Madam, protect me!

When Li Nuo returned to the room after taking a shower, he saw Mu'er lying on their bed and falling asleep.

I don't know what she did during the day. Even in her sleep, she looked tired.

Li Nuo walked over softly and whispered to his wife: "Why don't I sleep in another room tonight so that I don't have to wake Mu'er up? You can sleep with her tonight."

Song Jiaren said: "No, I will carry her back to the room. I won't wake her up."

She walked to the bed and stretched out her arms. Song Muer's body slowly floated up and was gently held in her arms.

After sending Mu'er back, Song Jiaren returned to the room and closed the door.

She carefully put the painting away, then returned to the table and sat down.

Li Nuo picked up the Que Ci on the table and explained: "This is for Miss Phoenix of Yuyin Pavilion. She bought it from me for eighty taels of silver..."

Song Jiaren did not dwell on this issue. She opened a poetry album in her hand, pointed at one of the poems, and said, "I don't quite understand what these two sentences mean..."

Li Nuo sat next to her and said, "Here, there are two allusions involved. It's normal if you don't understand. Let me tell you about these two allusions first..."

…

The next morning, Li Nuo got up a little late.

Last night I explained poetry to my wife, and I went to bed later than usual.

On the way to the Ministry of Justice, he passed by Yuyin Pavilion and went up to deliver poems to Fenghuang.

When he wrote a poem for the painting yesterday, he exchanged it for a one-day calligraphy experience card. Of course, a good painting must be matched with good calligraphy. He is now rich, so he doesn't need to be stingy about this day or two.

On the second floor of Yuyin Pavilion, Fenghuang took a piece of paper handed over by Li Nuo.

The first thing that caught her attention was not the content on the paper, but the handwriting on it.

What a beautiful hairpin in regular script!

She herself was somewhat accomplished in calligraphy, but compared to the words on this paper, it was still far behind.

This is no longer something that can be achieved through diligent practice. The owner of this handwriting must have excellent talent in calligraphy.

After admiring the calligraphy for a while, she focused on the content.

We meet each other for the first time in the Yuyin Pavilion with double-butterfly embroidered skirts. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and springy.

Look carefully at all the good things, everyone is humane and willow waist. Yesterday, the mountains were in chaos and it was dark. When I came here, my clothes were covered with clouds.

This is a collection of poems. There is no word card, and the rhythm is not that perfect. Especially the three characters Yuyin Pavilion are filled in a little deliberately, but the flaws are not hidden. The content of the poem is definitely high-quality.

At least it was countless times better than the poem she bought for one hundred taels of silver.

Li Nuo looked at her and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Phoenix nodded, not only satisfied, but also greatly exceeded her expectations.

It's just that when they first met, she didn't seem to be wearing a double-butterfly skirt, nor was she wearing light makeup.

But then I thought about it, writing poetry is not realistic. Sometimes, it is normal to make some changes and interpretations for the sake of rhyme. Almost all poets do this.

Look carefully at all the good things, everyone knows, Liu Yaoshen, isn't she the one she is talking about.

In the Yuyin Pavilion, the nightingale is too peaceful and the mandarin duck is too thin. Who else can I compare to her?

Fortunately, she always thought he had no vision, but it turned out that he knew everything...

After inspecting the goods, Fenghuang decisively paid Li Nuo one hundred taels of silver and said there was no need to look for it.

Li Nuo said it was really easy to make money and asked, "Do you want more?"

Phoenix asked in surprise: "There is more?"

If he was asked to copy a famous poem every day, Li Nuo would have to hesitate, because he had reserved those poems to prepare for the spring examination and the imperial examination.

But if he was asked to praise her in different ways, he could praise her continuously for a month without doing the same thing.

Li Nuo has done some research on Liu Yong's poems. Liu Yongcun has more than 200 poems, of which more than 150 are related to brothels. This type of poems is called romantic poems in Daxia. Those who cannot stand on the stage cannot pass the imperial examination.

Of course, Li Nuo couldn't memorize all of these more than one hundred poems, but he could still remember more than ten or twenty poems.

These words are too gaudy and vulgar to be given to a lady, but they match the phoenix quite well.

Fenghuang spread out a piece of rice paper, stood aside, and polished the ink for Li Nuo himself.

Li Nuo thought for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.

The most beautiful thing in the world. Light and slim fit. Get up from bed under a fragrant curtain, have good hair and make-up, and have a red face and apricot blossoms in spring.

Jiao Duo loves to fan Qi Wan and hide her red lips with a smile. He has a gentle nature and refined tastes, and is not known to be in the world.

Yuyin Pavilion is not a brothel, but it is undoubtedly a place of prostitution.

This song "Youth Travel" does not involve place names or allusions, and can be kept unchanged. Although it is not as popular as the previous song, it is definitely enough.

Phoenix looked at Li Nuo in great surprise.

She had some doubts just now, suspecting that the poem was ghostwritten.

But seeing his handwriting with my own eyes, any doubt disappeared.

Instead, there was a hint of shame.

Fortunately, she calls herself a talented woman, and her handwriting is not as good as that of men.

Then she looked at the content of the poem. This poem was more romantic, but it was more suitable than the previous one.

The Oiran Competition is coming soon. The girls of Yuyin Pavilion are as talented as anyone. What they lack is suitable poetry. Although a good poem cannot directly affect the results of the Oiran Competition, it can also add beauty to the girls. few.

She couldn't help but look at Li Nuo.

After the last song, this was another huge surprise and surprise that he brought her.

After a while, Li Nuo left Yuyin Pavilion with a thousand taels of silver notes in his arms.

Fenghuang obviously knew the goods. After reading two poems, he made an appointment with him for eight more poems, each worth one hundred taels, and paid the full price in advance.

Fenghuang stood at the window on the second floor, watching the carriage go away, then turned and walked back to the table.

Look carefully at all the good things, everyone knows, Liu Yaoshen..., this sentence, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

A figure walked in from the outside, and Yuanyang said to her with some surprise: "Sister Fenghuang, you must have never thought that Mr. Li is actually good at writing poems..."

"How do you know?"

Fenghuang was a little surprised. Did Yuanyang see this poem before her?

Yuanyang said: "Master Song told me just now that Mr. Li wrote a poem for his wife yesterday. I also read it. It is a quatrain that can be passed down through the ages..."

Phoenix was slightly startled: "Give him his wife?"

After a while, she looked at a poem written by Yuanyang on the paper, and suddenly felt that she didn't like that sentence very much.

In this poem, there is no word about appearance.

But it is better than ten thousand descriptions such as "willow waist" and "red lips".

Why do you look at Qingren City once and then look at Qingren Country...

It’s so outrageous and exaggerated!

Is his wife so good?

The name of the poem also contains a pun, for fear that others would not know that this poem was written to his wife...

She was almost dying of soreness.

A poem or a word is no better than that.

Comparing them together, they are like heaven and earth.

When future generations see this poem, they will only say, Oh, an unknown prostitute with a good figure.

But after reading this short poem, the image of a peerless beauty will appear in my mind, and this beauty still has a name.

Maybe hundreds of years later, future generations will really mistakenly believe that Song Jiaren is some kind of peerless beauty who captivated the whole country. Isn't this false propaganda and misleading others!

Phoenix's eyes were staring straight at the poem.

Acid returns to sourness.

At this moment, she envied Song Jiaren for the first time.

As a woman, especially a beautiful woman, who doesn’t want her beauty to be famous throughout the ages?

In terms of appearance, figure, talent, and strength, she believed that she was not inferior to Song Jiaren in any aspect. She could even crush her in terms of figure and talent, but she lost to her for having a good husband-in-law.

Thousands of years later, people will only remember Song Jiaren, and no one will know her as the Phoenix Girl...

At this moment, there was another person who had the same mood as Phoenix.

Song Mansion.

In Song Ning'er's exclusive courtyard.

Song Ning'er looked at her master sister in surprise and asked, "Is this poem bad?"

She thinks this poem is very well written. She doesn’t know any poems or words, but she knows that this poem is praising the beauty of the beautiful sister. It would be great if someone writes such a poem to her in the future, so that everyone in the world can Everyone knows she is beautiful...

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "What's good? You're just a flatterer!"

Song Ning'er whispered: "I feel good..."

The woman snorted coldly and said: "What a fart, Song Jiaren's appearance and figure are not worthy of the beauty of the city and the country..."

Halfway through, she changed her voice and said: "It's worthy, but this poem is not good at all. It's too exaggerated and others won't believe it..."

Song Ning'er said: "But Brother Yu said that this is a realistic technique. Everyone has a different definition of beauty. This poem has no real description and leaves people with unlimited imagination. Instead, it is the best technique. It is the best poem about beauty in the world. Even a thousand years from now, people will know that Sister Jiaren is a great beauty. I also saw the painting that Brother Li Nuo painted for Sister Jiaren. That painting is also very beautiful... "

The woman suddenly looked at her and asked, "How many times did you practice the sword technique I taught you today?"

Song Ning'er said: "Master and sister asked me to practice three times, and I practiced five times."

The woman said in a deep voice: "Practice five more times. You have been practicing late to begin with. If you don't work hard, how can you surpass Song Mu'er? You don't want to be compared to her for the rest of your life, right?"

…

When Li Nuo returned to the Song Mansion under the Ministry of Punishment, he found that the house was in a mess.

The people under the maid were walking in a hurry, and the eldest maid in the house was asking them questions one by one.

Li Nuo walked into the small courtyard and saw Madam and Mu'er standing in the yard. Madam's expression was cold and she was obviously in a bad mood. Mu'er was walking around anxiously.

Li Nuo stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

Song Muer hurried over and said, "Brother Li Nuo, what's wrong, the poems and paintings you gave to Sister Jiaren yesterday were stolen!"

Li Nuo was slightly stunned. He was not Gu Youzhi. Who would steal his paintings?

However, this was not a serious matter. He walked to Song Jiaren and said: "It doesn't matter, madam, don't be angry. I will draw you another one exactly like the one yesterday. I am not satisfied with some details... "

"Um."

Song Jiaren frowned, nodded slightly, and said softly: "Thank you, sir."

Li Nuo walked towards the room and reached the door. He suddenly realized something, paused in his steps, turned around and asked, "Thank you for what?"

The number of words is not enough, and there are still more in the evening. Because the saved manuscript is gone, the update time cannot be fixed. I will try my best to save some in the past few days.