On the first day at Mingjian Villa, Xia Shang had nothing to do. He swept the yard early and then began to teach Fu Qianqian's poems.
For Xia and Shang, it was not difficult to teach people poetry. Just picking a few Tang poems and Song lyrics would be enough for others to comment on them for a long time.
The previous song "The flowers are blooming but not among the hundreds of flowers, and the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than to be blown away by the north wind" is amazing enough;
The latter song "The world is so busy and the work is so hard, so I hold on tightly to the rope to make a scene. How can I get the fragrance of plum blossoms without a cold to my bones?" Fu Qianqian was also impressed.
A year ago, Fu Qianqian had little contact with Xia Shang while studying classics. He only heard that this little book boy had some literary talent.
At that time, Fu Qianqian didn't like this guy and didn't care.
Later, the two of them met, developed feelings, and echoed past rumors. Fu Qianqian internally acquiesced that Xia Shang was a learned man.
However, it is all speculation, and the only time I can really see Xia Shang show off his literary talent is today.
As soon as I heard him talk eloquently about poetry, I was surprised by the poetry coming out of my mouth.
At this moment, I realized in my heart that what this guy had in mind was not just a few articles, but a mountain of writing and ink that seemed to never be exhausted.
The faint sound of poetry reciting in the courtyard is accompanied by the cold wind after snow, and the faint fragrance of green bamboo, which is mixed under the quiet and simple courtyard, which is suitable for the occasion.
The female disciple of the villa brought breakfast, a plate of glutinous rice and steamed bamboo shoots, a few golden rice cakes, and a cup of honey tofu soup.
The female disciple originally came because of Xia Shang's appearance. She didn't want to listen to the prime minister's daughter's morning lecture and forgot to leave for a while. She became the most loyal listener like the maid next to Fu Qianqian.
"Pingping is more than eighteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain."
Without time, Fu Qianqian's cheeks were slightly red, she lowered her head and thought carefully: "Could you be talking about me?"
At this moment, my heart felt like honey. I quickly took a bite of the honey tofu soup. The sweetness was just right.
"Wait a minute, get some pen and paper." Fu Qianqian said.
The maid was quite surprised, thinking that her young lady had never taken the initiative to ask for a pen and ink, but she could actually say this today?
The desk was carried outside, and the maid prepared it by polishing the ink. Finally, Fu Qianqian went to the desk and picked up the pen to write.
What she wrote was Xia Shang's previous poem "The spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, but it is better to roll up the bead curtain."
It's a pity that this girl neglected to practice, and her handwriting was so crooked that it couldn't stand on the table. Even if she read it herself, she was not satisfied. She tore and destroyed many papers. In the end, she threw the pen in shame and said angrily: "
No more writing!”
In the past, this eldest lady did not care about her talents, learning or writing, because no matter what the occasion, others were always flattering her.
I don't know why today, but I feel that my handwriting is a bit embarrassing in Xia Shang's eyes, and it is so embarrassing that people can't hold their heads up.
"Knowledge of literature and calligraphy is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Only by studying hard and practicing hard over time can you achieve some success. I don't think you have ever learned it repeatedly. Is it possible to be like everyone when you pick up a pen?" Xia Shang said,
He got up and went to the desk, and he swiped the pen across a new piece of paper, writing the previous verses in a few strokes.
He himself is not vigorous and powerful, but his natural free and easy energy is amazing. Looking at the person who wrote it, he cannot be said to be frivolous or steady under his appearance that is better than that of a woman. It seems that only such a person in the world can write like this.
's word.
"It's so beautiful!"
Even the female disciples on the side couldn't help but praise him.
Looking at Fu Qianqian again, isn't she looking at Xia Shang with gleaming eyes and admiration? Doesn't that nymphomaniac have the aloofness of a wealthy lady?
Looking at the words on the table, Fu Qianqian carefully breathed into the ink. When the ink was completely dry, she gently picked it up and handed it to the maid: "Go and find the best framer for me. Make sure to finish this sentence well."
Seal it.”
The maid is in trouble over this matter. This is not the capital. Where can I find a framed bookstore?
However, the maid didn't say anything, and took the young lady's treasure to the outer village.
"You are so talented, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Fu Qianqian came back from the excitement, a little blamed, a little jealous, a little envious, holding Xia Shang's arm with both hands and shaking it vigorously.
Xia Shang smiled coquettishly: "Why don't you tell me that I am Wenquxing and came to earth?"
Fu Qianqian was ashamed and angry, causing a bunch of fans to hit Xia Shang randomly: "I'm not serious, I don't care anyway, I want you to teach me from now on! I want to be able to write poetry like you, I miss you so much
You usually have good calligraphy that is elegant and free-spirited!”
Maybe the action was a little more intimate at the moment, but for Xia Shang, being able to get such admiration from the little girl was something to be proud of and enjoy. He was also happy and comfortable, and he shamelessly accepted all the compliments.
At this moment, Xue Lengxiang, who had just arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, saw the two people's affectionate behavior, and a pair of light eyebrows formed a line like a stream.
"It's true as Shang Qing said, the relationship between these two people is really not simple!"
Xue Lengxiang murmured in her heart, and her inner disdain for the handsome man became even stronger.
In Xue Lengxiang's heart, she doesn't think it's wrong for a man to be handsome. If a man is extraordinarily handsome, it can indeed give him a good impression, but just because he has a handsome body, he should do something worthy of his good skin.
As the story goes, a man who relies on a good skin and does not think about making progress has become a shady close friend of everyone's ladies. He eats and drinks with women. What's the point of living in the world for such a man?
Of course, Xue Lengxiang is not a nosy person, and it has nothing to do with her having a male pet by her side.
But now the young lady of this family may become his younger brother and sister and have a relationship with his family, so that will be different.
Thinking about it, Xue Lengxiang walked in with a cold face, stood not far away from a few people, and coughed lightly.
People in the courtyard suddenly noticed this cool woman wearing standard Mingjian Villa clothing. Her tall figure and iconic facial features were very eye-catching. The hem of her Taoist uniform blocked her legs, but she could feel her legs from the waist.
She looks different from others. She looks a bit like a spoiled wife, but she is more slender and skinny.
Fu Qianqian quickly let go of her hand. Her thoughts were impure just now, so she would inevitably panic when someone caught her.
Xia Shang was thick-skinned and didn't think anything of it. He looked Xue Lengxiang up and down for a while and asked, "Who is this?"
The female disciple on the side saw Xia Shang's talent and learning, and also admired Xia Shang very much. She enthusiastically introduced Xia Shang: "This is our senior sister, Xue Lengxiang, the eldest daughter of the village owner."
After saying that, the female disciple said to Xue Lengxiang: "Senior Sister, this is..."
"You don't need to say it. I want to hear what he has to say?"
Xia Shang noticed some hostility from the other party, but he didn't care. He bowed and clasped his fists: "I am Miss Fu's personal bodyguard Xia Shang."
"A guard is a guard, why should he say it personally? Could it be..."
While talking, Xue Lengxiang glanced at Fu Qianqian and secretly thought that this matter could not be made public, so she had to hold back her anger.
"Does it mean that I have extraordinary abilities? I, Xue Lengxiang, am good at martial arts and swordsmanship. Today I learned that there is a master who can protect the prime minister's daughter in the village, so I came here to ask for advice on two tricks." (To be continued)