Wife Hua

Chapter 4 Poems
The person sitting on horseback was half a head taller than the surrounding spectators, and the surrounding neighbors made way for a passage.

Mu Hua quickly got off her horse, took the rein and walked towards the mansion.

She was wearing a plain dress, full of wind and dust, her beautiful and delicate face was covered with sweat beads, shining under the scorching sun, each of them was crystal clear, like the clearest gemstones, and the gentle smile of Hexi on her lips made people feel heartbroken. close.

All the girls who had just concentrated on peeking at Chen Silang turned their eyes to Mu Hua.

She seemed to be a young man who came out of a painting. She was both gentle and martial, chic and hearty, and extremely charming.

Even the elderly women can't help but look at her more often. At first glance, the young man who looks beautiful, but after a closer look, the young man is actually a beautiful girl. Her unique demeanor is admirable, and it is difficult to open her eyes.

"Mu Hua?!"

"Miss Mu?!"

"how is this possible?"

There were gasps one after another, someone rubbed their eyes vigorously, and pointed at Mu Hua in disbelief, "Is she the most annoying person in Wancheng?"

Mu Hua went straight through the crowd and came to the snow-white wall full of characters. She carefully appreciated the calligraphy and praised: "You have the essence of beauty and style. Looking at the whole calligraphy, it is done in one go. Every word belongs to each other. It is full of vitality and vigor." You are very open-minded, express your heart directly, there is no anger between the lines, and you have the confidence to spread your wings and smile proudly of the world, you have a good handwriting!"

She was actually his bosom friend?
Counting all the scholars in Wancheng, no one can see through his mood with a piece of calligraphy.

She is still the grumpy Mu Hua who wants to wear all the gold and silver on her body, smears thick and invisible makeup all day long, and wears a pale face with the powder on her face, quarreling with others?
After washing away the makeup that people dare not look at directly, she is stunning!

Her skin is not as fair and delicate as the young ladies raised in the deep boudoir, with a healthy luster, combined with the heroic spirit of her whole body, it shows the indistinguishable beauty of male and female.

It has both the chicness of a teenager and the charm of a girl.

Chen Silang's heart beat fast, he hurriedly looked away, afraid of being seen through by Mu Hua's transparent eyes.

"At your age, your appearance and skill are really rare in the world. I never imagined that Wancheng would have such a genius as you, a master of calligraphy." Mu Hua praised with admiration, "Wancheng really has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, outstanding people, and all the talents in the world. .”

"Miss Mu, you are two years younger than me..."

The way she looked at the younger generation made Chen Silang very uncomfortable. Chen Silang completely forgot that he had never called her Miss Mu before.

Mu Hua pretended to continue appreciating calligraphy, she always forgot that she was only a 13-year-old girl at this time.

The butler of Jingyuan charged straight over, followed by several burly men dressed as servants with sticks in their hands:

"You brat dare to insult our young lady? Chen Silang, don't you want to stay in Wancheng anymore? Today I must break your other arm! It will completely cut off your imperial examination path."

"Hit, kill and injure me."

Hearing the steward's yelling, the servants also walked sideways in Wancheng. Are you afraid of Chen Silang, a son of a poor family?

They bully and dominate the market abroad, and the Yong'an Hou Mansion will always take care of them.

Chen Silang is a scholar, he is not powerless, nor is he the opponent of a brutal servant, even if he wants to dodge the sudden attack, he cannot dodge it with clumsy movements.

Closing his eyes, Chen Silang was ready to suffer the stick injury.

Bang bang bang, the stick fell to the ground, and Chen Silang heard the wailing of the servant.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Hua standing in front of him. The stick as thick as the baby's arm was broken in two, with white stubble at the break, just like the chills in the hearts of all the neighbors watching the excitement.

Mu Hua stroked her sleeves, and smiled at Chen Silang, "I won't let these people ruin your writing skills."

Chen Silang: "..."

He didn't appreciate Mu Hua at all!

Mu Hua looked at his hands more eagerly than his eyes, as if his hands were rare treasures.

Unaware of Chen Silang's complicated thoughts, Mu Hua said to the servant who fell to the ground: "You are committing a crime, you know? You almost made future generations lose calligraphy worth tens of thousands of dollars."

"Miss, miss, we are venting your anger for you, Chen Silang wrote poems to scold you!"

The butler's cross-eyed eyes were almost gathered together. Mu Hua suddenly disappeared. He panicked.

The servant who fell to the ground was seriously injured.

With a light punch, Mu Hua smashed people to pieces.

The butler suddenly patted his head, and suddenly said: "I forgot, miss is not very literate... Chen Silang, that stinky boy, wrote it right, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor!"

Chen Silang twitched the corners of his mouth, and squinted at Butler Wang who complained, Mu Hua couldn't read?
Originally, he believed that Mu Hua was illiterate.

Today, Mu Hua talked about her face and the essence of her face, how can she be illiterate? !
If she is illiterate, he is an illiterate white man who has never read a book.

"Better bully the pulsatilla, don't bully the poor boy!" Mu Hua looked at the Yan style calligraphy on the wall again, "Your handwriting is good, and your writing is even better. Young people should be motivated by this!"

Chen Silang said: "A few days ago you were retiring the engagement, and you kept humiliating my parents."

Slightly lacking in confidence, Chen Silang gave up his heart, "Marriage is a good thing to have two surnames. You look down on my Chen family, so the marriage contract is over."

"The token has been returned, and from then on, marriage between men and women is irrelevant!"

Chen Silang walked to the wall and raised his hand to wipe away the calligraphy that hadn't completely dried up.

The black characters, white walls, and golden sunlight make this calligraphy seem to glow.

Lovely writing, this is a masterpiece!
"You don't need to erase it." Mu Hua laughed crisply and joyfully, "When Chen Silang becomes famous in the future, the value of this mansion will increase several times."

"Miss...he scolded you." Steward Wang said hoarsely, "He's successful and famous, doesn't it prove that you have no eyes?"

Mu Hua pondered for a moment, just when Chen Silang and the others thought she would change her mind, she said, "Let me use my pen and ink."

Chen Silang hesitated for a moment, and handed the brush that he had used all year round to Mu Hua.

Mu Hua paced to the other side of the snow-white wall, raised her arms in the air, her slender wrists were steady, her brush strokes were like flying, dragons and snakes raced away, and iron painted with silver hooks, every stroke seemed to fly away from the wall.

After a while, she stopped the brush, nodded in satisfaction, and threw the brush back to Chen Silang, "Go home, close the door!"

Slowly walking into the Jingyuan, Mu Hua closed the door of the mansion smoothly. The dark mansion door inlaid with large rivets on the mouth of the bowl cuts off the surprised, fascinated, or bewildered eyes of outsiders.

Literate scholars read it: "Li and Du's poems have been handed down through the ages, and they are not new to this day. Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years."

Good poetry, good poetry.

Easy to understand, even illiterate women can feel a rush of blood.

Most of the unmarried girls are holding their chests, their eyes are full of spring, looking at the gate of Jingyuan.

"As a bonus, don't ask where the hero comes from. If you have ambitions, you are not afraid of youth. You have Ling Yunzhi, so why bother to make things difficult for weak women. Sign the letter-persuade you to study."

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