Mingzhu only focused on looking at the handsome guy in ecstasy, and had long forgotten the risk of exposure. However, Lizi was very smart. He stepped forward and blocked the front of the bead curtain:
"Young Master Wang, I'm sorry, Mingzhu is not seen by outsiders."
At this moment, Li Zi was majestic and full of righteousness, as if a golden-armored god had descended into the mortal world. Wang Wei suddenly woke up, his face turned red, and he apologized again and again:
"I'm sorry, it's because the students were rude."
Wang Wei was so shocked by Li Qingzhao's words that he even used the word student.
Wang Weichao took a few steps back and sat down again, his eyes still staring closely at the bead curtain. At this time, a red sun was rising in the east, and the bright sunlight shone into the hall, making the bead curtain shine even brighter.
The light was bright and dazzling, but Wang Wei felt that the girl behind the bead curtain was even more radiant, making people dare not look up.
Silence returned to the room. Just now, Wang Wei didn't know what to say. Now, he didn't dare to speak casually. In front of such a talented girl, he felt that everything he said seemed so vulgar and vulgar.
I have no confidence and am afraid that Mingzhu will laugh at me.
Really, he was really afraid that Mingzhu would despise him. He had once achieved great success as a young man, had become famous all over the world with a gold-level horse, and had fascinated countless girls and broken countless hearts, but he never cared about it. But today, Wang Weizhen really
I care.
He cares about what this girl thinks of him and the impression his words and deeds leave on this girl. He hopes that Mingzhu will pay attention to him, but he also vaguely feels that this is a luxury wish.
'Yes, how could such a girl with astonishing talent and unparalleled beauty pay attention to an ordinary person like me?'
Haha, ordinary, this is the first time in his life that the great talent Wang Wei feels that he is ordinary, and this idea is still so deep-rooted. He feels that in front of this girl, he is an ordinary person, a complete vulgar person.
Wang Wei's heart was like the moon flying through the clouds. Sometimes it showed a warm light, and sometimes it was completely blocked by the clouds. He was happy, surprised, delighted, and lost all of a sudden.
Wherever we are, what year it is today.
Wang Wei was tossing in his mind, but gave Mingzhu enough time to admire the handsome guy. Finally, Mingzhu exhaled a long breath:
'He's so handsome. There's nothing I can do to make him leave Chang'an for such a handsome guy. If he leaves, where will I go to see him? I have to find a way to keep him so that I can see him slowly.'
Although Mingzhu's idea was somewhat unpopular, it was consistent with Biluan's thoughts and her original intention of making the golden bamboo slips.
Mingzhu looked at Wang Wei seriously again and then called out:
"Prince."
"Here." Wang Wei blurted out, but after he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong with what he said and couldn't help but blush.
Mingzhu stared straight at him, watching as his mutton-fat jade-like skin slowly turned a layer of reddish, white and rosy. It was so tempting that she wanted to bite it.
One bite!
"Why does he blush so easily? It's so fun to tease such a handsome guy." There was an evil little devil snickering in Mingzhu's heart.
"Mr. Wang, do you want to see me for something?" Mingzhu asked seriously.
"That's right, I read the poems and essays on the golden bamboo slips yesterday, and I couldn't help but be shocked, so I wanted to ask the person who wrote these poems and essays for advice..."
Wang Wei couldn't go on because he didn't know whether it was appropriate for him to ask for advice from such a young girl.
Mingzhu smiled sweetly:
"Oh, you are talking about those poems and essays. How can I ask for advice? Mr. Wang is a famous talent, and his talent must be far superior to mine. I am already happy that my humble works have caught the attention of Mr. Wang.
I can’t help myself.”
Mingzhu is indeed very good at coaxing people. With a few words, she relaxed the atmosphere, and Wang Wei's emotions were unconsciously moved by her:
"The girl is too modest. The poems on the golden bamboo slips and the one that the girl recited just now are enough for Wang Wei to use for his whole life."
After finishing speaking, Wang Wei actually recited the poem by Li Qingzhao that Mingzhu just mentioned. This surprised Mingzhu. Although she had not specifically learned the precautions for time travel, she also understood,
You can't do anything that disturbs history. If Wang Wei publicizes Li Qingzhao's poem all over the world, wouldn't that destroy Li Qingzhao's reputation? By then, people won't say that he is a person named Fang Mingzhu.
If modern people come to the Tang Dynasty to show off and deceive, but say that Li Qingzhao plagiarized the ancients, then their own sins are too great.
Mingzhu thought of this and quickly said:
"Prince, please don't spread these words outside. After all, I am a girl and I don't want to be too ostentatious and cause people to talk."
This is really nonsense. All Fang Mingzhu has done these days is to show off everywhere and make people talk. But now Wang Wei's heart has been surrounded by the beating light on the bead curtain, and he has no time to go.
If you distinguish between pearls, you will believe whatever the pearl says.
Now that Mingzhu said that she didn't want to show off, he felt that Mingzhu really didn't like to show off - otherwise, why wouldn't she show her true face to others? This shows that she is a lonely and self-admiring woman.
Therefore, when a man begins to fall for a woman, the woman no longer has to make excuses for her behavior. The man has already made one for them.
Now when he heard what Mingzhu said, Wang Wei quickly said:
"Girl, please rest assured about this. I am not a reckless person. The words in a girl's boudoir are of course very noble. I will definitely not go out and talk nonsense."
Mingzhu's heart finally calmed down a little. She started to get back to the topic again:
"Actually, when it comes to those poems, they are not very elegant." This is nonsense. Yuan opera was not originally popular for its elegance. "But the meaning in it can speak to people's hearts. Master, I want to say
this one?"
When Mingzhu asked, Wang Wei couldn't help but nod his head:
"The girl is so right. Although these poems and essays do not follow any format or rhythm, every word is filled with insights and insights that make people admire them."
Wang Wei really admired Mingzhu more and more. How could he have imagined that those words were not summed up by Mingzhu at all, but summed up by so many people in later generations for Yuan Qu.
"So when I saw the girl so young, I felt even more frightened. I really didn't expect that the girl was already so overwhelmed by the world at such a young age."