Chapter 41 This is the first time I have heard of this request
He Fang wants to strike up a conversation, but doesn’t know where to start.
His gaze extended along Pu Ying to the pavilion behind Pu Ying.
The vermilion pavilion, the four corners of the pavilion are like flying wings.
There is a table and four stools inside the pavilion, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on them.
Looking back at Pu Ying, he found that Pu Ying was holding a bamboo slip with a large Chinese character "Poetry" engraved on it.
His pupils gradually dilated and he asked tentatively, "Do you also read poetry?"
"I know a little bit, but how can I compare to you? Your level of poetry is as good as that of the second princess. It's too late for me to ask you for advice!" Pu Ying smiled lightly and deliberately avoided looking at him.
"It's not enough to ask for advice, but we can communicate with each other." He Fang felt happy.
Now that he has struck up a conversation with Pu Ying, as long as he doesn't make a fatal mistake, something should happen with Pu Ying!
Unconsciously, his breathing became a little rapid.
"Communicate with each other, okay. My sisters all say that you are talented, but I just don't believe it! Can you conquer me?" Pu Ying raised her head and stared directly at He Fang's eyes.
"Should I conquer you with a poem?" He Fang felt hot in his heart.
The word "conquer" always made his imagination run wild.
I don't know whether Pu Ying did it intentionally or not, and I don't know if Pu Ying was using the provoking method. He always felt weird.
"Yes, yes... you conquered me with a poem." Pu Ying lowered her head slightly, her ears bright red.
He Fang calmed down and his eyes moved rapidly.
A poem flashed through his mind, and finally Wang Anshi's "Moored Boat Guazhou" stayed in front of him.
He sang vividly: "Between Jingkou and Guazhou, there are only a few mountains between Zhongshan. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?"
Pu Ying was fascinated by this.
At first she thought it was nothing, after all, the first two sentences were just like that.
But when she heard the last two sentences, she froze in place, motionless!
Her eyes were wide open, her eyes were flashing, and her thoughts were swirling.
In a daze, she seemed to see a wisp of spring breeze blowing along the south bank of the Yangtze River, bringing news of spring and vitality.
She seemed to feel the bright moon above her head, standing out against the stars!
Her eyes stared at the bright moon, and her ears listened to the sound of the wind. The soft spring breeze blew her thoughts into the distance...
Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name, one after another.
She shook her head slightly, and then she calmed down!
After realizing her gaffe, she gently raised her sleeves to cover half of her face, "What a wonderful poem, I was fascinated by it! I admit, your poem... conquered me!"
but--"
"But what?" He Fang asked.
"I have a bad memory, can you write this poem out? I plan to hang it on the wall and watch it day and night!" Pu Ying's voice was like a warbler's, melodious.
"Okay." He Fang's eyes lit up. This was the first time he had heard such a request!
He even had the illusion that Pu Ying liked his... talent!
Following Pu Ying to the pavilion, looking at Pu Ying's twisted waist, his hot eyes wanted to burn the white gauze string skirt to see what was happening under the skirt!
When he came to the pavilion, Pu Ying took him to a bench and made a "please" gesture.
He sat down politely and motioned for Pu Ying to sit down as well.
Pu Ying smiled lightly, ran her hands along her skirt along her hips and thighs, and then sat down.
Pu Ying's plump figure was not revealed due to the looseness of the skirt, but when she stretched her hands along the skirt, her butt stuck tightly to the skirt, perfectly displaying her proud S-shaped curve in front of everyone!
Gudong!
He Fang couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and there was a war between heaven and man in his heart.
At the same time, he noticed that there was some dust on the bench under Pu Ying. With quick eyes and quick hands, he quickly stretched out his right arm to wipe the dust with his sleeve.
At this time, Pu Ying sat down.
"Ouch!" Pu Ying screamed and stood up, holding her butt tightly with both hands, her cheeks turning red.
"I wiped the stool for you, who thought you would sit down so quickly." He Fang said innocently.
At that moment, his right hand felt soft, like two soft clouds pressing down... It was something he would never forget.
Pu Ying took a deep breath, looked at He Fang's dusty cuffs, then looked at the spotless bench, and said lightly, "Thank you, but remember to say it in advance next time."
"Okay!" He Fang retracted his hand and raised an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.
After Pu Ying sat down, he placed pen and paper in front of He Fang and asked He Fang to write the poem just now.
He Fang picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and then he finished it in one go and wrote the poem neatly in thin gold style.
Pu Ying's eyes went from dull to surprised to finally shocked in just three seconds.
"What font is this?" she couldn't help but ask.
"Skinny gold body." He Fang responded lightly, putting down his brush and looking back at Pu Ying.
"Skinny Gold Body... I've never heard of it... Is this your original font?" Pu Ying frowned, her eyes flashing.
"That's right." He Fang smiled lightly.
He didn't know which dynasty it was, but Pu Ying, who was well-educated and knowledgeable, didn't recognize Shoujin Ti. He felt that this dynasty should be before the Song Dynasty.
Or a world completely beyond his knowledge.
Seeing Pu Ying's stunned look, he decided to inquire, "Um... do you know about Qin Shihuang?"
"I don't know, who is that person? Your father?" Pu Ying asked blankly.
He Fang almost laughed.
He really hoped that Qin Shihuang was his father, but that was not realistic at all!
He strongly restrained his facial expression to prevent himself from laughing, and at the same time replied lightly, "That man is not my father, he is just a hero that I admire very much."
Pu Ying nodded "Oh" and said nothing more.
At this moment, He Fang's thoughts were complicated.
Although he doesn't know what kind of world this world is, he knows that the Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan music he is familiar with can be used by him!
You can also add an original label!
Thinking of this, he felt that there was hope for tomorrow's final!
At this time, he heard Pu Ying ask, "I like your font so much, can you teach me?"
"Okay, but I have a condition!" He Fang raised a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, many strange thoughts flashed through his mind, but only one stayed in his mind.