Ying'er slowly walked towards me. Although she was very beautiful, I was a woman and I didn't know how to appreciate her beauty.
It wasn't until she stood still in front of me that Ying'er showed a gentle smile, lightly opened her lips and said, "Fei Yi, you are indeed as beautiful as the legend says. I have heard of such a poem before, which goes like this:
'Among the thousands of miles of white clouds, there is a very special person's home, with clothes as beautiful as water, where I yearn for and remember my first love.' Today I am lucky enough to see her true appearance, and it is true that she lives up to her reputation."
I was a little confused when I heard Ying'er's random verse.
Is this a poem specially written for me? I, the person involved, didn’t know it, but she told it to me through Ying’er. Ying’er seems to be not simple, she not only knows my existence, but also knows this poem.
Unknown verses.
"Who wrote this verbal poem? It's so shameful that you dare to show it to the world." I asked pretending not to care. I probably knew who wrote it because it was too obvious. If I don't know yet, then I really don't know.
Too stupid.
"Of course it came from the mouth of King Yi at that time. It is said that the person who actually wrote this poem was Mu Yiqing. From what you said, I didn't know that there was such a poem about you." Ying'er pursed her lips.
Smiling lightly, I don’t know what she deserves to be happy about. It’s not a compliment to her. Why should she be happy?
"About when?" I asked again. I was wondering in my heart that my nominal dead husband Mu Yiqing died, and it was really funny that he left me such a salivating poem.
Back then, I joked that I was a widow, but I didn’t expect that I would indeed become a widow today. However, not many people knew this fact.
"Let me think about it..." Ying'er lowered her head slightly, as if thinking. Then her eyes lit up, "It was the day Mu Yiqing entered the palace and died in the palace. He walked towards the palace with a maniacal laugh and chanted at the same time.
This poem. Others only think that the man is crazy, but to the ears of those who are interested, they have different feelings."
"Could it be that you are the thoughtful person?" I replied with a smile.
Ying'er gave me a meaningful look and said, "There are so many interested people, so why am I the only one?"
Her words seemed to be insinuations.
"Ying'er, what do you want to say to me when you are waiting here?" I believe that her real intention is not just to say this verbal poem to me.
"If you didn't tell me, I almost forgot about the important matter." Ying'er looked like she suddenly realized something.