Chapter 32 The Dreaming Version of 'A Thousand Poems'
Zhao Bing chuckled and said, "Sir, this is a good thing. The poems in it are all written by poor people in the Hanlin Academy and the palace, and they are all written in sleep."
"Dream talk version?" Feng Jueyu was slightly startled and wondered: "What is the sleep talk version?"
Don’t you understand? Zhao Bing straightened his back and said as if he had learned a lot: “This book was written in a dream.”
Feng Jueyu swung him over with his Jueyin Kick: "Speak carefully."
Zhao Bing stepped aside, came over like a ghost, and said with a playful smile: "Hey, it's actually just a poem written in sleep."
"Can you compose poems while talking in your sleep?" Feng Jueyu was shocked. Of course, he was not stunned because he was composing poems in his sleep, but because he could compose a thousand poems. Which guy is so talented?
Zhao Bing said with a smile: "Master, don't underestimate this book. This book was circulated by the Hanlin Academy a few years ago. It is said that those poor people who wrote poems every day were so stunned that they could even complete two sentences while sleeping. Later,
He was discovered by an ignorant boy, so he went around recording poems written by poor talented people in their dreams every day during his nap, and gradually picked out more than a thousand poems. Then the boy became famous because of this book.
Become the most talented person in the world."
"Is there such a thing?" Feng Jueyu's eyes widened when he heard this. There are so many wonders in the world. It's too easy to become a talented person. He looked at Zhao Bing and knew that this kid was sneaky.
No good thing. After looking at the quality of the book, he immediately guessed something and said: "Is your book a pirated version?"
Zhao Bing scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Young Master is laughing, isn't this the pressure of life? I just happened to catch up with the Talents Association, so I asked someone to print a few more copies, and I planned to take them to Xilin Lake to make some money, and deal with them.
Just a mouthful of food."
Damn, this guy is definitely the shrewdest pirated publisher in Taixuan Continent, and he really has financial acumen. Feng Jueyu admired him beyond compare and asked: "What edition is this for you? How can you sell it if it's so rough?
How much?"
Zhao Bing said disdainfully: "Sir, don't underestimate this book. This book is only the third edition. Now all the books sold outside are in the ninth edition. As for the price, hey, Cheng Hui will give you one tael of silver."
"One tael of silver?" Feng Jueyu was speechless and said: "Okay, your third edition has long been behind the eighth and ninth editions. If you sell it at this time, I don't know how many people will have it.
Sell the ten copper plates quickly, be careful not to smash them in your hands."
"Ah?" Zhao Bing looked at the sky, slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me, I'm so stupid. Thank you for reminding me, I'll give this book to you."
"What do I need this for?" Although Feng Jueyu didn't have much talent for poetry, he did dabble in poems and songs. He was familiar with three hundred Tang poems. If he couldn't compose them, wouldn't he know how to memorize them?
But after thinking about it, he still stayed. It's okay to look through this thing when there is nothing to do. Let's see what state Taixuan's literati have reached?
After returning to the door and waiting for a while, Shangguan Ruomeng finally walked to the door accompanied by Xing'er. The moment the delicate figure appeared, Mr. Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. This girl is so beautiful today.
A thin layer of pink and white applied on the hibiscus face, bright eyes, white teeth and rosy lips...
Feng Jueyu couldn't help but praise in her heart. Shangguan Ruomeng walked out with a little redness on her face like a fairy among flowers. The fragrant breeze followed, as if the willows in front of the door were bent by it. Her graceful figure
It is full of curves and looks like a perfect jade from top to bottom without any flaws.
Compared with the usually aloof eldest lady of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Ruomeng shed her arrogance and coolness today and returned to her true nature as a girl. The long silk brocade dress with orchids and chrysanthemums flaunted her youthful and beautiful figure.
One side is completely highlighted, and brings out an aura of tranquility that is as tranquil as an otherworldly fairy.
It's so beautiful!
Feng Jueyu is not a hard-working man who gives up his back for five buckets of rice, nor is he unable to lift his legs because of a woman's beauty, but today is an exception. The surprise that Shangguan Ruomeng brought to him was so shocking that it almost subverted Feng Da.
With her poor sense of aesthetics, this daughter-in-law is really a nuisance. If she can't be controlled in the future, she will be cuckolded one by one. If that happens, I might as well just change my career to sell hats. No, if I don't tame this girl, I will never get married.
"Sister Shangguan is so beautiful."
Feng Jueyu stepped forward, suppressing the feverish throbbing in his heart and his little brother's overly excited desire to move before he stood still, bowed and praised.
Xing'er rolled her eyes and ignored her. Only then did Young Master Feng realize that Feng Jueyu looked like this before. Only now did Young Master Feng realize why Brother Pig had to hide his tail between his legs.
Bewitched.
"Brother Ruomeng has met Feng."
Shangguan Ruomeng is still so polite and polite that no one can find any fault. I don’t know that the way Feng Jueyu looked at her just now has already made Miss Shangguan feel dissatisfied. I have already taken you to visit the relatives of your third wife. I don’t know.
Are you planning to commit yourself to getting married? Sooner or later, I will be your wife, so why do you still have such a dirty expression?
Feng Jueyu had no idea that this seemingly friendly and kind-hearted wife-to-be despised him in her heart.
Speechless for a moment, Feng Jueyu was stunned and thought, that's not right, the third child should be on the field.
Feng Jueyu coughed dryly and looked to the opposite side. Damn it, Zhao Bing was grabbing the wall with both hands and drooling all over the floor. He was looking over here. That guy actually looked straight through his eyes.
What a delay!
Shangguan Ruomeng didn't seem to notice the "Brother Pig" standing in the opposite corner. Seeing Feng Jueyu's face looking slightly embarrassed, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Feng, are you okay?"
"Ahem, okay, okay?" Feng Jueyu pretended to cough.
"Then let's set off." Shangguan Ruomeng shook his head, looking disappointed, and was about to sit in the car.
Zhao Bing hasn't come over yet, and Feng Jueyu is extremely anxious...
Damn it, if you don’t come here, everyone will leave...
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stepped on the carriage with one foot, used the middle and index fingers of one hand to imitate the coquettish way of the dandy princes in ancient times, twisting the prince's scarf, and wrote a poem...
"Ah~, there is a friend... coming from... afar..."
The master's servant who had just got on the car couldn't hold back his joy when he heard this. The horseman who was pulling the whip also laughed and turned around and said: "Uncle, it's still early to recite poems. There are plenty of opportunities when we get to Xilin Lake. Now get on the car."
Bar."
Xing'er also burst into laughter and said, "Yes, uncle, what's more, what you're reciting is the words on the Analects of Confucius. You didn't do it yourself. Aren't you afraid of others laughing at you?"
Feng Jueyu had no time to recite poetry at the moment. He was reciting these words to the "Pig Brother" opposite him. He deliberately raised his voice and said: "You can't say it like that. Good words are for appreciation. The sun is shining brightly today."
The sky is bright and clear, and I am in a very good mood. It is not against the law to recite a sentence or two..."
As Feng Jueyu spoke, he kept looking towards the opposite street, scolding Zhao Bing in his heart: "Grandma, there's nothing I can do if you don't come over. Just go back and follow the horse's ass for more than ten miles."
The road is so tiring for you.
Fortunately, Zhao Bing woke up in time and saw Young Master Feng half-footed in the car. He couldn't help but was startled, and trotted over to stop the carriage: "Is this Miss Shangguan in front of you?"
Feng Jueyu breathed a sigh of relief. The coachman looked at Zhao Bing and stood up alertly. He raised his whip and shouted, "Who are you? You dare to block the eldest lady's carriage."
Zhao Bing took out the letter, presented it with both hands, and said: "Don't get me wrong, someone asked a villain to deliver the letter to the lady..."
Shangguan Ruomeng frowned, and Feng Jueyu quickly volunteered and got out of the driveway: "Who sent it?"
"Miss, you will know after seeing it." After Zhao Bing finished speaking, he walked away.
Feng Jueyu did not open the letter, but took it back to the car and asked, "Sister Shangguan, do you want to read it?"
Shangguan Ruo dreamed about it, took the letter, opened it, and his pretty face was suddenly covered with a layer of frost.
Feng Jueyu deliberately didn't look at him. Xing'er didn't know what happened and asked hurriedly: "Miss, who sent it and what is it?"
Shangguan Ruomeng had a cold face for a while, then suddenly softened, pretending not to take the letter into his arms, and smiled brightly: "It's nothing, it's just a prank, don't pay attention, let's go to Xilin Lake."
The letter was written by Feng Jueyu. He naturally knew what was said in it. Seeing Shangguan Ruomeng's quick recovery, he couldn't help but praise her. This girl has such a calm mind. If it were another person, even if she could hold back,
Arrangements have to be made immediately, but I am still going to visit the lake. I have to say that the eldest lady's character has been tempered like steel and is as stable as Mount Tai.