Not to mention Shen Yixiu's lingering affection and melancholy, but Daiyu stood blankly beside the desk. The secluded scene in the painting and the profound meaning in the poem completely attracted her whole heart, and she was in a trance for a while. a feeling of.
It was the Zijuan beside him who knew him best as his master, and he was deeply afraid that his girl would get into trouble again, and she would be obsessed with him.
I used to be a girl, but now I am a woman. Being so obsessed with the artistic conception of these poems and paintings is the most nerve-wracking. Zijuan hurriedly pulled Daiyu's sleeves quietly and said with a smile: "The word "Uncle" is written here. It's majestic and graceful, and it matches this painting. It's just up to you grandmas to judge how good the poem is."
Only then did Daiyu wake up from her longing and confusion. Her face was even more complex and wonderful. She looked at her husband as if she didn't know him, and as if she couldn't see clearly. Outsiders said that her husband was a great man, even if he didn't know poetry. No one can match it, but only you can know the beauty and delicate thoughts inside.
Baochai was also shocked and inexplicable
This poem was obviously written for Daiyu. At that time, Daiyu asked her husband to write a sentence. She felt that the sentence "Be calm when facing big events" was too old-fashioned. Now her husband actually went to great lengths to send such a sentence to Daiyu, It's actually a bit heartbreaking.
Others were not so impressed, such as Baoqin, Yingchun, Miaoyu and Xiuyan, who were all shocked by Feng Ziying's poem.
Although everyone knows that this husband of his has a poetry dynamism from time to time and writes one or two amazing lines, but in the two or three years after getting married, Feng Ziying's career has become bigger and bigger, and she has more and more things to do outside. The traveling time is getting longer and longer, and this aspect seems to have quieted down.
A few days ago, the sentence "Be calm when faced with important events" surprised everyone. It can be said that Mr. Lang has had some occasional achievements in handling various court affairs over the years, but these two sentences today are completely different. It is written from the heart.
All the women praised her, even Shen Yixiu smiled and praised him after calming down his emotions, but Daiyu was distracted, obviously more touched.
In fact, Feng Ziying also knew that these two sentences by Nalan Xingde were not suitable for this kind of environment, but he was too busy in the past two days and could not think of any poems to satisfy Daiyu's literary youth feelings.
It is rare to be able to think of such a poem, and then I went to an antique store to find a painting that fit the artistic conception of these two poems. Fortunately, I finally found this painting by Shi Rui, which can bring Daiyu to life. Get fooled.
In fact, this poem has a sad and sentimental mood, which is not suitable for Daiyu. But Daiyu herself is a young literary person who likes sentimentality. If you want to impress her, you have to have this style of sadness for spring and sadness for autumn. In addition, Feng Ziying There are only a few songs by a few people that I can think of in my head, so I can only use this sentence as an emergency.
All in all, this matter was finally dealt with. Feng Ziying felt that it was more troublesome to deal with the women's artistic ambitions than to deal with the intrigues and intrigues of the court affairs. Looking at Baochai's somewhat lonely look, Feng Ziying knew it. What happened today made Daiyu very emotional, but it made Baochai a little sad.
Rumors of her painting and writing poems for Daiyu and Shen Yixiu reached Baochai's ears more or less. Besides, Baochai is generous, but isn't the most important thing for women to be a man's heart? ?
When it comes to the feelings of men in this era, especially towards women like Shen Xue Lin, it is not about objects such as jade pendants and hairpins, nor is it about mansions, gold and jade. What moves them most is poetry, nothing else.
Thinking of this, Feng Ziying felt a headache. One side was trying to please Daiyu one after another, but the other side had to consider giving an explanation to Baochai, and it had to be on par, otherwise this bowl of water If there is no justice, the life of the housekeeper will be full of disputes. After thinking about it for a long time, the person who untied the bell must also tie the bell, and when dealing with women, he had to use his own skills.
Although there was no emotion on Baochai's face, Feng Ziying could feel that Baochai was not in a high mood.
Logically speaking, after moving into the Grand View Garden, I rested in her Hengwu Garden on the first night. It should be the happiest time no matter what. However, although Baochai was gentle and charming, her lonely mood could not be hidden from Zhen Zhen. Border people.
Ying'er obviously felt this, quietly
She quietly gave Feng Ziying a look, but Feng Ziying ignored her. Ruo Xiangling still washed her feet, wiped her face, undressed and changed her shoes.
It wasn't until the two maids went out and Baochai was about to undress and go to bed that Feng Ziying took out a wooden board from a cloth bag she brought in. When she felt the man grabbing her shoulders, Baochai sighed secretly in her heart.
She also knew that she shouldn't be like this. On the first night of the move, the husband was resting in his room. It should have been a beautiful night full of joy and affection, but she just couldn't feel better.
Thinking of the painting that Lang Jun took out today, and Daiyu's infatuated love when she looked at that painting and half of the poem, she felt extremely sour in her heart. How could Lang Jun write such a poem for Daiyu, No, why are you so stingy about writing half a poem?
And looking at Shen Yixiu's thoughtful look, it obviously aroused some reverie. Baochai knew that Lang Jun also wrote poems for Shen Yixiu. Xiangling went to study poetry with Shen Yixiu, and Xichun was here Shen Yixiu went there to study painting and mentioned it inadvertently when he came back.
Does the husband think that he is the daughter of an imperial businessman who only knows economics and knows nothing about music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs? This makes Baochai feel very uncomfortable.
Turning around, Baochai relaxed herself and was about to show off her smile to her husband when she saw her husband holding a print in his hand and placing it in front of her.
It is a square piece of wood, with a piece of drawing paper clipped on top, and a wooden frame. It must have been made by Lang Jun himself.
There was a numbness and trembling in her heart, and Baochai couldn't help but tremble all over. She subconsciously covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes were slightly red, and she was a little unbelievable: "Mr. sir, is this for me?"
"Of course, there are only you and me in this boudoir, how can there be others? Are other people worthy of being delivered to my husband by hand?"
Feng Ziying saw Baochai's body trembling slightly and her warm jade-like cheeks flushed. She had never seen such an excited look before. She knew that she had done the right thing today. If it were left tomorrow, this gift would be greatly reduced.
, it seems that the painting and half of the poem I gave to Daiyu today had a great impact on Baochai.
This print is worthless at all, but to Baochai, it is a piece of thought, a piece of respect, and a piece of affection.
Feng Ziying spent more than an hour in the afternoon to draw the print. She hasn't used a pen for a long time, and her hand is a little shaky, but her skills are still there.
Looking at it like this, I really can't let go of this skill. I use it to test my skills from time to time. It is more lethal to the women in the house than anything else.
Baochai suppressed her inner excitement, pursed her lips, and took the painting from her husband's hand.
Not only must there be paintings, but there must also be poems. Baochai secretly encouraged herself, she must have it, and it must not be worse than Daiyu's. Baochai could not help but pray silently, but she must not let me down.
The painting appeared in front of him. Where Baochai looked, it was a sketch. With just a few strokes, his own image appeared on the paper.
He seemed to be standing on the edge of a large river, with the mountains and rivers looming, and the city in sight, while the husband in military uniform, with a haggard and tired face, stood beside him, waving his hand and pointing to the city, mountains and rivers, as if he was talking to himself and explaining something.
There is a war horse beside the husband, and a little further away, a long dragon-like army is marching into the distance. "The world is safe and sound, and I will live up to my country and my country."
Baochai silently recited another half of the poem in his heart, chewing it over and over again.
We know each other, we are close to each other, and only you know your husband's aspirations and ambitions, so this minister is you. Baochai was also a little crazy for a while, my husband actually knows me, understands me, trusts me?
I believe that I can help him stabilize the back house. He must be respectful, care for the forest, and invite the entire back house.
Shen Yixiu has a simple temperament and doesn't like worldly affairs, and Daiyu is too lazy to spend time on it. But with such a big back house of Feng Mansion, someone has to come and check it out, right?
Although Yuanyang and the others are capable, they are still maids after all, and they still need a mistress to take care of them. If not for themselves, how could the renovation of Rongning's second residence be completed so easily?
All kinds of complex emotions linger in my heart, sadness, pride, satisfaction, sweetness, all kinds of tastes are mixed together.
, especially the joy and sweetness brought by the unconditional trust of my husband, that feeling is really special.
"Ms. sir, is this your promise to me?" Baochai held the painting for a long time and looked at it again and again, as if she couldn't see enough. Finally, she raised her head and looked at Feng Ziying, with a flushed face and affectionate eyes.
asked in a trembling voice.
"Well, that's right." Feng Ziying smiled slightly and raised her hand to lift Baochai's chin, "Then I will live up to you. My sister knows how to live up to me, right?"
"Ah?" Baochai half-understood, and her cheeks turned red, "Ms. sir..."
"Then perform well tonight and try to give birth to a son for your husband..." Ziying put her hand around Baochai's waist and picked her up, "So tonight you will not let me down."
The rustling sound of undressing and undressing was accompanied by the subtle crunching sound on the bed, as well as the whispering, and finally evolved into gentle wind and drizzle, and the harmonious singing of the piano.
Xiangling and Ying'er, who were hiding outside, could finally breathe a sigh of relief. In fact, the two girls had already noticed that their mistress was in a bad mood, and it was always like this until the uncle came. It was never like this in the past, especially
It was today or the first day after moving house. I was resting in Hengwu Garden. Grandma was preparing to conceive and have a baby, but she was in a bad mood, which made both girls anxious.
This chapter has been completed!