Blind Date in Time and Space

night.

Chen Ji received the message from the little lady.

Sir, the prince has brought the Yulin Army and the Xuanjia Army to the outside of Yongkang City, and is stationed not far from Hongye Mountain.

After the prince arrived, he immediately arrested many people in the world.

I heard that the prince came with a secret edict from the Holy Emperor to kill the real dragon in the deep pool behind Hongye Mountain. Alas, in my mother's words, that emperor is really a fool.

Sir, this sentence was written secretly by Shumin. It was written by me and it can reach your ears. Don't let others see it, otherwise Shumin's family will suffer.

Chen Ji couldn't laugh or cry.

If he called the emperor a fool, it was probably the three members of Xia Shumin's family who scolded him in private. Outsiders definitely didn't know about it, and they wouldn't even tell the maids.

But Xia Shumin wrote it to him.

Are you at home?

Chen Ji sent her a message.

The little girl is at home, the young master is going down to earth?

right.

Master, please wait a moment!!

?

Did the little lady just take a shower?

Chen Ji traveled through time very simply this time. After getting her permission, he immediately chose to travel through time.

As usual, he came into a white light and saw the scroll again. The painting seemed to be a world map, but Chen Ji didn't have time to verify it.

When he took a clear look at the surrounding scenery, the first thing he saw was Xia Shumin sitting in the study, wearing a bright moon white skirt with a slanted collar and a stand-up collar.

Her clothes match her temperament very well. There are two buttons on the neckline, which tightly cover her slender neck. Her hair is fixed in a very elegant style with a fringed hairpin, and her white skirt is also very elegant. , looking particularly ladylike.

...Master.

After seeing Chen Ji arrive, Xia Shumin covered half of her pretty face with a fan. Her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were slightly shy. She lowered her head and raised her eyes to look at him.

This expression is 45% similar to Lin Daiyu in the TV series!

I didn't know Shumin and Daiyu were so similar.

Chen Ji smiled.

Perhaps because he was teased a lot last time, Xia Shumin didn't feel much shame. Instead, she asked curiously: Young Master has been to Lihentian in Taixu Realm as a guest and met Fairy Jiangzhu?

Chen Ji didn't know much about the details of Dream of Red Mansions. He was stunned for a moment when he heard her talk about Fairy Jiangzhu, and then realized that it was Lin Daiyu.

How should he answer this?

You will understand later.

Chen Ji gave up and sat across from her.

In the future, when she goes to Earth, she will watch the TV series Dream of Red Mansions. In this world, the mobile phone is only useful in his hand, it seems because of the immortal power.

Xia Shumin didn't ask any further questions. She put down her fan and stood up to pour him tea.

The maid is not here, so she has to do it.

Let me do it.

Chen Ji poured the tea himself, took a sip, and looked at her again.

The neatly dressed little lady in front of her was still very shy. She turned her little face to one side and covered it with a fan.

A solitary tryst with a young man in the study made the young lady extremely shy.

Chen Ji chuckled, Last time you said you wanted to complete Li Qingzhao's poem by yourself, have you finished it?

She must love poetry very much.

She was so delighted by Li Qingzhao's half-complete poem that she insisted on trying to complete it herself and then compare it with the original poem.

Xia Shumin blushed, put down the fan again with her delicate hands, stood up, picked up a copybook on the desk, and handed it over:

This little girl's humble work, sir, please take a look at it.

When Chen Ji took it over, he looked at her and saw the shyness and expectation in her eyes.

Xia Shumin turned around and pushed the copybook to him, Sir, please read the words, not the little girl.

oh oh!

There was a bit of coquettishness in her voice, which made Chen Ji's heart melt. He lowered his head to read the poem to cover it up.

A long while.

Sir, how are you?

Xia Shumin is looking forward to it.

how to say……

Chen Ji took her copybook, looked up at her and said with a smile: Maybe I have a preconceived idea, so I think your words are not as good as Li Qingzhao's.

How much difference?

Xia Shumin was a little discouraged. After she finished writing, she showed it to her maid and mother. They both said it was very good. She was also quite satisfied with it, and it was better than a dog's tail.

It's just one or two points short of heat. It's a good word, but compared to the original words, several of your words, Shu Min, are not vivid enough.

I want to hear the original words of Master Yi An~!

Xia Shumin's eyes sparkled.

The moment has finally arrived.

When she heard Leave with Shame, she immediately knew that it was a good song, a rare good song!

That's why she held back, and after thinking hard for a few days, she discussed and appreciated this poem with Chen Ji after he descended to earth again.

Then I read it? Chen Ji said with a smile.

Yes! Master, please read it.

Xia Shumin moved her chair and was separated from Chen Ji by a desk. Her rosy face was full of expectations.

The candlelight reflected on her face, the soft and graceful lady had not grown up yet, she was just a little lady.

Chen Ji took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, looked at her delicate face, and read:

I stopped playing on the swing and got up to straighten my slender hands. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin, and the sweat is thin and the clothes are light.

When a guest comes in, his socks and gold hairpin slip away, and he leaves in shame. Leaning against the door and looking back, I smell the green plums.

Chen Ji had a mellow voice and clear enunciation, and he read the entire song Dian Crimson Lips to her.

Xia Shumin was stunned.

After a while, she began to recite this poem repeatedly.

The swing is slender, the flowers are thin with thick dew, the light clothes are transparent, and the gold hairpin is slipping. I lean against the door and look back to smell the green plums.

The rhythm is beautiful and the rhythm is ups and downs.

Reading it from her little mouth, it has a different charm.

Chen Jineng could tell from Xia Shumin's muttering to herself and her sparkling eyes that she particularly liked this poem. She was chewing it in her mouth, and her mind was constantly imagining the surprise and shyness of the girl who met her lover for the first time as described in the poem. picture.

Then.

The sweat is thin and the clothes are light.

Xia Shumin's face was extremely red, almost redder than the apples hanging on the fairy apple tree. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

There is nothing wrong with such an ambiguous and provocative poem. There are many boudoir poems with similar descriptions, some even bolder and more shameful.

But it happened that the young master was discussing poetry with him at this moment.

It was as if she herself was lightly clothed and transparent, showing herself in the young master's eyes.

How, how is it?

Chen Ji's throat was a little dry.

The shy ancient girl in front of you really makes you feel satisfied just by looking at it, and you will feel better after looking at it for a few more times. If you can keep looking at it...

Then she would be so embarrassed that she couldn't even lift her head.

Yi, Yi'an's poems are very good, Xia Shumin hesitated: Socks and Gold Hairpin Liu are full of the innocence and liveliness of a girl, which Shumin cannot match.

I believe Yi An is a poetess who is bold and passionate, but also has the soft and delicate emotions of a woman~

Xia Shumin said again, full of curiosity about this female talent, and looked at Chen Ji: Maybe she is also a chivalrous woman?

A chivalrous woman?

Chen Ji laughed and said, I will read you another one of her poems. Listen carefully: I always remember the sunset in Xiting Pavilion. I am so drunk that I don't know the way back...

Xia Shumin blinked and looked at him.

After listening, she giggled and repeated in her mouth: Strive for crossing, fight for crossing...Sister Qingzhao is indeed a chivalrous woman, she is very drunk, hehehe~

After laughing, the little lady pushed away the chair and stood up. She stretched out her white hands to study the ink, intending to write this poem.

The first time Chen Ji saw someone grinding ink, he thought it was very interesting, so he went to help her grind it.

Xia Shumin's cheeks were slightly red. After thanking her, she picked up the writing brush and put it on the copybook, writing these two poems in a brisk and elegant way.

After finishing writing, I puffed up my face and blew on the ink on the copybook, then smiled and admired it with Chen Ji, breaking down the charm and usage of each word, and prepared to hang the copybook in the study.

Chen Ji looked at her with a smile on his face.

Speaking of which, he was on a blind date with Xia Shumin, right?

He, a blind date in the ancient world of martial arts, could touch the emotions conveyed in the poems, so that she, who was reserved, was overjoyed. This shows that she is a girl with rich emotions and delicate thoughts, as well as a talented woman.

If the little lady knew that the poet who composed the two poems later suffered from war, the country was torn apart, and after fleeing south, he wrote the famous poem Slow Voice, how should she feel?

Chen Ji still remembered that Xia Shumin, who was laughing and laughing at Li Qingzhao's poems in front of him, valued Han and Tang Dynasty clothes the most and hated the northern barbarians the most.

It's not surprising that she likes poetry and songs, so naturally she hates those barbarians.