My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 307

[Chapter 304 Chapter 303 Writing a poem for you (Third update)]

After simply finishing the meal, Xiang Zhi packed up the dishes and went out.

Before going out, she specifically said to Zhu Xinning: “Miss, I went to play with the young master. I won’t be back for an hour or two. You don’t have to think that I will be back right away.” “

…”

“Miss, I’ll wait a minute. How about locking the door when you go out? “

“…”

Seeing Zhu Xinning’s pretty face, Xiangzhi smiled: “Okay, okay, just leave it unlocked, but I can tell others that no one is allowed to come over this afternoon!”

“…”

After saying that, Zhu Xinning stood up and wanted to take action. Xiangzhi didn’t dare to stay any longer, so Sa Yazi slipped away. As he ran, he didn’t forget to say: “Miss and young master… take care… stay here!”

” …”

Zhu Xinning was a little dumbfounded, ashamed and angry, and after a long time she spat: “This damn girl just doesn’t have a long memory, let’s see how I deal with her when I come back!”

Jing Zhe smiled: “It’s okay, Xiangzhi. The little girl looks quite smart!”

“…”

Zhu Xinning glanced at Jing Zhe, opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

The two sat for a while, and Jing Zhe suggested writing a poem. Zhu Xinning thought about it for a while, and finally asked Jing Zhe to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to the stone table in the yard, saying it was in front of the osmanthus tree swing in the yard and the bright sun in the sky. , writing poems and lyrics can be more inspiring.

What I was thinking was that Xiang Zhi was a quick talker, so maybe he told the other servants not to come here. The servants were timid and probably didn’t dare to come here, but they would talk nonsense if they didn’t!

What if Mrs. Zhu and the others heard it?

When I came over and took a look, the door of the two of them was locked. They were not in the courtyard, and the door of the house was also closed. Could you be wondering what they were doing inside?

It’s better to be in the courtyard, where even if someone comes, it’s easy to see and understand!

Jing Zhe didn’t think much and obediently took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

I have flirted with Zhu Xinning once just now, and that is enough for today. This thing needs to be done slowly and steadily, and cannot be teased forcefully all the time.

Besides, he also wanted to finish writing quickly and go back to the newspaper office before finishing work in the afternoon to see how they were doing.

Although everyone behaved normally when he said it, who knows if he will do one thing to his face and another behind his back?

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Standing in the courtyard, holding a pen in his hand, Zhu Xinning suddenly found the feeling he had before, walking slowly around the osmanthus tree and the swing. Most of the osmanthus flowers had withered, and only a few scattered ones were still hanging stubbornly on the branches, drifting with the wind. sway in the wind.

Occasionally, if the wind is strong, some of them will be blown down and fall on the ground, the table, and the two of them.

Looking at this scene, Zhu Xinning pursed her lips and chuckled.

“Zhe’er, do you still remember when you were a child, did you say you would shake osmanthus flowers for your sisters when they grew up?”

Jing Zhe also laughed after hearing this: “Why don’t you remember? I was too young at that time, so I could only let my sisters climb trees and shake them.” When I went home for the first time, I told my fifth sister that our sweet-scented osmanthus tree was too thick to shake.”

Zhu Xinning smiled, then came to the stone table and dipped the tip of her pen in ink with smooth movements. started writing.

Jing Zhe looked closer and chanted softly.

“The garden is played and played under the osmanthus, and the brothers and sisters are swinging among the flowers.

I remember a few things in the past, and write them in front of the red window before the setting sun.

The garden is full of laughter, and the fragrance fills my nose.”

Although this word is not very good, it is indeed Zhu Xinning’s current mood. The portrayal of the mind is also very smooth and appropriate.

After listening to Jing Zhe read it, Zhu Xinning felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh, I haven’t written for too long, and I can’t write any good poems for a while. I think it’s better to forget it. It would make people laugh if I put it up! Zhe’er should write one by himself and put it up!”

Zhu Xinning has seen it before Jing Zhe’s writing style, he has not written many poems, but if he picks out one at random, it will shock the past and the present. It cannot be compared with the random poems she has written now, so that’s why Excuse me.

After finishing speaking, he was about to stop, but was stopped by Jing Zhe with a smile: “I think it’s very good! Poetry is best when it is written from the heart, how can you blindly pursue the piling up of words and phrases?”

he said. Then he picked up the rice paper and blew it in the wind. The ink dried quickly, and then he folded it up.

“When I get back, I’ll let them print it.”

Seeing Jing Zhe’s agreement, Zhu Xinning felt very happy and stopped asking for it. Instead, she urged him: “Zhe’er, have you already thought about what to write? Write quickly!”

In her impression, whatever Jing Zhe wrote was a famous sentence. If she could witness it with her own eyes, she would be excited just thinking about it.

Jing Zhe did not refuse and said with a smile: “I wrote this poem specifically for my sister. After I finish it, my sister will keep it.”

After hearing this, Zhu Xinning was stunned and raised his head, “Which sister was it specifically written for? What? “

Sister and second sister are still different. After all, Jing Zhe has too many sisters. If he doesn’t specify them, who knows which one he is talking about?

“Of course it’s the second sister!”

After saying that, Jing Zhe took the pen from Zhu Xinning’s hand, straightened up his posture, and wrote it with one swipe.

From the moment Jing Zhe started writing, Zhu Xinning watched without blinking. She didn’t look at the poem, just the appearance. She was a little intoxicated by it. Then she started to look at the poem itself, and she couldn’t take her eyes away from it. , I couldn’t help but read it in a low voice.

“On the roadside of Ququchi, there are few people walking in autumn.

The water is cold on the osmanthus leaves, and the air is still clear after autumn.

The sunset is colorful and green, and the osmanthus trees hide the sound of orioles.

At first glance, the flowers are more distinct in the wind.

When you wander around, you feel the cold dew .

, the moonlight is horizontal in the clear night.

It is cold and cold, and it is suspected that it is dawn.

One step is like a heavy city.

The mountains and seas are separated by love. “

Jing Zhe originally wanted to write a famous poem. Even if it is not the level of “Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color”, it should be the level of “There is a peerless beauty, living in seclusion in the empty valley”, but then he thought about it, if this kind of poem was written directly to Zhu Xinning, not to mention whether she can accept it all at once, even from the outside, they may say that he is too frivolous and it is not good for Zhu Xinning’s reputation.

So I wrote such a poem that is not even an ancient poem.

This poem was once posted by a Peking University student named Littlesen on the Poetry and Poetry Edition of Peking University’s Unnamed BBS. Although the whole poem sounds relatively simple, compared with what most talented people of this era wrote, it is It’s not too much of a masterpiece.

Besides, it is fitting that this poem is placed here.

After Zhu Xinning finished reading, her eyes lingered on the last sentence, her eyebrows conveying affection and hope.

“My love is separated by mountains and seas, and mountains and seas… can also be leveled.”

There is no doubt that the last sentence gave her a huge shock. If even mountains and seas can be filled up, this kind of love is indeed enviable and longing for.

Thinking back to what Jing Zhe said before, this poem was specially written for her, Zhu Xinning’s heart beat faster.

Jing Zhe smiled and shook his head.

I agreed not to flirt, but finally flirted once…

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Thank you to 233 Big Foodie for the tip again, thank you!

(End of chapter)