Eastern Jin Dynasty: Starting from the son of the refugee commander who returned from the north

Chapter 16
Pondered for a long time.
Zhao Yue finally looked up.

"Pen and ink serve."

The two maids standing by Zhao Yue's side prepared rattan paper and fine brushes and inkstones early on.

Zhao Yue took the brush and started splashing ink on the rattan paper.

Not long after, the rattan paper was already full of black water handwriting.

"Whoo~"

Zhao Yue blew a few breaths on the rattan paper, and after it dried a little, he said to the maid beside him, "Give it to your master."

The two maids are holding two corners each, as if they are holding a painting.

The curtain was slightly opened, and the two maids walked into the pink curtain, and the gap between the curtains disappeared immediately.

of course
Even in this short period of time, Zhao Yue also saw Song Yi's appearance.

I saw Song Yi wearing a light pink dress, long enough to drag the floor, with a slender waist restrained by a cloud belt, showing a tight grip, and a coral hairpin in her hair, reflecting her face like a hibiscus.Her face was extremely gorgeous, her pair of phoenix eyes were naturally charming, yet cold as ice, her hair was combed into a gorgeous bun with black hair, which was gorgeous and graceful, and the little finger-sized pearls were as bright as snow, twinkling in her hair.

No wonder Wang Dun and Emperor Ming valued such a beautiful face and kept it in their house.

If there is no color, how can it be sought after by men all over the world?
"Huh~"

Song Yi in the curtain looked at the Fu that Zhao Yue had just written in front of him, and the pupils in his beautiful eyes suddenly dilated, as if he had found some treasure, and couldn't help but let out a little gasp.

"This is what you wrote?"

"Like a fake replacement!"

"really?"

There was still suspicion in Song Yi's eyes.

"Is this a strange word that you, a kid, can write, but you read it from your father's study?"

"I wrote it myself."

The corner of Zhao Yue's mouth curled slightly, and he knew in his heart that he might have already broken through the second floor.

"Oh?"

Song Yi with the pink curtain responded casually, his eyes fixed on the Fu in front of him.

Red crisp hands, beauties are drunk, the city is full of spring and willows on the palace walls.The east wind is evil, and the love is weak.Many years separated, my mind full of sorrow.Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The scene is the same as before, the people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and silky.Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion.Although the Shanmeng is here, the Jinshu is hard to entrust.Mo, mo, mo!

She read in a soft voice, but the eyes were filled with water in an instant, and the pool of lake water streaked across her face with crystal clear teardrops, falling down like pearls.

It's so beautiful.

Humph~
While stroking the strings of the qin with his hand, Song Yi opened his lips and sang:
"I am a son of the Han family, and I will be single in the court. Before the farewell is over, the predecessors have resisted.

The servant ran away with tears, and the shaft horse screamed sadly.Sorrow hurts the five internal organs, tears and tears stain the bead tassels.

Zhaohua is not enough to be happy, Gan and autumn grass are in harmony.It is said that later generations are embarrassed to marry far away. "

This is "Mingjun", composed by Shi Chong and played by Luzhu, it is said that Zhaojun married the Huns far away, was insulted by his father and son but dared not die.

In the past, I was a beautiful jade in a treasure box, but today I am a lost flower on the dung.

The feeling of depression and desolation is vividly revealed in the sound of the piano.

Song strike.

Song Yi, who was already in tears, seemed not satisfied, he played the qin with his delicate hands, and the music on the qin reappeared!
This time the sound of the piano and singing is still miserable, but there seems to be a trembling hope in this misery.

"Red crispy hands, beauties are drunk, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, and the joy is weak. I am full of melancholy, and I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The scene is the same as before, the people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and silky.Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion.Although the Shanmeng is here, the Jinshu is hard to entrust.Mo, mo, mo! "

"Woooooo~"

Even Zhao Yue, who was outside the curtain, could hear Song Yi sobbing.

Zhao Yue didn't bother, so he waited quietly outside.

Yoshihisa
The crying in the curtain has disappeared, like a breeze blowing by, it cannot be found.

"How about the next strange word? Can it pass your level?"

"If it's written by you, then of course it can."

"Your Majesty, have you heard this word in other places?"

Zhao Yue's question stopped Song Yi.

"Did he mention me?"

Song Yi suddenly asked such a sentence without beginning or end.

"Who?" Zhao Yue was deliberately confused.

"You want to make fun of me? Sure enough, you are the son of that rebellious man, and you have such a disposition!"

"Do you want to ask my father?"

Song Yi of the curtain twitched for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Yes."

"He never mentioned you to me."

"Humph!"

As soon as Zhao Yue said this, Song Yi's cold snort came immediately, and Zhao Yue could feel the cold air all over Song Yi's body behind the curtain.

"But." Zhao Yue deliberately whetted her appetite.

"But what?"

Song Yi's mind was immediately attracted by Zhao Yue.

"However, I have seen a painting in the study, which looks quite similar to your Excellency."

"Have you seen me?"

"When the maid entered the account just now, she took a quick glance."

"You're just as romantic as your father."

Zhao Yue was as immobile as a mountain, his face was not even red, he just took Song Yi's words as a compliment.

"Now I can see clearly."

Song Yi actually came out from the pink curtain, she walked up to Zhao Yue, and carefully looked at Zhao Yue's appearance.

This is a little close.

There is no doubt that Song Yi is the most attractive woman Zhao Yue has ever seen. She seems to exude desire all over her body, which makes people fall into it unconsciously.

that plump
wait wait~
What am I thinking?
Zhao Yue shook his head violently.

"Can you see clearly now?"

Song Yi stared straight at Zhao Yue and asked.

"See clearly."

Zhao Yue nodded heavily.

"Is it like that painting?"

"It can't be said."

Zhao Yue saw that Song Yan frowned slightly, and continued behind: "It can only be said that it is exactly the same, you seem to have walked out of the painting. When I saw that painting before, I was still wondering how there is such a beautiful thing in the world. Girl, now I see that the real person is more beautiful than the one in the painting."

The smile on Song Yi's face was like a flower, and that iceberg was melted by Zhao Yue's few words.

"Really?"

"It's true."

"Let me believe you, but you are very similar to your father. If I don't look carefully, you will be carved out of the same appearance as when he was young."

Song Yi looked at Zhao Yue carefully, his eyes made Zhao Yue feel that Song Yi would eat him in one bite the next second.

"Can you pass this level?"

Zhao Yue coughed twice and straightened his back a lot.

It's not right to eat me.

After all, this person is also related to my father. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if this father and son became like-minded people?

Song Yi looked at Zhao Yue carefully, and said: "You said your father has my portrait, could it be that he lied to me, just to please me, so as to pass this test?"

"Could it be that my previous words didn't catch your eyes?"

"Of course not."

Song Yi shook her head, she looked at Zhao Yue carefully, and finally laughed.

With a smile, Bai Meisheng, is this what you're talking about?

How could my father actually fall in love with such a woman?

"The strange words just now are very pleasing to my heart. Regardless of whether your words are true or false, in short, I am willing to believe and I am willing to wait. Whether it is one year, two years, ten years or 20 years, I am willing to wait until I die of old age. .”

"Now that His Majesty has collapsed, even Ruan Fu can seek me out, why doesn't he dare?"

Song Yi fixed his eyes on Zhao Yue.

"Little guy, you have to help me. Speaking of which, I hugged you when you were young!"

(End of this chapter)