son-in-law

Chapter 199
"What kind of poetry is this?"

"Irregular..."

"The truth is simple, is it a Buddhist verse?"

"Buddha's verses are not like this..."

Expecting too much will often result in too great a gap.After Ning Yi wrote the eight lines of poems on the paper, the whispering voices could not be restrained from the back, and there were some who didn't see it on the outside, and asked the person in front of them what the content was.In fact, sentences and truths are all simple. In this era, there are no profound dictionaries, no superfluous tricks, and everyone can understand them. The tragedy is that it doesn't even rhyme, and everyone's complexion changes when they see it. Time does not know how to define these eight sentences as well.

For a while, no one questioned it.After all, this is something written by Ning Yi. It doesn't look funny like limericks.But of course it is not a verse either.After a while, Liu Qingdi looked at Ning Yi and asked with a frown, "This is... something written by Brother Ning?"

Ning Yi looked down at the eight lines of poetry, nodded to himself, then looked at Liu Qingdi, and said with a smile, "Brother Liu seems to think... this is not a poem?"

"It seems that it is easy to understand, but Brother Ning wrote these few sentences without even pressing the rhyme, so naturally it can't be regarded as poetry. Today's Wenhui is..."

"Tsk." Before Liu Qingdi finished speaking, Ning Yi shrugged and laughed, "If it doesn't count, it doesn't count."

"Then... what is it?"

"Poems or words, in short, these forty characters are written on paper. Now I teach in a private school. No matter how they write, whether they rhyme or not, they have finally written something. It's a bad poem that doesn't rhyme very much, haha..."

Ning Yi's words were a bit rude, but for a while, everyone really couldn't find a good reason to criticize him.Right now is not the imperial examination, nor the competition, and there is no way to determine the level. If he can write something handed down, most people will be amazed, but he wrote this sentence here, and said it casually, but he couldn't say it for a while. He insults Sven.After all, even if you are a great writer, you will not casually bring good sentences. Among a group of friends, you are joking, and it is not too much to write two limericks.

The atmosphere was relaxed before, and Liu Qingdi didn't really do a good job. At this time, he frowned and didn't know what to say. Cao Guan and the others were slightly relieved, and then thought of one thing: "Brother Ning, this poem, I don't know what to say. How to solve it?"

Ning Yi laughed: "I wrote it down at will, so everyone can do whatever they want."

Li Shishi stood aside and looked at the verse, frowning and thinking about it. Her face turned red occasionally, but she didn't show shyness. She glanced at Ning Yi with a slightly suspicious look, and then lowered her head. No one else could see what she was thinking.Beside Zhou Bangyan, Fang Wenyang and Tang Weiyan were whispering, with strange expressions on their faces, sometimes frowning, sometimes slightly sarcastic.

Li Shishi and the others came from the capital, but they were not very familiar with Ning Yi. At this time, it was only regarded as the first time they knew this person. After all, it was impossible to see people writing handed down works at any time, and their emotions were actually calm.Cao Guan, Liu Qingdi and others knew a little bit better than them, but they had the heart of gain and loss. For Ning Yi's actions, he was more of a joke.It was Qilan who was in the crowd. She liked Ning Yi's poems and she had inquired about Ning Yi's situation many times. At this time, she was slightly disappointed. Puyang Yi was also nearby at this time. After thinking about it, she laughed, and Qilan looked back at him.

"What are you laughing at, son?"

"What do you think of that poem?"

"Uh... It's easy to understand and easy to understand. It can't be called limericks, but it can be called poetry, but it doesn't rhyme, but after reading it, it makes a lot of sense... Young Master Ning is not sticking to the details, probably because he wants to have fun. , perhaps only with such a romantic and unruly temperament, can he write such astonishing lyric writings in the Qingyu case."

Puyang Yi looked at her. After she finished speaking, he laughed again, and said in a low voice, "Ten steps count, and his reputation is well-deserved. He is so indifferent in his actions. If he is my opponent, I am really afraid of him."

"Huh? Why did the young master think of going into business?"

"There are thousands of kinds of people in the world, don't ask for floating clouds, people are like rainbows, and when you meet someone, you will know... A few days ago, I asked him to write a poem for you, but unfortunately he has some connections with that Master Li, so I can't beg for his help. , I have to forget it. Of course, he is not good at helping Li Shishi at this time, but it is not good for everyone to talk just now, and it is not good to refuse too much. When he writes this kind of poem, it is considered that the two do not help each other, and the sentence that he comes at his fingertips is not good for him. In fact, the influence of talent is not too big. And the most important thing is, Qilan, how do you think this poem should be interpreted?"

"How to explain, er..." Qilan thought for a while, "Just now everyone asked him to write a poem for Miss Li, this poem..."

"I can't solve it, but I can solve it any way I want." Pu Yangyi continued softly, "These people are surrounded by Miss Li, if they are on Miss Li's side, it is very simple, the conclusion is 'Si If people are like rainbows, they will know when they meet them. It can be said that this means that it is not until you meet the teachers and girls that you know that there are people who are like rainbows in the world. But if it falls in the hearts of others, you will see Zhou Bang Yan and the others, a few people circled around the teacher girl, chasing them all the way from the capital, but there are thousands of people in the world, so don't ask for the clouds... Just now someone said that he has a good relationship with girl Li, how many of these close people are If they don’t like it, this poem is both open-minded and exhortation, if they are jealous, those two sentences are written in their hearts, and they will not be without ideas.”

"So, Young Master Ning, he..."

"Everyone has an idea when they see it. It's not famous, but it's just right. Even the girl who is following him won't be jealous because of this. It's only a short while before he can come up with this idea. In response to this kind of response, it is worthy of admiration to write such unsavoury poems."

Qilan thought for a while: "Young Master Puyang, you have been in the shopping mall for a long time, and you have to think about it when you encounter it. My concubine still thinks that Young Master Ning is just a gentle, elegant, but informal scribe."

Puyang Yi laughed and didn't mind.

This poem is like a delicate hand of Taijiquan. It seems to be a bit messy, but it makes people unable to say it for a while. At this time, the outing has not started soon, everyone is warming up and talking and laughing, and it is difficult for anyone to jump out immediately. Defiantly provocative.Everyone smiled and said a few words to this poem, and then began to pay attention to other people's works again. Whatever ideas they had, they were temporarily in their hearts.

After that, everyone talked and laughed. When someone suggested to write poems and poems with Jinling as the title, Chen Luoyuan took out an original painting of Wu Daozi in Tang Dynasty as the head of color, and the atmosphere among the people became high, and there were several performances during the .When Qilan and the others remembered and went to pay attention to Ning Yi, Ning Yi, Nie and Yuan were already gone...

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"Wow, there really is a hot spring."

Some surprise sounds sounded in the woods, followed by the sound of fiddling with water splashes. A stream stretched up in the gaps in the woods, and when they reached an open space, it was a small hot spring.The water still flows down from the top, but the temperature here is not very hot. Further down, because the water is not rushing, and it crosses another stream, there is not much temperature. Didn't know there was such a place.

Ning Yi, Yunzhu, and Jin'er washed their hands in the spring water. The mountain wind was blowing from the top of the tree, and the sun was about to rise above their heads, and it was warm.

"If you are like a rainbow, you will know it when you meet it." Jin'er read this sentence, holding up the spring water with both hands and pouring it towards Yunzhu, separated by a distance, Yunzhu smiled and avoided: "Don't make trouble, What should I do if my clothes are wet now?" Jin'er stuck out her tongue.

"This place is really nice." Ning Yi stood there and sighed, and then said, "I'll take a look around." Jin'er had already sat down by the spring, "I'm not going, I want to take a break. Her original intention was that Sister Yunzhu would also accompany her to take a break here, but among the three, Yunzhu did not express her position, but smiled and walked to the side with Ning Yi. The figure disappeared, and just now he pouted: "Dog men and women! Adulterers and prostitutes!"

Then she glanced around sneakily, and there was no one around. She carefully took off her shoes and socks, lifted her trouser legs, and under the sun, her bare feet and calves were white and slender, and then put them into the hot spring.For a moment, she squinted her eyes and showed an expression of enjoyment, like a puppy.

"Does Liheng like it here?"

On the other side, Ning Yi and Yunzhu walked through the forest for a while, the sunlight was mottled down between the shadows of the trees, the forest was quiet, and the words seemed light.

"It actually feels pretty good. There are hot springs and woods, what do you think?"

"I... think it's too high, and it's very windy in winter."

"Also by the river?"

"Well, let alone winter, I don't dare to write anything outside in autumn. All the paper is blown away. Last time I was on the terrace, I was in a hurry."

She was talking about what happened last autumn. Ning Yi was there that day. The wind was strong by the river. She put some paper outside, but it was blown all over the sky. She was quite embarrassed. Live laughed.After walking around for a while, on the way back according to the impression, Yunzhu looked at Ning Yi's clothes and said, "Liheng, you should sit in front for a while."

"Ok?"

"The clothes are off the thread."

That was the place where I was hooked when I was skiing the grass before. It was a small hole at the time, and it became bigger without realizing it.Ning Yi laughed and sat down on a stone beside a tree in front of him. The light here was good, and the sun shone down on a warm yellow space.Yunzhu also sat down on the grass beside him, and took out a small bag containing needles and thread.Ning Yi took a few glances: "When a woman disguise herself as a man, she still wears a needle and thread on her body. It's not professional at all."

"No." Yun Zhu said, "I didn't bring it originally. I saw your clothes were torn, so I asked the servants of the Chen family for it."

She said, licking the thin thread on the tip of her tongue, then facing the pinhole, threading the thread, there were only the two of them in the woods, quiet and peaceful, and in the warm yellow sunlight, it melted into a beautiful painting.

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It's boring to wash the hot spring alone, not to mention that you can't really take off your clothes and go in to wash. By the spring, Yuan Jin'er looked back and withdrew her slender feet from the water, feeling a little lonely feeling of being abandoned, far away, It seems that Li Shishi's singing came along the mountain wind, tactfully and beautifully.She put on her shoes and socks and walked towards the forest...

(End of this chapter)