My Empress Likes Handsome Guy

Song Xiuchen said innocently: "there are many poems here, and not every capital is a love poem."

Jiang Dong picked up the paper and read two sentences: "after the new rain on the empty mountain, the weather comes late in autumn. The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring stone flows up. "

Song Xiuchen reluctantly laughed and said, "good mood, what does your royal highness think of this poem?"

Jiang Dong rolled his eyes: "I recited it when I was in junior high school, and it's not complete. I know the last two sentences."

"Oh?" A, busy way: "ask for advice?"

Jiang Dong picked up the fine brush on the table and wrote the following two sentences: "the bamboo noise returns to huannu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. If you want to rest in spring, you can stay for yourself. "

Song Xiuchen endured the discomfort of his eyes and read it again. He sighed: "good artistic conception!"

Jiang Dong went to see the other verses in the Huajian, what "the rain in Weicheng is light, the guest house is green and willow is new.". I advise you to make a glass of wine, go out of Yangguan in the west, have no old friends, "sit alone in the Yellow grove, play the piano and roar again. Deep forest people do not know, the moon to shine "

As she looked at it, she sneered and said to Xiuchen of song: "they are all fake! It's not written by Miss Ning. "

Song Xiuchen, who had a strong desire to survive, said quickly, "I know. The writer of this poem should be a man. "

Jiang Dong hummed: "do you know you still look so absorbed?"

Song Xiuchen pulled her around and sat down, "because it's a good poem, I just read it. It's not because this poem was written by Miss Ning. "

Jiang Dong said, "Miss Ning, do you think I'm a dead man! She is a lady in a boudoir who dares to have an affair with you on this kind of flowered paper, and she knows all the streets and alleys where she writes the love poems. She's a lady in the boudoir

Song Xiuchen reached out and patted her back. The smile in his eyes became more and more obvious, "don't be angry."

Jiang Dong wanted to tear up the poem, and song Xiuchen quickly pressed it down, "let me copy it first!"

Jiang Dongdao: "I also know a lot of poems. I'll give you silence."

Song Xiuchen firmly took Huajian back from her hand and said with a smile, "I don't have too many. I'll copy yours after copying these."

Jiang Donghuo, "no way!"

This sound was earth shaking, and the eardrum of Xiuchen of Song Dynasty was in a faint pain. He said with a smile: "then you copy down the poem in this paper, don't tear it."

Jiang Dong read those poems once. Some of them were familiar to her, but many of them were unknown to her. She could not help murmuring in her heart.

It seems that Ms. Ning's education level is higher than her. It is not easy to write so many poems of Wang Wei at once.

She took up her pen and copied down the ten or so poems on the paper. Song Xiuchen looked at her angry face and poked it on her cheek. "It feels good."

Jiang Dong said angrily, "don't make trouble!"

Song Xiuchen laughed and let Jiang Dong throw away the paper. He held her in his arms, pressed her hand and said in her ear, "I'll teach you how to write."

Jiang Dong's posture of holding the pen was adjusted. He took her to write with great care. Jiang Dongxian was still angry. He wrote with him for a while, and his anger disappeared. He leaned on his arms and said, "I'm really angry!"

Song Xiuchen said with a smile, "your husband is here. You can't run away. What's your anger? It's just a joke. "

Jiang Dong said, "I'm angry that Miss Ning doesn't give up on you!"

Song Xiuchen's eyes were dim, holding her jaw, and looking at her in a deep voice: "Jiang Dong, I have you in this life is enough, whether you believe it or not, I have you, the only woman I see in my eyes is you, and I can't hold another one any more."

Jiang Dong saw him suddenly serious, surprised and moved, but also a little embarrassed, gently nodded, said: "I also only you." Written literature 2020 www.dst9.cc

Well, the present situation is that the literary and artistic soil has fallen off!

So Jiang Dong added in time, "but this life is so long, I also listen to what you say at this time."

Song Xiuchen held her tightly in his arms, "as long as you don't disappear for no reason, it's just this sentence in your life. Only you

Jiang Dong moved in his heart, "how can I disappear for no reason?"

Song Xiuchen nodded and said, "No. LAN Heng, Yun Heng and I are all here. Where can you go

Jiang Dongyi in his arms, song Xiuchen suddenly picked up her left hand, saw a few small needle like wounds above, and looked at it attentively, "what's going on?"

Jiang Dong quickly said with a smile, "ah, it's OK! In the afternoon, I went to see Li Lizhi and saw I found it interesting to see Mr. Lu acupuncture there, so I learned it. I didn't expect that there were holes in his hands. "

Song Xiuchen frowned and said, "Why are you curious about everything? Can you pay attention in the future? "

Jiang Dong quickly nodded: "yes!"

Song Xiuchen's face slowed slightly, and Jiang Dong said with a smile: "I'm not going to teach me to write."

Song Xiuchen sighed and continued on the paper holding her hand.

……In a twinkling of an eye, the day before the birthday of Xiuchen of Song Dynasty, Jiang Dong didn't go anywhere. He was bored in his bedroom to catch up with sewing.

Apricot flowers in the side looking at the white silk on a red, green and blue mess, can not say a good word. Jiang Dong saw her worry and comforted her: "don't worry, I prepared more than this gift!"

Apricot flower grinned, extremely reluctantly grinned.

In a hurry, he finally embroidered the purse before Song Xiuchen came. Jiang Dong studied the purse. The original plan was to embroider a pair of mandarin ducks, but now they are two who do not know what are looking at each other.

The Mountain Ghost flashed in and caught a glimpse of the things in Jiang Dong's hands and called, "what is this?"

Jiang Dong opened her hand to let her see clearly, and asked sincerely, "what do you think it looks like?"

The Mountain Ghost doubted: "is it what weariness wins the skill? The imperial palace of Tai'an City is strictly investigating the art of weariness. Unexpectedly, we have Tongchuan palace! Who wants to hurt you

Jiang Dong said with a straight face: "no, thank you! It's not that you're tired of winning skills! "

The Mountain Ghost took the thing and looked at it carefully. "Are you sure, princess? I think it's really like witchcraft. Where did you pick it up? I'll let you know about it. "

Jiang Donglian said in a hurry: "no, you said that Tai'an City is under strict investigation? But what happened? "

The Mountain Ghost returned the purse to Jiang Dong, wiped his hand on her skirt, and said to Jiang Dong, "there is a rumor that a group of Taoists secretly sneaked into Tai'an City and set up an array around the imperial city to steal the fortune of the emperor of Dongwu. The emperor, surnamed pan, was seriously ill. It was found that he was disgusted with the art of victory and was furious. He arrested those Taoists and executed them all at once. "

Jiang Dong's heart slightly startled, "Pan he was seriously ill? Are you all right? "

The Mountain Ghost shook his head and said, "it's said that it's not good. I fainted for several days."

Jiang Dong stood up, "fainted for several days! There are so many people in Taian who want to fight against him. Can he cope with it? "

"Why are you so excited? What does it have to do with you or not? "

Jiang Dong was worried. He thought for a second that since Pan Fu had captured those Taoists, it should be said that the problem was not big.

Song Xiuchen's voice came in from outside the temple door: "Xuanyi and the Mohist school are supporting in secret. There's nothing wrong for the time being. Don't worry about it."