Chapter 99 Talking about poetry and songs on a blind date?
night.
Chen Ji received a message from the little lady.
"My son, the crown prince has brought the Imperial Forest Army and Xuanjia Army to Yongkang City, and they are stationed not far from Hongye Mountain."
"After the prince came, he immediately arrested many Jiang Hu people."
"I heard that the crown prince came here with a secret order from the sage to kill the real dragon in the deep pool behind Hongye Mountain. Alas, in my mother's words, that emperor is really stupid."
"My lord, Shumin wrote this sentence quietly. It came out of my own hand, and it is in your ears. Don't let others see it, otherwise Shumin's family will suffer."
Chen Ji couldn't laugh or cry.
Calling the emperor a stupid thing, probably Xia Shumin's family of three scolded in private, outsiders must not know, not even the maids will tell.
But Xia Shumin wrote for him.
"Are you at home?"
Chen Ji sent her a message.
"The little girl is at home, and the son is going down to earth?"
"right."
"My lord, please wait a moment!"
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Did the little lady just take a bath?
Chen Ji traveled very simply this time, after getting her permission, he immediately chose to time travel.
As usual, he came to a field of white light, and saw the scroll again, which seemed to be a world map, but Chen Ji didn't have time to verify it.
When he took a good look at the surrounding scenery, he saw Xia Shumin sitting in the study at first sight, wearing a bright moon white skirt with a slanted collar and a stand-up collar.
Her clothes are very suitable for her temperament. There are two buttons on the neckline, which tightly cover her slender neck. Her side hair is fixed in a very elegant style with hairpins with tassels. The white skirt is also very elegant. , looks very ladylike.
"...Young Master."
Seeing Chen Ji coming, Xia Shumin covered half of her delicate face with a round fan, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes were a little shy, and she lowered her head and looked up at him.
This expression is four or five points similar to Lin Daiyu in the TV series!
"I didn't know Shumin and Daiyu were so similar."
Chen Ji laughed.
Xu was teased a lot last time, Xia Shumin was not ashamed, but asked curiously: "Master, have you been to the Taixu Realm Lihentian as a guest, and met Fairy Crimson Pearl?"
Chen Ji didn't know much about the details of Dream of Red Mansions. He was a little taken aback when she heard that Fairy Crimson Pearl, and then realized that it was Lin Daiyu.
How does this make him answer?
"You will understand later."
Chen Ji made a fool of himself and sat opposite her.
In the future, she will go to the earth and show her the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions". In this world, the mobile phone is only useful in his hands, it seems that it is because of Xianli.
Xia Shumin didn't ask any further questions, she put down her fan and wanted to stand up and pour him tea.
The servant girl is not around, so she can only do it.
"Let me do it."
Chen Ji poured tea by himself, took a sip, and looked at her again.
The well-dressed lady in front of her was still very shy, her little face turned to one side, and she covered it with a round fan again.
Having a private tryst with a young man in the study room alone made the little lady very shy.
Chen Ji chuckled, "Last time you said you wanted to complete Li Qingzhao's poem by yourself, have you completed it?"
She should love poetry very much.
Li Qingzhao's half of the incomplete words made her very happy, and she insisted on trying to fill it up by herself, and then compared with the original words.
Xia Shumin blushed, put down the round fan again with her slender hand, stood up, picked up a copybook on the desk, and handed it over:
"The little girl's clumsy work, please read it, my lord."
When Chen Ji took it, he met her eyes and saw the shyness and anticipation in her eyes that were full of autumn water.
Xia Shumin turned her head and pushed the copybook to him, "My lord, please read the words, not the little girl."
"oh oh!"
Her voice was a little coquettish, which melted Chen Ji's heart, and she looked down at the poems to cover it up.
A long while.
"Young Master, how are you doing?"
Xia Shumin was looking forward to it.
Chen Ji held her copybook, looked up at her with a smile and said, "Maybe it's my preconceived idea, so I feel that your writing is not as good as Li Qingzhao's."
"How much difference?"
Xia Shumin was a little discouraged. After she finished writing, she showed it to her maid and mother. They all said it was very good, and she was quite satisfied with it.
"It's a good word, but compared to the original words, Shu Min, your words are not vivid enough."
"I want to hear the original words of Lay Yi An~!"
Xia Shumin's eyes sparkled.
Finally, this moment has come.
When she heard "He Shame and Go", she immediately knew that it was a good word, a rare good word!
That's why she held back. After thinking hard for a few days, she discussed and appreciated this poem with Chen Ji after he descended to the earth again.
"Then I read it?" Chen Ji smiled.
"Yeah! Read it, my lord."
Xia Shumin moved his chair, and Chen Ji was separated by a desk, his ruddy face was full of expectations.
Candlelight reflected on her face, the soft and graceful lady has not grown up yet, she is just a little lady.
Chen Ji took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, looked at her delicate face, and read:
"Kick off the swing, get up lazy and slender hands. The dew is thick, the flowers are thin, the sweat is light and the clothes are transparent.
Seeing the guests come in, the sock and the gold hairpin slip away, and the shame goes away. Leaning on the door and looking back, I sniff the green plum. "
Chen Ji had a mellow voice and clear articulation, and read the whole song "Dian Jiang Lips" to her.
Xia Shumin was dumbfounded.
After a long while, she began to repeat the poem.
Slender hands on the swing, thick flowers and thin dew, light clothes and no gold hairpins, leaning on the door and looking back but smelling green plums.
The rhyme is beautiful, with rhythm and rhythm.
Reading it from her small mouth has a different charm.
Chen Ji could see from Xia Shumin's murmurs and sparkling eyes at this moment that she liked this poem very much. As he chewed on it, he kept imagining in his mind the surprise and shyness of a girl who met her lover for the first time. picture.
Then.
"Thin sweat and light clothing."
Xia Shumin's face was so red that it was even redder than the apples hanging on the fairy apple tree. She was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in.
It’s okay to have such ambiguous and provocative dictionaries. Many boudoir poems have similar descriptions, and there are more bold and shameful ones.
But at this moment, it is the son who is talking about poetry with him.
It seems that she herself is also "lightly dressed", showing in the eyes of the young master.
"How, how?"
Chen Ji's throat was a little dry.
The shy ancient girl in front of me is really satisfying just by looking at it, and feels good after seeing it a few more times. If I can keep watching...
Then she must be too ashamed to lift her head.
"Yi and Yi'an's words are very good," Xia Shumin stammered, "Socks are full of girly innocence and liveliness, which Shumin can't match."
"Presumably, Lay Yi An is a bold and enthusiastic poetess with soft and delicate emotions~"
Xia Shumin said again, full of curiosity about this talented woman, and looked at Chen Ji: "Perhaps she is still a chivalrous woman?"
Chivalrous woman?
Chen Ji laughed, "I'll read you another poem by her, listen carefully: Chang Ji Xi Ting Sunset, intoxicated and nowhere to go..."
Xia Shumin blinked at him.
After listening, she giggled and repeated in her mouth: "Zhengdu, Zhengdu... Sister Qingzhao is indeed a chivalrous woman, she is quite drunk, hehehe~"
Not enough to finish laughing, the little lady pushed back the chair and stood up, stretched out her white hands to grind the ink, and planned to write this poem.
Chen Ji saw someone researching ink for the first time, and thought it was very interesting, so he went to help her research it.
Xia Shumin's cheeks were slightly red, and after thanking her, she picked up the brush and put it on the copybook, and wrote these two words lightly and elegantly.
After finishing writing, he puffed his face and blew on the ink on the copybook, and smiled and admired it with Chen Ji, dismantling the charm and usage of each word, and prepared to hang the copybook in the study.
Chen Ji looked at her with a smile on his face.
Speaking of which, he is on a blind date with Xia Shumin, right?
He, the blind date in the ancient martial arts world, can touch the emotions conveyed in the poems, so reserved that she is overjoyed. It can be seen that she is a girl with rich emotions and delicate thoughts, and a talented woman.
If the little lady knew that the poets who wrote these two poems later suffered from war, the country was torn apart, and after fleeing south, they wrote the eternally famous "Slow Voice", how would she understand it?
Chen Ji still remembers that Xia Shumin, who was laughing at Li Qingzhao's poems in front of him, valued the clothes of the Han and Tang Dynasties the most, and hated the northern barbarians the most.
It's not surprising, she likes poetry and songs, so naturally she hates those barbarians.
(end of this chapter)