Reborn Empress Loves Farming

After reading the first half of the poem, Chen bo'an's face seemed to be immersed in the sad and beautiful mood of the poem for a long time.

Gu Qianqian smile standing, did not go up to disturb.

It took a long time for Chen bo'an to wake up. There was a yearning between his eyes. He lamented: "I didn't expect that she and Miss Qin looked like scenery. In fact, she was a lonely person. No wonder she had to compete with CI for marriage. If she could have a common favorite, she would not be so depressed."

"Mr. Chen, it's no use just pitying Miss Yuqin. Have you thought about the second half of this word?" Gu Qianqian shook his head.

Chen bo'an thought for a moment, feeling Qin Yuqin's state of mind, blurted out: "I'm drunk, clapping my hands, singing wildly, raising my glass to invite the moon, and making three guests to the shadow. Dancing and wandering in the wind, I don't know what time it is. If you want to take advantage of the wind and turn back, you can't ride the wings of a ROC. In the Crystal Palace, blow off the flute

His voice is clear and bold, and his recitation has a special charm.

Gu Qianqian didn't study the poems carefully, but he knew something about them. After listening to Chen bo'an's lower part, he couldn't help clapping his hands and praising: "master Chen's work is unrestrained, unrestrained, free and elegant. If you can have the upper part, it will be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

Chen bo'an's embarrassment is a little ugly. To listen to her, the lower half of the que can only be seen alone, but the upper half of the que connecting Qin Yuqin can't.

"Girl, can't I be right here?"

Gu Qianqian nodded: "childe Chen's poems are bold, free and uninhibited, but the upper half of Miss Yuqin's poem is full of resentment in the boudoir. Although you are here, it is difficult to connect the artistic conception and feelings of the upper half."

Chen bo'an looks a little ugly. "I've tried my best before. I'm dry in my mind this time. Please give me some advice."

When Xie Rongrong pointed out Chen bo'an at that time, he used another complicated method. At that time, he did not use this word. As for the second half que, it was actually written by Chen bo'an and Qin Yuqin after they got married.

Gu Qianqian remembers the second half of the poem very clearly, and no longer hangs Chen Boan's appetite. He smiles: "Mr. Chen, don't panic. I've already thought about the second half of the poem. You just need to read it that day."

Chen bo'an was overjoyed. "Please give me some advice."

"I should remember the cold plum blossoms in the head of Gansu Province. I have no company for the flowers, and I am very worried about Jingzhen. To be out and soup gold tripod hand, in order to spread jade salt. The gullies are flat, the universe is picturesque, and the ice wheel is clean. Yanke in Liangyuan is not afraid that the lights will go out at night. " The voice is euphemistic and desolate, showing a deep sense of helplessness and desolation.

At the end of the speech, Gu Qianqian gazed at Chen bo'an, who was still immersed in the words, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, please remember that this is about your future. If you miss this opportunity, you will never have the chance to jump over the dragon's gate again."

"The artistic conception of the upper half of the palace is perfect. It's really wonderful. Thank you very much today. Chen bo'an will never forget it." Chen bo'an bows his hands very seriously. If he can be as Gu Qianqian said, he will return her even if he is an ox or a horse.

"Two days later, Miss Yuqin will be competing with the CI for marriage. At that time, the minister will also be there. Naturally, there will be many aristocratic families in the capital. Mr. Chen will not only rely on the CI, but also on his own ability." Gu Qianqian waved his hand and went back with Jiang Hanming.

Chen bo'an stood alone in the sparsely populated street, looking at Gu Qianqian and Jiang Hanming's back, a trace of perseverance flashed in his dejected eyes, "I will definitely stand out from them!"

However, it has nothing to do with Gu Qianqian. What she wants now is to take Jiang Hanming back to the village to see the ugly villagers and what else to say. Look at your mother-in-law. Do you still think of yourself as an ominous person.

When I left the Jiang family, I suffered too much grievance and helplessness. Now I finally want to go back.

If a few peasant women can't clean up, what else can they talk about? What else can they talk about.

Along the way, Jiang Hanming was fawning on his capable daughter-in-law. He asked about this and that. In front of Gu Qianqian, he was like a child at this time.

When I got back to the village, it was almost noon, and I could see the smoke from the chimney of my home from a distance.

Jiang Hanming takes Gu Qianqian's hand and runs to his home in a hurry. Occasionally, when a passing villager sees Jiang Hanming beside Gu Qianqian, he can't help but come up and look at him. Then he asks, "Han Ming, you're not dead. Oh, hurry back. Your mother is worried about you."

Then he took a look at Gu Qianqian next to him, with a touch of embarrassment on his face. When Gu Qianqian left home, he also sneered, so he left in shame after saying a few words.

Jiang Hanming watched the villagers leave, then looked at Gu Qianqian with concern and care, "daughter-in-law, if it's not for you this time, I really can't come back. After I go back, I will talk to my mother and let her praise you."

"I don't need praise. I just want to be quiet in the future. I don't want my family to quarrel about trivial things all day long." Gu Qian sighed.Jiang Hanming quickly promised: "yes, our family will try to live a good life."

When returning to the familiar gate again, Gu Qianqian's steps stagnated for a while, and then followed Jiang Hanming into the yard.

Zhang is now sitting on a chair and lying down. His wrinkled face is full of vicissitudes and sadness. It seems that he is ten years old.

At ordinary times, he has some eyes for Jiang Hanming, and sometimes he doesn't speak very well. However, when he lost his son, Zhang's heart is not so good. He hasn't had a steady sleep these days. Every time in the middle of the night, he wakes up from his dream with tears on his face.

Even now, lying on the chair, there is still an indelible sadness and pain between the wrinkled eyebrows.

"Mother, I'm back." When Jiang Hanming saw his sad old mother, he was sour in his heart and came to Zhang's in front of him step by step.

Zhang's whole body trembles, and the wrinkled corners of his eyes slowly open. That familiar face suddenly appears in front of his eyes. Is the first seven of his son coming back?

Zhang, who had not yet come to his senses from shock, suddenly stood up in his trembling chair. He had not seen him for a few days, and even his body was a little weak. With tears in her eyes, she threw herself heartbroken on Jiang Hanming and wailed: "son, how can your life be so bitter?"

From the beginning to the end, Zhang thought it was Jiang Hanming's ghost.