full moon outside the window, his eyes were full of admiration, especially when he saw the signature at the end of the poem.

As if thinking of something, he got up and quickly walked to the side desk, picked up the jade pen and carefully imitated the previous poem on the paper, stroke by stroke, extremely serious, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he was engrossed, After finishing the poem, he continued to silently write the two characters of Li Xing, and he silently wrote a whole piece of paper in a short time.

"Li Xing, Li Xing."

"plum."

"Row."

There was a small sound of broken steps behind him, and a smaller voice came.

"Miss, miss, Mr. Zhang sent another box of silver, which is a full 1000 taels."

"There are still a lot of greetings."

Yin Ruiji didn't seem to hear it, her eyes kept staring at the rice paper in her hand, and she didn't reply at all to the maid's words.

"Miss, miss." The servant girl raised her voice a little.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"Miss, these are sent by Mr. Zhang, these are sent by Mr. Liu, these are sent by Mr. Shangguan, and these greeting cards, miss, look..." Dazzling said holding a stack in his hand.

"Take it out, don't look at it." Yin Ruiji just glanced at it and stopped watching, and said indifferently.

"No way! Miss, this is already the third batch you rejected. Mother Zhang told you to watch it." The servant girl said anxiously after seeing Yin Ruiji's rejection again.

"Take it out, and let Mama Zhang come to me in person if she has any questions."

"Oh!"

After speaking, he cautiously exited the room, leaving only Yin Ruiji looking down at the rice paper in his hand again.

"Who the hell are you? How can you write such beautiful lines."

"I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but the man was in a dimly lit place."

"Did you come that day too?"

"Are you talking about me?"

"who are you?"

This is a sweet dream of a young girl Huaichun. She is lying on the bed, holding rice paper tightly in her arms, and the surrounding ground is even more scattered with paper.

the next day.

"Blessing."

"Yes, sir."

"Send this to Yin Ruiji."

He handed over the white rice paper in his hand, then continued to pick up the books beside him and read slowly.

Laifu took a deep look at Li Xing, bowed and walked towards the door.

"Miss, miss, Mr. Li Xing has sent another poem." The little maid shouted happily outside the door holding a piece of rice paper.

Just after shouting, a gust of fragrant wind rushed towards her face, quickly snatching the white paper from the little maid's hand, and looking carefully, the winter sun quietly shone on Yin Ruiji's face through the gap, giving off a little brilliance.

"The breeze is clear, and the autumn moon is bright."

"The autumn leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again."

"When will lovesickness meet each other? It's embarrassing at this night."

"Enter my lovesickness gate and know my lovesickness."

"Long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless."

"I knew it was such a stumbling block, why didn't I know each other at the beginning."

Yin Ruiji watched the poem slowly walk into the room, but she kept recalling the scene of the poem in her mind. A man knelt and sat in front of the desk writing the poem with a jade pen, but in his eyes was miss.

"Are you missing me?"

Yin Ruiji didn't know that she walked to her window in such a way, and put the rice paper into her arms, but there was slight pain in her eyes, and tears glistened in her eyes.

"What a beautiful poem, young lady, is this written by Mr. Li Xing?" The servant girl at the side would look slightly startled after seeing the poem, and said with admiration on her face.

"Miss, who is Mr. Li Xing? Why haven't you heard of it?"

Yin Ruiji smiled lightly and said: "What does it matter, I, Yin Ruiji, am not greedy for money or power, no matter who he is, I just like him."

"But miss, if Mr. Li is just a commoner, how can he beat those high-ranking officials?" the servant girl Hongdie said anxiously.

Yin Ruiji's face was stunned by Hongdie's words, and then there was a struggle on her pretty face, she stood up and walked slowly in the room for a few steps, thinking for a moment, with a firm look on her face.

"Hongdie, go and do a few things for me."

"Miss, please order."

"Take these two poems to spread information, I want the whole gods to talk about this matter," Yin Ruiji said with a face full of surprise while holding the two poems in her hand: "Only in this way can they be afraid of rats, and even some It may be up to Tian Ting, the only way to protect Mr. Li."

"But miss, you have never met Mr. Li, is it worth it?" Hongdie followed Yin Ruiji since she was a child. Although she can't be said to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is also a wise person. Pass.

"If you do this, you will have no way out. You have never met Mr. Li. Do you know who he is?"

Yin Ruiji didn't speak, took out the rice paper behind her again, and read a few lines of the poem lightly.

"I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was in a dimly lit place."

"Enter my lovesickness gate and know my lovesickness."

"I firmly believe that the person who can write such a poem is definitely not a bad person, he will be my beloved, Hongdie, go!"

Seeing that she couldn't dissuade her own lady, Hongdie bit her lip deeply, wanting to speak again, and finally it turned into a sigh.

"Yes, ma'am."

After speaking, he turned and left the room, holding two poems transcribed by Yin Ruiji in his hands, and the original manuscript was always in Yin Ruiji's arms.

Seeing Hongdie's departure, Yin Ruiji seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed on the incense bed, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"Young master, don't let me down."

……

In just one night, the whole god was talking about these two poems, so to speak, it can only be said that the classics are indeed classics.

The first one is called "Sapphire Case·Yuanxi". This poem was written by Xin Qiji, a poet of the Song Dynasty. The only ones are him and Li Bai. Why do you say you have nothing to do so many poems? Don’t you know how much we have suffered because of your poems?
But when I grew up and really had some literary attainments to taste, I found that these literatures that have been passed down through the ages are indeed the most touching.

As for the second poem is Li Bai's "Autumn Wind Ci", because this poem is mainly a poem of love, so I seldom read it when I was a student, but when you really get to know Li Bai, you will find the status of this poem , It’s a must-have for crazy men and women, especially the sentence that enters my lovesickness and knows that my lovesickness is bitter, and it exhausts the endless sorrow in it.

What is a classic?The classics will never fade, and will only become more mellow with the passage of time. Every time you read it, you will have different feelings, and every time you read it, it will form ripples in your heart again.

"Brother Liu, I don't know if you know the Sapphire Case?" A student in a robe in the restaurant asked another student of the same age.

"You're talking about the Yuanxi Ci written by Li Xing?" Mr. Liu answered.

"Of course, what else would I say but him?"

"Of course I've heard of it," Mr. Liu said excitedly, "I heard that a student named Li Xing wrote this poem when he saw the oiran of Yanzi Tower during the Lantern Festival, and he even wrote this poem to the oiran. Yin Ruiji's words of courtship."

"Hey, I really want to see who this Li Xing is, especially the sentence that people search for him thousands of times, but that person is in a dimly lit place. What's more, what's more, hey, why didn't I do it?"

"Haha, if you don't do this, you have to show off in front of me! Haha."

At this moment, a student came again from outside the door. He seemed to be acquainted with the two of them. Seeing the two of them answering the conversation, he said, "You two are old Huangli. You don't know that this Li Xing has another song. poetry."

"Brother Wang, is what you said true? What poem? Tell me quickly and let me listen." Mr. Liu said while pulling this brother's arm with excitement.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let me speak slowly."

"Autumn Wind Ci"

"Qifeng kisses, Qiuyueming."

"The autumn leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again."

"When will lovesickness meet each other? It's embarrassing at this night."

"Enter my lovesickness gate and know my lovesickness."

"Long-term lovesickness is long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is endless."

"I knew it was such a stumbling block, why didn't I know each other at the beginning."

After the prince finished reading, the two of them fell into silence, their eyes were confused, but they kept recalling the past in their minds.

"Hey, a word of lovesickness door, lovesickness is endless lovesickness!"

"Yeah! This Mr. Li is really talented."

"Yes, I heard that these two poems were sent by Mr. Li Xing in two days, but I don't know if there will be such a good poem tomorrow?"

"Hey, how is it possible? How can this kind of poems that have been passed down through the ages appear again and again. It is my great blessing to see two of them come out."

"Not bad."

(End of this chapter)