The young lady nodded knowingly and walked to the table, staring at the scroll that was slowly being opened in Li Hongxiu's hand.

The city lord, his wife, the general, Lin Yueru, and the master also gathered around, wondering what is this?

Dongfang Yu'er helped her aunt unroll the scroll. The two of them gestured and found that it was too long to spread out on the table. The master looked at it, pointed to a screen in the flower hall, and said, "Hang it on the screen. Look at it like this

Look more carefully."

Li Hongxiu nodded gratefully to the Master and hung the unfolded scroll on the screen with her hands.

When opened, the picture is two feet wide and five feet long. In the painting, Li Hongxiu is wearing a white dress, with red lips and white teeth. She is standing under an apricot tree, frowning slightly, staring into the distance. The apricot flowers are falling in spring. If you look closely, it looks like in the painting.

People are also looking at you. You are so charming, not just in words.

Li Mingzhu looked at her sister and said softly to everyone: "This is the painter Nalanmei from Sifang City. He spent two years painting Hongxiu. It can be regarded as a labor of love."

Lin Yueru, Ye Zhiqiu, and the city lord's wife looked at it carefully and all said that the painting was lifelike and that it was really a good painting!

Shangguan Wushuang took Dongfang Yuer's hand, looked at Li Ye nervously, and thought to himself: It's almost time to divide the money!

The teacher looked at it carefully and looked at it again, and said that it was a good painting, rare in the world, and it only needed a poem. Then, he turned around and looked at Li Ye, which meant: People have come to your door, and it’s time for you to express yourself.

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Li Hongxiu pulled Li Ye's sleeve, pointed at the painting and said: "I offered the reward for more than 20 days and received hundreds of poems, all thinking about my gold coins, but none of them satisfied me."

Halfway through, he looked at the master and Lin Zhiqiu, and patted Li Ye on the shoulder: "Without further words, hurry up and resolve this matter for my sister. No money will be lost to you."

Everyone laughed when they heard this. It turned out that Li Hongxiu was anxious because she wanted Li Ye to write a poem for her.

Li Ye glanced at Li Hongxiu, then at his husband, and whispered: "It's better to ask my husband to write it. He is much more talented than me."

Mr. An An sat in front of the hall. He didn't answer Li Ye's words, but gave Li Ye a look, which meant: They are looking for you, boy. Hurry up and write poems for money.

When the two young ladies heard this, they became anxious and shouted in unison: "No! Li Ye, my sister (aunt) is looking for you! You can't blame the husband."

That means: hurry up and collect the money for writing poems, so we can divide it up! Once the husband writes it, nothing will happen to us.

Everyone laughed together when they saw the anxious look of the two young ladies.

Li Ye saw that he couldn't escape, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet. Looking at Li Hongxiu's blushing face, he said, "As promised, I will only write one song. If you don't like it, go find someone else."

The master here has asked Agui to spread rice paper on the table and polish the ink.

Li Ye walked to the table, picked up the wolf hair, and looked back at Li Hongxiu in the painting, but in his heart he thought about Li Bai drinking while writing while crying. In his little heart, he really didn't understand, isn't she just a beauty?

As for crazy?

Stepping on a small wooden stool brought by Agui, he pressed the rice paper with his left hand and began to write with his right hand.

Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance

Revlon in the spring breeze

If I hadn't seen you at the top of Qunyu Mountain,

Meeting under the moon at Yaotai

A song "Qing Ping Le" appeared on the paper. Putting down the pen, Li Ye did not look at Li Hongxiu, but first glanced at the teacher, thinking that if the teacher picked up the pen, would it be the same song?

Li Ye jumped off the stool, cupped his fists with his small hands, and said to everyone: "The students showed their ugliness and made the elders laugh."

Sir, he is a master, and he doesn't bother to comment. He just smiles, then looks at you Hongxiu, and thinks to himself: Are you satisfied with what I, a student, wrote?

Master, Master is naturally happy, thinking that his son is both civil and military, much better than the adults in the city.

The general was a martial artist who didn't pay much attention to poetry, but his wife Lin Yueru was a talented woman. Once she saw it, she was full of praise for her neat writing style and gorgeous poems. With Li Hongxiu, it was perfect.

The city lord and his wife came over, read it carefully, turned around and said, "Li Ye, you are not a good boy. You only wrote two sentences at my house last time. Today you wrote two more lines for Mr. Li?"

Li Mingzhu was very happy after reading the poem. She glanced at Li Hongxiu, then at Li Ye, and said, "Sister, do you want it? If not, just give it to me. I'll give you the five hundred gold coins!"

The two young ladies were hiding behind and were anxious. When they heard what Li Mingzhu said, they were overjoyed and clapped their little hands together. It was done, and they could share the money!

The more Li Hongxiu read it, the more she liked it. As soon as she heard what her sister said, she immediately quit and said in a loud voice: "That's not okay, this is mine! If you want, ask this guy to write it for you again!"

Tang Youyu was a businessman and had no literary talent, so he couldn't join in the fun. He just stood behind the master and congratulated him.

Tang Chao was brave enough to run over and hug Li Ye: "Brother, you are still the best! Princess Wushuang, we can share the money! La... La... La..." He hugged Li Ye and spun around.

It's like holding a pile of gold coins.

Miss Wushuang pulled Dongfang Yu'er over and nodded seriously: "Yeah, you can share the money!"

Everyone was happy, the men smiled reservedly, and the women all bent over with laughter. They thought to themselves: These children are so happy.

Li Hongxiu was very satisfied in her heart. Looking at these little kids who were playing tricks, she said with disgust: "Li Ye is not in a hurry. What are these little kids dancing for? Isn't it just money? I'll let Xiao Hong take the lead tomorrow."

Send it to Mr. Zizhuyuan!"

"Put this poem away and take it away later." Li Hongxiu asked Li Ye to help take down the paintings on the screen and spread them on the table.

"Once the poem is inscribed on the painting, it's done, don't you think?" Li Hongxiu said softly, looking at Li Ye beside him.

Li Ye raised his head and glanced at her, but didn't reply.

Several people started working together and quickly put away the banner they had written before. Li Hongxiu polished the ink for Li Ye with his own hands like a spring banquet, then stood aside and stretched out his hand to press the scroll.

Li Ye stood on the small stool again, picked up the pen, and stroked the brush. He was familiar with the road and completed the poem on the scroll without much effort.

Li Hongxiu looked at the verses on the scroll carefully, with a look of satisfaction on his face. "Yes, it is worth so many gold coins. Don't worry, I will introduce business to you again."

Li Ye looked at her, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your kindness. My cultivation is very important, and I don't have time to write poems anymore." The meaning is, it's just this one time, and it won't be the same next time.

Li Hongxiu was stunned and glared at him fiercely.

Uncle Fu entered the flower hall and told his master that the dishes had been placed on the table in the garden and the banquet could begin.

Mrs. Confucius greeted the guests out of the flower hall and went to have dinner in the garden. The husband and the general were walking together, chatting as they walked: "Why do I feel that there is one person missing? Why is your unparalleled master not here?"

When the general heard this, he returned and looked at Lin Yueru who was walking with Li Mingzhu: "Madam, why haven't you seen Shuang'er's master these days?"

Lin Yueru was holding Li Mingzhu's hand and chatting. When she heard her husband's question, she quickly replied: "Master Xu told Shuang'er a few days ago that she had a realization recently and wanted to stay in seclusion for a few days, so I didn't bother her today.

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The general and the gentleman nodded. People who practice martial arts naturally put their cultivation first.

When we walked to the garden, there were three dining tables set up inside, one large and two middle. The larger one was for a group of guests, and the other two were for a few children and the servants of the house. In the words of the Master, they were all a family.

, no need to distinguish each other.

Ye Zhiqiu took Li Mingzhu to sit on the front seat, but Li Mingzhu refused, so he asked Ye Zhiqiu to sit on the seat, saying that it was appropriate for the birthday boy to sit on the front seat. Everyone laughed and sat down according to the master's arrangement.

Li Ye took Tang Chao and sat together. The two young ladies sat opposite Li Ye. They also held hands and were very affectionate.

Feeling that there were few people, Li Ye asked Agui to come and sit down again, and said: "You are not my servant, you are my brother, now and in the future. Remember!"

Agui's face was full of gratitude, thinking that the young master was kind to me. He walked over and sat down on the other side of Li Ye.

When the master saw that everyone was seated, he stood up and spoke: "Although today is my wife's birthday, it is also a day for our gathering. The most important thing is that everyone is happy."

The lady also stood up and spoke: "Thank you all for coming to gather today. I won't say much more. Those who want to drink, drink, and those who don't drink, here is the sour plum juice made by Mrs. Tang. Unfortunately, she is not in good health today and cannot come."

Li Hongxiu stood up and poured plum juice for the ladies, and a glass of rice wine for herself.

When Miss Wushuang saw the sour plum juice, she stood up and walked to Li Hongxiu, took the jar from the table, and said: "Auntie, you elders should drink wine, and the sour plum juice should be reserved for the children!"

After saying that, he returned to the table with Weng Lu in his arms. He first poured a bowl for Dongfang Yu'er and said, "Sister Yu'er, you didn't drink it just now. Take a sip quickly. It's delicious!" Then he poured another bowl for himself.

bowl.

He glanced at Li Ye opposite, indicating that he wanted to drink it himself. He picked up the bowl, imitated the adult's imitation, and said to Dongfang Yu'er: "Come on, let's do it together!"

Dongfang Yu'er also raised the bowl and touched it lightly with the young lady. Then she opened her mouth and took a sip: "It tastes really good, sour, sweet and cold."

Putting down the bowl she was holding, Dongfang Yu'er held the urn and poured a bowl for Li Ye: "Brother, you worked hard writing poems for my aunt, drink a bowl too."

Agui took the jar from Dongfang Yu'er and poured it into Tang Chao's and his own bowls.

The young lady slapped the table with her little hand and looked at Li Ye: "Li Ye, look how nice the second sister is to you! Remember, give her a few more gold coins when you divide the money tomorrow."

Li Ye looked helpless, thinking that both of you are princesses, do you need this little money?

Lin Yueru looked at her daughter's appearance and shook her head helplessly. She had been repeatedly taught to be quiet and virtuous along the way. This was good. When she saw Dongfang Yu'er, the two hit it off immediately. Why did she care about her image?

Ye Zhiqiu didn't care about this, he felt very happy just looking at the two girls.

"Wushuang, if you have time in the future, come to the academy with Yu'er. There are many children in the academy." Ye Zhiqiu said to the young lady across the table.

Li Ye, who was holding a bowl and drinking sour plum juice with his head down, almost vomited.

There was a surge of air in my chest, and I couldn't swallow the sour plum juice in my mouth, nor could I spit it out.
Chapter completed!