Chapter 53: I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals
When he heard that Shen Lie had written another poem, Zhang Jingxiu couldn't help but be slightly shocked. He stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand and looked over in surprise with his bright eyes wide open.
She looked at Shen Lie's naive face and was stunned. She was frightened by this strange man. Maybe she had never seen such a prolific poet.
Although in the Ming Dynasty, the imperial examination was too developed, scholars all over the world were keen on the Four Books and Five Classics, eight-part essays, and regarded poetry as an unfashionable path.
As a result, the status of poetry in the Ming Dynasty was not even as high as the story novels, travel notes, or even the Water Margin.
But poetry is difficult to create after all.
It is rare for a person to be able to make such a good sentence as "Despite countless hardships and hardships, he is still tenacious, regardless of the winds from the east, west, east, and west" throughout his life.
She never expected that the person in front of her would actually take out such masterpieces one after another as if he was performing magic!
This person...
What a geek.
So Zhang Jingxiu, who was shocked, looked at Shen Lie with a pair of bright eyes. After a long time, he whispered expectantly: "Where is the poem?"
Shen Lie was waiting for this sentence. After hearing this, he quickly took out the rice paper with the poem written on it from his arms, unfolded the folded rice paper, and laid it flat on the gorgeous table.
But soon Shen Lie felt something was wrong. The low-quality rice paper he bought for a few pennies had become wrinkled after being carried in his arms all afternoon.
So Shen Lie quickly stretched out his hand and pressed a few times on the folds, but he couldn't press it down, making him look very funny.
Even Zhang Kui couldn't bear to watch this embarrassing scene anymore, so he quickly covered his face with his hands and looked away...
This man was good at composing poetry, but he was too informal. He often did some funny things that made people laugh until they burst into laughter.
In embarrassment.
Seeing the sweat on Shen Lie's forehead, Miss Zhang couldn't hold it in any longer. She finally burst out laughing and quickly covered her face with a fan.
There is a pleasant atmosphere in the air.
Shen Lie's old face turned red and he quickly pressed down the wrinkles. Then, Miss Zhang's bright eyes also fell on the poignant and moving poem, and the unsightly magic technique came into view.
Zhang Jingxiu curled her lips and frowned slightly. She felt that Brother Shen's calligraphy was too terrible. This level...
Probably about the same as a teenage boy.
Then Zhang Jingxiu was stunned, her little mouth opened slightly, and she couldn't help but softly recited: "The sky is covered with frost on the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the old age. We are alone, only looking at each other to protect each other, only envy the mandarin ducks...not the immortals."
The air in the small living room suddenly became quiet.
In an instant.
Time passed minute by minute, no one spoke, and time seemed to have stagnated. Zhang Jingxiu, the round-faced maid, and even the uneducated Zhang Kui were stunned.
Several people savored the artistic conception of this poem carefully.
As Zhang Jingxiu's bright eyes became a little blurred, the corners of her white mouth opened slightly, and she pondered, savoring the poignancy and beauty in this poem, while her pretty face gradually turned red.
The blush started to spread from her fair face.
so gorgeous.
For a moment, Zhang Jingxiu was so embarrassed that she instinctively covered her face with a folding fan. She was ashamed, annoyed, and her heart was trembling, and she couldn't help but think about it.
What's this.
A love poem!
She originally thought that the poems Shen Lie brought out this time would still be the same generous and intense tragic songs of warriors, but she never expected that he would actually bring out a love poem.
Although this love poem is very poignant and touching.
But……
Zhang Jingxiu's pretty face was a little hot, and she couldn't help but said in shame and anger: "Shen Lie... what are you doing!"
Shen Lie was startled and said hurriedly: "Huh?"
I don’t do anything, it’s just a poem!
Looking at the shameful and angry Miss Zhang, Shen Lie spread out his hands and looked innocent. He also knew that this poem was not appropriate for a lady, as it was too abrupt to be given to an unmarried woman.
But he had no choice. The only disadvantage was that he had limited culture and could remember too few poems, so he had to copy one at random.
Seeing the blush on Miss Zhang's pretty face, which reached all the way to her shiny little ears, Shen Lie was really afraid that she would fall out on the spot.
a long time.
The blush on Miss Zhang's face gradually dissipated. She cleared her throat and said softly: "The poem is not bad. I have seen it before. Although it is a bit rough, it is more poignant and beautiful."
Shen Lie said again: "I don't dare, I don't dare."
During the conversation.
Zhang Jingxiu's pretty face was still burning with heat. After all, she was a reserved, noble and stunning woman. She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry after receiving such a poignant love poem.
She was a little restless, so she raised her hips, bowed her hot body, endured her shyness, stretched out her delicate white hands, picked up the Yuanqing flower tea cup on the table, which she had never drank before, and sipped it gently. One bite.
She then whispered again: "Brother Shen, please have some tea."
According to the etiquette of drinking tea in this era, when a guest arrives, neither the host nor the guest will serve tea immediately. Instead, when the host decides to end the conversation with the guest, he will pick up the tea cup and invite the guest to drink tea.
If the guests understand what they mean, they will serve them tea and drink water, and then take the initiative to say goodbye to avoid embarrassment to each other.
This is called serving tea to see guests off.
Under Zhang Jingxiu's shameful and angry gaze.
Shen Lie responded, carefully picked up the Yuanqinghua teacup, drank the fragrant Yuqian Longjing in one gulp, and then carefully put down the teacup.
After putting down the tea cup, Shen Lie did not say goodbye. Instead, he sat down more firmly on his buttocks, lifted his lower clothes, and raised Erlang's legs.
Zhang Jingxiu had already put down her teacup and wanted to wait for Shen Lie to get up and say goodbye, but instead of saying goodbye, he actually refused to leave.
The atmosphere became awkward again.
What should I do if the guest is ignorant and refuses to say goodbye?
Zhang Jingxiu had never encountered such an ignorant guest. He was speechless for a moment and had to say softly: "Here comes... some tea."
The maid standing nearby was also a little dumbfounded, so she had no choice but to come over with a teapot and give this strange guest a refill of tea.
In the quiet little living room, the atmosphere was indescribably awkward. The corners of Zhang Jingxiu's mouth twitched slightly and he hesitated to speak, but finally held back.
You can't drive him away, right?
Then a stick of incense passed by.
Shen Lie drank three cups of tea in a row without any intention of saying goodbye. Could he not know the etiquette of serving tea to guests? But he couldn't leave before he borrowed the money.
Shen Lie simply gave up, even if he gave up his old face, he still had to borrow the money!
So a moment later.
Zhang Jingxiu's pretty face, which was a little hot, gradually became normal. She looked at Shen Lie, the old god, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Finally, Miss Zhang looked at Shen Lie and asked curiously: "Brother Shen, what else can I do?"
This was what Shen Lie was waiting for. He gently pushed the poem on the table, then rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said softly: "Brother Jingxiu, look..."
Then he deliberately made a long note.
Zhang Jingxiu looked at the poem on the table, and then at the action of Brother Shen rubbing his hands, and a light flashed through his heart.
She seemed to understand something, so she asked tentatively: "What does Brother Shen mean?"
The words are not finished yet.
Shen Lie hurriedly said: "Hey, by the way, Shen's intention is to transfer this poem to Brother Jingxiu, Brother Xian... you can just give me three hundred taels."
He was afraid that Zhang Jingxiu would not agree, so he hurriedly defended: "These three hundred taels are considered to be borrowed by Shen and Jingxiu. The money is not borrowed in vain. Shen will pay the interest, which is calculated as two cents per month. Jingxiu My brother will lend me three hundred taels, and I will pay it back in one year... with interest."