Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Chapter 30
Huaiyu seemed to be trapped in her own world, ignoring the embarrassed Ruixue who had already dug out three rooms and one living room.

"I used to be a rich and noble girl with golden branches and jade leaves."

Ruixue really wanted to go over and cover her mouth so that she would stop talking.

"Miss, you are now a golden branch and jade leaf, rich clothes and good food, I know you are under a lot of pressure, in fact, there is nothing shameful in breaking down occasionally.

You don't have to pay too much attention, no one will laugh at you. "

Huaiyu seemed to have not heard, "Since childhood, she has been very intelligent, and she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was praised as the most talented woman in Kyoto at a young age."

Ruixue was really helpless, Huaiyu's mentality had just collapsed, and she was afraid that she urgently needed to find someone to listen to her vent her grievances and depression buried in her heart.

But she wasn't suitable, she didn't want to be such a victim, and she didn't want to meddle in Huaiyu's business.

She was afraid that if she heard too much, she would feel sorry for Huaiyu, feel sad, and complain about injustice.

I am afraid that if I know more, I will have a different bond with Huaiyu.

She can't disperse her time and energy to Huaiyu. She also has difficulties to overcome, and there are more important people who need her.

It's time for Huaiyu to stop, let her continue, Ruixue really can't help it.

"The eldest lady must have read those poems and essays, and then she was touched by the scene and expressed her feelings.

But the eldest lady hasn't finished reading it yet. In those poems and essays, there are not only longings and heartbroken longings.

More smug and the determination and will of Peng Cheng Wanli.

The eldest lady can't always be stuck in the past, she should save some energy to look forward to the future. "

When Ruixue mentioned poetry, it was as if she had touched Huaiyu's switch, and her originally slack eyes became clear.

"By the way, poems. These poems and essays are all masterpieces, Wan Wan must keep them safe.

Let me help you explain and organize it, and then bind it into a book. It will surely become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation and a treasure of the town house. "

"Huh~!" Ruixue breathed a sigh of relief, and finally returned to normal.

Poetry is really magical, it can make a person crazy, but also make a person rational.

Huaiyu stroked her hair, straightened her clothes, and returned to the table with a pious attitude to copy the unfinished poems.

Although I am still very excited, I will not cry and laugh like before.

After writing a few words, he suddenly stopped writing.

"This paper is not good enough for these poems, and the ink is too bad, and my words can't express half of the artistic conception. It's blasphemy, it's blasphemy. If my grandfather is still here..."

As he said, he crumpled up the written manuscript paper, and saw that he was about to suffer from symptoms again.

Ruixue stomped her feet, come again?
It seemed that she had to be ruthless, so she quickly recited a Yuan song to calm her down.

"The green leaves are dark and thick, all over the pools, pavilions, and water pavilions, but it is more cool. The sea pomegranates are just blooming, and the blossoms are red. The milk swallows and young warblers are chattering, and they are in harmony with the tall willows and cicadas. After the shower, they are scattered like Qiongzhu. , Hit Xinhe all over.

How many hundred years are there in life, think of the beautiful scenery on a good day, and let it go.If you are poor, you will be determined beforehand, so why bother to make trouble.Friends of life invite guests to play and enjoy, drink lightly and sing softly to Fangzun.And drunk, let him have two rounds of sun and moon, and come and go like a shuttle. "

This poem was written by Yuan Haowen, the leader of the literary world during the Song and Jin Dynasties, "Storm Rain Beats New Lotus".

It is to persuade people not to worry about gains and losses, to care too much about what has not happened, but to focus on the present, life is short, and to be good at discovering the beauty around you.

It is very suitable to comfort Huaiyu at this time.

Sure enough, Huaiyu's world-weary face showed a sincere smile that Ruixue had never seen before.

She read softly: "How many hundred years are there in one's life, think about the beauty of a good day, don't let it go, let him have two rounds of the sun and the moon, and go back and forth like a shuttle.

Good words, really good words, I really want to meet this master, does this teacher have any other works?Where is he from, if there is a chance, can you go to see him. "

Ruixue rubbed the tip of her nose, "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. These are all free and easy people who are indifferent to official career and fame. I'm not sure where they are now."

This Ruixue is not talking nonsense, she really doesn't know how the timeline here works.

Whether these great poets survive in another timeline, or will never appear.

Huaiyu was a little embarrassed: "That's right, but if we don't get their permission, we will sort out and annotate these masterpieces. Wouldn't it be too disrespectful to them?"

"This lady can rest assured, since they have passed down these masterpieces, they probably won't mind those who love them reading and inheriting them."

Huaiyu nodded, spread out the manuscript paper, and seriously wrote down the song "Storm Rain Beating Xinhe" just now.

Ruixue was amazed by her outstanding memory, she just memorized it once, Huaiyu memorized everything verbatim, this brain is really not so easy to use.

It seems that the title of the most talented woman in Kyoto is really not used to bluff people.

Huaiyu flipped the manuscript paper and looked up at Ruixue.

"Your word..."

Standing in front of the desk, Ruixue always had the feeling of being called to the office by the head teacher to give lectures when she was in school.

He said obediently: "I know, the level needs to be improved. I will practice hard."

Huaiyu withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "Your foundation is too weak, and your writing force is not uniform enough. You really need to practice hard. The biggest problem is, how dare you split your characters? Did someone teach you, or you figured it out yourself. "

Ruixue thought to herself, deeply rooted in her memory, even if she forgets her last name, she will never forget these words.

She is not a nine-year-old fish, and her ten years of study are not in vain. Although her grades are not top-notch, she is still an abstract literary youth.

"I wrote it casually. I thought it was tiring to write with too many strokes, so I kept it simple and scribbled."

Huaiyu curled up his fingers and tapped on the table, "This is not advisable, the problem needs to be corrected.

These characters have been passed down from the ancestors for hundreds of thousands of years, and each one carries a unique story and meaning.

Your random deletion and modification without awe is no less than a few classics, forgetting your ancestors and rebelling against the scriptures. You must not do this again in the future, you understand. "

By the way, this Huaiyu is becoming more and more like the head teacher, Ruixue recalls the fear of being dominated by the head teacher in those years.

As well-behaved as a little quail, "I know, I will definitely change."

Huaiyu nodded in satisfaction, and took out two copybooks from the bookcase beside her.

"This is what I learned when I was young, so you can practice like this." Seeing that Ruixue didn't move, "Why are you still standing there, let's start."

Rui Xue said cautiously: "Miss, you are occupying the desk."

"Oh~" Huaiyu got up a little embarrassed, "Suddenly recalled the scene of teaching my younger brother in the mansion, I'm sorry for losing my composure."

This was the first time Ruixue heard the word "sorry" from Huaiyu's mouth, and it was also the time she talked to herself the most since seeing her.

Ruixue said silently in her heart, Huaiyu, you can stop, I don't want to know if you have brothers or sisters.

Our relationship is best fixed at the level of stepmother and stepdaughter.

　The code word is a work sheep, and it is a bit laborious to write, but it will definitely be updated. Please rest assured to invest in the pit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)