At night, the bright moon is in the sky, and the cold wind blows from time to time...
In the inner courtyard of the county government office, in the main hall.
Situ Jing was sitting at the table in the hall, holding a book of poems and reading through it under the lamp.
Xiao Huan was also sitting at the table, but he had fallen asleep on the table.
As for Yuan Yuan, he was concentrating on practicing his sword in the yard.
After a while, Situ Jing got tired of reading, so he slowly closed the book and put it on the table.
When Situ Jing saw Xiao Huan asleep, she lightly tapped the table with her knuckles and said, "Go to sleep in the house, don't catch a cold..."
Xiao Huan woke up immediately. He quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes, and said with force, "No, no, this slave just took a nap and didn't really sleep to death."
Situ Jing smiled slightly. If she didn't go to pick up Xiaohuan, after so many years, she knew that Xiaohuan would become sleepy at this time and could fall asleep wherever she was thrown.
"Miss, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Xiaohuan asked Situ Jing.
"I'm not sleepy yet."
As he spoke, Situ Jing stood up and walked towards Yu Yuan who was practicing sword practice outside the house.
Xiaohuan quickly followed, walked to the door and looked outside, and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Miss, it's so late, why is Mrs. Chai still practicing swordsmanship?"
Because his voice was a bit loud, Situ Jing immediately put a finger to his lips and stopped him: "Shh... please keep your voice down, don't disturb Mrs. Chai..."
"
Xiao Huan hurriedly covered her mouth to silence.
Seeing that Yuan was not disturbed while practicing the sword, Situ Jing turned around and whispered to Xiao Huan: "You and I don't know anything about martial arts practitioners, so why are you asking so many questions? When will Mrs. Chai practice sword practice?
, has her own rules."
"Oh." Xiaohuan responded.
Then, the two of them stood in the hall door, quietly admiring the heroic posture of Yu Yuan practicing his sword.
"Miss, look at Mrs. Chai's swordsmanship, she looks very powerful..." Xiao Huan couldn't help but say.
Situ Jing had the same idea, so she nodded in agreement.
Then, Situ Jing looked up and saw the moon in the sky. At this moment, she suddenly had some inspiration.
"Xiaohuan, go get pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Situ Jing turned around and ordered.
Xiaohuan asked in surprise: "Miss, do you want to practice calligraphy?"
"Stop asking, just go and get it quickly!" Situ Jing urged.
Xiaohuan couldn't ask any more questions, so he turned around and ran into the back room, and soon got the Four Treasures of the Study.
While Situ Jing was spreading the white paper on his own, Xiao Huan had already added water to the inkstone, holding up his sleeves and grinding the ink for her.
While studying ink, Situ Jing was also organizing and conceiving words and sentences in his mind.
After the ink was polished, Situ Jing dipped his pen in the ink and began to write on the white paper.
Xiaohuan stood nearby and watched Situ Jing write word by word, and couldn't help shouting: "Miss, it turns out you want to compose a poem!"
"Stop making noise!" Situ Jing frowned and glanced at Xiaohuan, dissatisfied with her disturbing his thoughts.
Xiaohuan didn't dare to say anything and stood aside obediently.
Just when Situ Jing finished writing the first line of the poem, Yuan Yuan happened to have finished practicing his sword.
Yuan Yuan put away the black iron sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a handkerchief, and walked into the main hall with light steps.
"Situ Xiao..."
Perhaps seeing Situ Jing concentrating on writing, the sound of the kite suddenly stopped.
In fact, she had heard the conversation between Situ Jing and his servant just now. The situation was similar at this time, and she felt that she should not disturb Situ Jing.
When Xiao Huan saw Yu Yuan come in, he turned around and gave her a silent blessing.
Yuan nodded in response and walked gently to the table.
When Yuan Yuan took a closer look, he realized that Situ Jing was writing a poem. At this time, three sentences had been written on the paper, and only the second half of the fourth sentence was left.
I don't know if it was because the kite came too close and caused interference. When Situ Jing wrote the last half of the sentence, he suddenly stopped writing and frowned.
"I'm sorry." Yuanyuan quickly apologized and stepped back.
Situ Jing said hurriedly: "No, no, no, it's not Mrs. Chai's fault. It's just that my thoughts were a little tangled just now... Mrs. Chai doesn't need to apologize."
Yuan Yuan smiled slightly.
After a pause, Situ Jing continued writing, and finally finished the last sentence.
Looking at the poems she had written, Situ Jing couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"Miss Situ, what kind of poem are you writing?" Yuan asked curiously.
Hearing the sound, Situ Jing immediately put down his pen, then turned around to look at Yuan, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Chai, I just saw your beautiful figure dancing the sword under the moon, so I wrote this poem. Please
Don’t be ridiculous…”
"Me?" Yuan Yuan was shocked when he heard the voice. He couldn't help but walked over with his sword in hand, wanting to see what kind of poem Situ Jing had composed for himself.
Situ Jing immediately moved aside so that Mrs. Chai could see from the front
"Miss Situ, your handwriting is so beautiful!"
As soon as he stood in front of the table, Yuan let out a heartfelt admiration.
Situ Jing's calligraphy is beautiful, long and strong, which not only gives people a pleasing feeling, but also has a magical effect of making people feel comfortable.
After admiring the handwriting, Yuan slowly read:
“The night scenery of Gancheng is secluded, with cold light shining and the north wind howling;
The wind changes everything, and the moon's shadow looks enchanting;
The valiant and heroic posture is there, the silver frost is proud in the cold dance of Longquan;
Flying flowers are falling into the sky, and a bright moon is leaning on the top of the building."
Situ Jing listened to Yuan read the entire poem. He was originally waiting for her comments and thoughts, but to his surprise, Yuan remained silent for a long time.
"Mrs. Chai...what do you think?"
Situ Jing was a little uneasy, and her wandering look made her think that her poems were not very good.
Xiaohuan was also a little anxious, and kept glancing at Yuyuan.
"Oh..." Yuanyuan was stunned and said quickly: "The poem is very good, really good, I like it very much, I really like it!"
"Mrs. Chai, just say it, it's okay..." Situ Jing thought that Yuan was embarrassed to tell the truth.
Seeing that Situ Jing had misunderstood, Yuanyuan immediately explained: "Miss Situ, I actually don't understand poetry. I think this poem sounds very artistic and makes people feel comfortable, but let me tell you how ugly Yinmao is.
,I...I really can't..."
Situ Jing was immediately relieved and said politely: "Mrs. Chai is too modest."
Then, Situ Jing said: "Since Mrs. Chai likes it, I will give this poem to Mrs. Chai. I hope Mrs. Chai can accept it."
"Okay, this is great, I couldn't ask for it more." Yuan Yuan was very happy after hearing this.
Then, Situ Jing asked Xiaohuan to carefully dry the ink so that it could be easily put away.
Suddenly, Yuan pointed at the word "enchanting" in the poem on the paper and said: "Miss Situ, these two words... don't seem to suit me..."
Situ Jing was startled for a moment, then covered her mouth and chuckled...
"What's wrong?" Yuanyuan was immediately confused.