Die Meng Wencai

When Yi Ren resumed classes, it was Mid-Autumn Festival. As usual, the academy had a two-day holiday, and those who were close to home returned. Originally, Ma Wen invited her to go home with her, but she refused. She never disturbed others during the festival, let alone She was afraid of being underestimated by Ma Wencai, and she was going back to another hospital. Anyway, would Du Feng and Hanxiao be with her?Not so lonely.

But there was nothing wrong with going down the mountain with Ma Wencai. It was just that Wang Lan called her when she arrived at the archway at the entrance of the academy, and stopped to wait for her.

"I don't know why Miss Wang Lan is looking for me?"

"It's not me looking for you, Master Chen is looking for you."

"Master Chen? What can he do?"

Before Yi Ren could speak, Ma Wencai frowned and said with a slight smile, "Then Wencai, why don't you go first? I'll go back and have a look."

"Is he trying to trouble you?"

"Probably not. I haven't made any mistakes recently. Don't worry, maybe even if you ask me to help him bring something from the mountain."

Ma Wencai left rather reluctantly, Wang Lan smiled deeply and said, "You two...huh?"

"This is the case at the moment, but I don't know if it can be cultivated to a positive result?"

When she said this, Yi Ren frowned slightly. She was absolutely dissatisfied with Ma Wencai's performance. Even though the two had already made up their minds, he still didn't let go of Zhu Yingtai. He just restrained himself. Perhaps it is in response to the phrase 'what you can't get is good'.

"Zi Qiao, to say something inappropriate, Ma Wencai's temper is a perfect match."

"Why don't I know? It's just that there is only one Ma Wencai in the world!"

After not saying a few words, I arrived at Master Chen's place. Seeing that he was holding a pen and didn't know what he was thinking. Why are the students here?"

"Uh, Du Ziqiao, come in quickly."

Master Chen is rarely so enthusiastic. What's going on?Looking at Wang Lan, even she was confused.

"Du Ziqiao, it's like this. Seeing the Mid-Autumn Festival, Master, I want to collect some good poems and lines. I know you are good at this, so I asked Miss Wang Lan to call you here."

"The master has something to do, the students should help."

She doesn't know if it's related to martial arts in her life, she has a pretty good memory, and when she mentioned things like the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon, several songs popped up in her mind, but she only picked two, and she pondered for a while, It took at least one stick of incense to write it down, so as not to get out of the limelight and repay the upper body.

A round of frost shadows turns to Tingwu, and this evening detains people alone.It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, but Yuchan is cold and lonely with sweet-scented osmanthus.

The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river gradually falls and the dawn stars sink.Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night.

Although Mrs. Chen has flaws in his character, he has a bit of stagnation when it comes to articles and poems. Seeing that he was completely caught up in it and unable to extricate himself, Yiren left very quickly, but she heard a voice behind her, "Okay" after walking not far away. Poetry, good poetry', her body froze, and her steps seemed to be messed up, no wonder Mrs. Chen put down her old face and called her back to write poems, it turned out that she was entrusted by someone!Wang Ningzhi, how many people did he bribe in the academy?

"My son, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, let's go."

Anyway, she didn't have any luggage, so she strode down the mountain with a smile on her face, but she caught up with Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai on the way, it's always bad not to say hello.

"Liang Shanbo, Zhu Yingtai, are you going home?"

"Du Ziqiao, it's you. Shan Bo invited me to his house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Really? Then I wish you a happy holiday!"

"Zi Qiao, you are alone in Hangzhou, why don't you come with us?"

"Shanbo, thank you for your kindness. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunions. It's always bad to disturb other people's homes. That's it. I'll go first."

Liang Shanbo is still the same, he thinks well of everyone, and he hopes that the two of them will have a happy life in the future.

The pace of life in ancient times was very slow, and she had nothing to do in other courtyards, so she made mooncakes with Hanxiao. At home in Guangzhou, she made mooncakes every year.

Lotus paste snowskin mooncakes are very popular in modern times, let alone in this age when things are not abundant?

Eight of them were packed in a gold-painted food box with a butterfly love flower pattern.

"Hanxiao, run for me and give it to Mr. Ma."

"I saw and did so much just now, so I guessed it."

"Ghost girl, you're still poor-mouthed."

After Hanxiao left, he packed another box and asked Du Feng to send it to Wang Lan on the mountain.

She practiced kung fu so that she was not afraid of heat or cold, but when the sun was setting, she still felt the coolness of autumn in the morning and evening. She went back to the house and added a dress, and stood on the swing frame, swinging for a while, looking at the flowers and trees. The shadow of the sun moves as the sun goes down, and I think of the poem "the moon moves and the flower shadow moves on the railing".

"My lord, my lord is here to visit."

"Prince Wang? Which family's Prince Wang? Do I know him?"

Yi Ren, who was still thinking about the twilight and the flower shadow, didn't realize Du Feng's return for a while, but seeing Du Feng's face, she felt that she asked too much.Besides the second son of King Langya, is there anyone else who can make Du Feng reciprocate so reluctantly?Just at this time, what is he doing here?

"But you blame me for interrupting?"

Facing his deliberately cute face, how could he say something he didn't like?Besides, he is still Mr.

"How could it be? It is a great honor for you to come to my humble house, sir."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have a way of saying such high-sounding words."

"Mr. won the prize."

"Okay, this garden is really well arranged, why don't you show me around?"

Yi Ren knew that the drunkard's intention was not to drink, but he had no choice but to take him around, looking at the bamboo forest and the chrysanthemums by the fence, and then led him to a high place in the garden, where there was a pavilion for enjoying the heart. Close to the Yuming Pavilion, that is where she keeps all kinds of tea utensils, and she also watches the scenery and drinks tea in the pavilion in her free time.

"The tea sets here are really complete. You are worthy of being the Du family that deals in tea."

"Everything is just the word 'careful', sir, let's go to the Xinxin Pavilion in front and sit for a while?"

"Why is this pavilion named 'Xinxin'? It is very unique. Looking from here, the flowers and plants are green and the houses are elegant. It is really a quiet and pleasant place."

"Mr. Guess whether this name is derived from 'Enjoying the Unexpected Luxury, Indulging in Confidence' or 'Who's the Courtyard on a Good Day and a Beautiful Day?'"

"I guess it's the latter."

Looking at the determined expression of the person in front of him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a pair of sweet dimples, and he said playfully, "I guessed wrong, what should I do?"

"If you get this name, you can't make a mistake."

The author has something to say:

A round of frost shadows turns to Tingwu, and this evening detains people alone.It may not be that Su'e has no regrets, but Yuchan is cold and lonely with sweet-scented osmanthus. (Yan Shu: Mid-Autumn Moon slightly changed)

The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, and the long river gradually falls and the dawn stars sink.Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night. (Li Shangyin Chang'e)