Drawing Crescent Eyebrows: Alluring Zinnia with a Smile

Chapter 265

Hearing her say a few regretful words, Ye Xu knew that she still liked that legend in her heart, that is, she yearned for anything related to the period when Beixia founded the country, "It's a pity that you have said two consecutive words, so it can be seen Heartbroken."

She lowered her eyes slightly, "I've always been like this, and it's not the first day you know me." After finishing speaking, she stroked her brows and eyes, her face slightly lonely, "Since I left Shengjing, whether it's me or Suxue, she hasn't done her makeup for a long time."

Saying this sentence, in fact, another meaning is also melancholy for the thousands of troops. They don't know how long it has been since they have lived a stable life and eaten a bowl of peaceful food.

Ye Xu naturally understood her thoughts, but she didn't want these things to wrap her up, so she pretended to be relaxed, and chanted a poem with a playful smile: "The hills overlap and the golden light fades away, and the clouds on the temples want to burn the fragrant and snowy cheeks. Lazy to draw Crescent eyebrows, heavy make-up and late washing. Looking at the front and back mirrors of flowers, the flowers complement each other. The new post shows Luo Ru, and both golden partridges."

She knew that Ye Xu wanted to relax her mind, and immediately looked at him warmly, and said with a little annoyance: "In the barracks, there are constant shouts outside, so you are in the mood to talk to me about words!"

He smiled faintly, sat next to her, and said with a smile: "Leave the outside affairs to Mu Cha to plan, so I naturally can't be in a hurry, not to mention that I have already done everything that can be done. It is rare that it will be New Year's Eve in two days, so let's relax." Relax, let’s talk about these poems and songs.”

"Lazy to draw eyebrows, heavy makeup late to wash..." Qingyou also intended to do the same, and then she thought of this poem carefully, and commented: "Wen Feiqing's poem is very good, it just talks about the charm... "As she said, she got up and walked to the desk, and wrote a poem in a smooth and elegant manner. Ye Xu watched from the side and read slowly, "...the willow silk is long, and the peach leaf is small. The deep courtyard Absolutely no one arrives. The red sun is light, the green smoke is clear. The warbler sounds three or two times. The snow is fragrant, but the sandalwood halo is less. The lying branches and flowers on the pillow are good. The spring is heavy, and the makeup is late. When thinking about the residual dream..."

Gently put down the last stroke, picked up the book paper and blew it lightly twice, and said proudly: "This "Geng Louzi" written by Yan Shuyuan fully describes the situation of boudoir thoughts in spring and the emptiness of the courtyard. The movement is quiet, but the spring is heavy in the back, the makeup is late, and the meaning is similar to Wen Feiqing's laziness, drawing eyebrows, heavy makeup and washing late, but it's just emotional, but it's not as good as it!"

Ye Xu's eyes were as deep as ink, and he smiled warmly. He nodded and said: ""Bai Yu Zhai Ci Hua" called it "tactful and lingering, with deep affection". The meaning of "searching for thought" is deeply sad, and the imagination space is also larger, which is indeed not comparable to "Bodhisattva Man".

Qingyou turned her eyebrows and eyes, and wrote another Su Dongpo's "Butterfly Love Flower": Die Lan Yingying is halfway through spring.The flowers fall in the strong wind, and the small courtyard is full of red.Drunk at noon, not awake, red at night, no one rolls the curtain at dusk.The temples are clouded, the eyebrows are loose, and the eyebrows are shallow.Always worried about the matchmaker, who wants to sue for entertainment.If you don't believe it, it's hard to tie the knot, Yang Hua still has the wind to control.

She said slowly: "The feeling of spring is waning, and it also has the meaning of lethargy. It is even more unique and extraordinary. The styles of the three schools have their own merits, just like employing people."

The corner of Ye Xu's mouth twitched, "Although this third poem also agrees, the feeling is lazy and ecstatic. It's just that compared with the previous two poems, it is more sad and sentimental. The Dongpo layman also used Yanghua Self-metaphor, the meaning of hurting spring is just like."

Qingyou heard Yang Hua's self-expression, and her heart sank, "Yang Hua... looks like a flower but not a flower, and her social status is not high. She was born to float with the wind, and her fate is uncertain. She is like a poor girl with no support. Here Mr. Dongpo drew metaphors from the scene, compared himself to Yang Hua, and expressed his sadness in lyrical words, and the more he reads, the more sad and moving he becomes."

Seeing that the surroundings were cold and serious, Ye Xu was afraid that mentioning this would make her feel cold, so she pretended to be unintentional and hummed softly, and said with a smile: "It's just that the princess is really virtuous, and she doesn't even forget her advice at this moment."

While speaking, Ye Xu suddenly noticed that her hand holding the book paper was flushed, she couldn't help frowning, and reached out to hold her hand in it, as if to blame: "It's cold in the tent, and your hands are so cold I don’t even know how rich I am!”

Qingyou took a deep breath, "Your Highness King Rong is meticulous, so Qingyou is naturally not afraid."

The two looked at each other and smiled, but they thought in unison in their hearts, may this peace last forever, and may this battle end as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)