After a long time of contemplation...

Zhao Yue finally looked up.

"Praying ink and serving."

The two maids standing beside Zhao Yue prepared vine paper and a good pen and inkstone early.

Zhao Yue took the brush and started splashing ink on the vine paper.

Not long after, the vine paper was covered with black water writing.

"Huh~"

Zhao Yue blew a few breaths at the Tengzhi. After it dries a little, he said to the maid beside him: "Hand it to your master."

The two maids were holding two corners, as if they were holding a painting.

The curtain opened slightly, and the two maids walked into the pink curtain, and the gap between the curtain disappeared immediately.

certainly...

Even for a while, Zhao Yue also saw Song Qi's appearance.

I saw Song Wei wearing a light pink dress, stretching to the ground, her slender waist was bound by a cloud belt, and she showed that she was not full of her grasp. A coral hairpin on her hair reflected her face like a lotus. Her face was extremely gorgeous, her eyes were charming, but she was as cold as frost. Her hair was combed into a gorgeous bun, and she was gorgeous and graceful. The pearls the size of a little finger were as bright as snow, and stars were twinkling between her hair.

No wonder Wang Dun and Emperor Ming took this beautiful face and put it in the room.

If there is no color, how could men in the world be sought after?

“Huh~”

Song Wei in the curtain looked at the lyrics and verses that Zhao Yue had just written in front of him, and his pupils suddenly dilated in his beautiful eyes, as if he had discovered something, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"This...is what you wrote?"

"If you want to change it if you have a fake one!"

"really?"

Song Zhi's eyes also had a look of suspicion.

"How could this be a strange word that you, a kid, could write, but you see it from your father's study?"

"It's my own writing."

Zhao Yue's lips curled slightly, and he knew in his heart that he might have already broken through the second floor.

"oh?"

Song Wei, who had a pink curtain, responded casually, and his eyes were frozen in the lyrics in front of him.

Red and soft hands, the beauty is drunk, the spring scenery of the city is full of willows. The east wind is evil, the joy is weak. A heart of sorrow is gone for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The scenery is as old as before, the people are thin in the empty space, the tears are red and the silk is shining through. Peach blossoms fall, and the idle pond and pavilion. Although the mountains are still there, the letters are hard to be entrusted. Don’t, don’t, don’t!

She read in a quiet voice, but in an instant, there were waves in her eyes. The lake water dripped a crystal teardrop on her face, falling down like pearls.

It is so beautiful that it is incomparable.

Thumb ~

Song Qi sang the strings in his hand while opening his lips and singing:

"I am a Han family and will be in the Shanyu court. Before the words were finished, the front drive had already resisted the flag.

The servant tears away, and the horse roars and screams. He is sad and sad, and tears are weeping with pearl tassels.

.........

The morning grass is not enough to be happy, and it is willing to be with the autumn grass. It is said that later generations will be embarrassed to marry far away."

This is "Mingjun", which was done by Shi Chong and reported by Lu Zhu. What he said is that Zhaojun married the Huns from afar, but was insulted by his father and son but did not dare to die.

In the past, I was the beautiful jade in the treasure box, but today I was the decay on the dirt.

The depressed and desolate feelings are fully revealed in the sound of the piano.

After the song.

Song Wei, who was already a tearful person, seemed not satisfied. He played the piano with his slender hands, and the music on the guqin reappeared!

This time the piano sound and singing are still sad, but in this misery, there seems to be trembling hope.

"The red and soft hands are drunk, the beauty is drunk, the spring scenery of the city is full of willows. The east wind is evil, the joy is weak. A heart of sorrow is gone for several years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The scenery is as old as before, people are thin in the empty space, and the tears are red and the sharks are shining through. Peach blossoms fall, and the idle ponds and pavilions are still there. Although the mountains and mountains are still there, the letters are hard to be entrusted. Don’t, don’t, don’t!”

"Woooooooooooooo~"

Even Zhao Yue, who was outside the curtain, could hear Song Zhi sobbing.

Zhao Yue did not bother him, so he waited quietly outside.

a long time...

The crying sounds in the curtain have disappeared, like a breeze blowing by, and cannot be found.

"How about this strange word in the following poem? But can you pass this level?"

"If it is your book, it is OK."

"I am here, have you heard this word elsewhere?"

Zhao Yue asked Song Wei this question.

"Have he mentioned me?"

Song Zhi suddenly asked this question without any end.

"Who?" Zhao Yue was deliberately confused.

"You want to joke with me too? Sure enough, you are the son of that pervert, and your temperament is so rude!"

"Your Excellency, are you going to ask my father?"

Song Zhi of the curtain was shy for a moment and finally nodded.

"yes."

"He never mentioned you before me."

"snort!"

As soon as Zhao Yue said this, Song Qi snorted coldly and immediately arrived. Zhao Yue could also feel the air conditioning on Song Qi after the curtain.

"But..." Zhao Yue deliberately whetted her appetite.

"But what?"

Song Zhi's mind was immediately attracted by Zhao Yue.

"But I've seen a painting in the study, which looks quite similar to your Excellency."

"Have you seen me?"

"A quick glance was taken when the maid entered the tent."

"You are as romantic as your father."

Zhao Yue was as motionless as a mountain, and his face was not red. He just thought Song Zhi's words were praised.

"It's clear now."

Song Wei actually walked out of the pink curtain. She walked to Zhao Yue and looked at Zhao Yue carefully.

This is a little closer.

There is no doubt that Song Zhi is the most charming person Zhao Yue has ever seen. She seems to have a scent of desire all over her body, which makes people unconsciously fall into it.

That plump...

Wait ~

What am I thinking?

Zhao Yue shook his head suddenly.

"Can you see clearly now?"

Song Zhi stared at Zhao Yue and asked.

"See clearly."

Zhao Yue focused on the key points.

"It's similar to that painting?"

"Can't say it's like."

When Zhao Yue saw Song Qi, he frowned slightly and continued to say behind him: "It can only be said that it is exactly the same. You seem to be walking out of the painting. When I saw the painting before, I was wondering how could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? Now I see it, real people, more beautiful than the ones in the painting."

Song Qi smiled like a flower on his face, and the iceberg was melted directly by Zhao Yue's words.

"real?"
To be continued...