Chapter 369 The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red
Zhang Ji was very interested. She would play with the buds that had just grown, and then smell the flowers along the path.
Whenever the breeze blows, the fragrance of flowers will quietly come.
Birds sing among the red flowers and green willows, and the wind rises on the crest of the water's waves.
If Feng Tubiao hadn't been feeling panicked at this time, in this season, going on an outing with a little-looking **** would be considered a good thing in his opinion.
“Brother of the Feng family, can you help me make a willow whistle?”
Zhang Ji stood on tiptoes, carefully broke off a willow branch, handed it to Feng Yong, and begged softly with her big eyes flashing.
His name was Feng Langjun back then, but now he has become the elder brother of the Feng family.
This claim made Feng Tibi even more panicked, so that the willow whistle he made failed a bit. Zhang Ji put it in his mouth and blew it hard for a long time without making any sound.
She didn't say anything, she just clenched the willow whistle tightly in her hand, pouted and looked at Feng Yong angrily, her big eyes full of protest.
Feng Tibi was a little embarrassed, so he had to make another one and handed it over.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ji didn’t answer the call at all, “Brother from the Feng family, let’s play it first and have a look.”
Feng Yong had no choice but to blow in his mouth.
There was only a "whoosh" sound, which startled the birds not far away.
Zhang Ji's eyes immediately became crooked, she jumped a few times, stretched out her hand to grab it, and said softly, "Give it to me, give it to me!"
"Why…"
Before Feng Tibi had time to remind him that there was saliva on it, Zhang Jigang took the willow whistle into his hand and immediately put it in his mouth and started blowing.
Looking at Zhang Ji's extremely pure eyes, Feng Tubou had no choice but to swallow the words that came to his mouth.
Forget it, you won’t suffer any loss anyway.
Thinking back to two years ago, it seemed to be the same situation?
How old was Zhang Jicai at that time?
Evil, so evil...
Zhang Ji was blowing all the way. Wherever she went, birds were frightened and flew into the air, unable to fly away.
“Brother Feng, do you think this peach blossom looks good?”
In the corner of the garden, there is a peach tree, which is covered with pink peach blossoms, and a thin layer has been laid on the ground.
The two of them walked under the peach tree. Zhang Ji shook the peach tree gently, and peach petals fell one after another. Two of them even fell on Zhang Ji's hair.
“How can it not be good-looking when the peach blossoms on the human face are red against each other?”
Although I kept saying in my heart that this was just a child, seeing the girl in front of me standing on a layer of pink petals, and the two peach blossoms in her hair added a bit of beauty, like an elf coming out of the second dimension. Beautiful girl.
Feng Tibi finally couldn’t help but start showing off.
Today's Zhang Ji is not the ignorant girl she was two years ago who couldn't even understand "a graceful girl is shy, and the years are free of sorrow". She has participated in so many boudoir gatherings, and no one has ever talked about poetry and articles in front of her. ?
It was too difficult to understand, but she could still understand it if it sounded as simple as words.
Hearing Feng Yong read such a sentence, Zhang Ji felt ashamed and happy, and at the same time she felt a little sweet.
This is written specifically for myself!
“Brother from the Feng family, are there any others?”
Zhang Ji's face at this time had a faint blush, which really complemented the peach blossoms as the sentence said.
"have what?"
“Is there any more sentences? Just this one?”
“One sentence is enough, but too much is not beautiful.”
Actually, it’s because I can’t say the next sentence. If I say it, I’m afraid Zhang Ji will be angry and cry.
The human face does not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
This is not consistent with the situation at this time.
Zhang Ji's eyes were moist and she said softly, "Brother of the Feng family, can I ask you a favor?"
"What?"
“Brother Feng, do you remember the peach forest you passed by when you came back?”
The moistness in Zhang Ji's eyes was about to turn into ripples. She lowered her head and said shyly, "Then...brother, can you take me there again? The owner of the Peach Grove promised to let me go to the deep peach forest." Look around, but let me find someone who can catch his eye. Little sister, if you think about it, brother is so powerful, he will definitely be able to catch the eye of the master of Taolin."
Hearing this, Feng Tibi immediately broke into a cold sweat!
This...is developing a bit too fast, not according to the script!
Are we going to have a private date soon?
Absolutely not!
Thinking of the warning look in Guan Xing's eyes before leaving, that was no joke.
“This…this, I’ve been a little busy recently, I’m afraid I won’t be able to spare the time.”
Feng Yong wiped his hands with cold sweat, thinking that he really couldn't have an affair with a little girl.
"oh…"
After hearing this, Zhang Ji looked extremely disappointed, bit her lower lip, and said softly, "The Prime Minister called Brother back this time. He must have something to tell Brother. Now it is the eve of the Southern Expedition, Ah. It’s normal for me to be too busy.”
He just listened to her sniffing, then lowered her head and said, "My little sister is willful in this matter. I hope my brother won't blame me."
I feel pity for you, I feel pity for you...
If it weren't for the look in Guan Xing's eyes before leaving, it's hard to say that Feng Tubao couldn't restrain himself from agreeing.
"Productivity refers to the ability of social members to jointly transform nature and transform society to obtain the means of production and means of living. Production relations refer to the mutual relationships formed by workers in the production process, including all relationships between the means of production, the organization of the production process, and Three aspects including division of labor and distribution of products..."
Feng Yong quickly recited the Ma Dabeard's Heart-clearing Mantra in his heart.
“Then...brother, can you help me think of an article?”
Zhang Ji raised her head again and said softly, "The owner of Taolin said that if he can find an article he has never seen before, he can also let me take people in."
“The unified theory of value believes that...this can be possible.”
Feng Yong didn’t even think about it and quickly agreed to relieve the guilt in his heart.
The smile appeared on Zhang Ji's face again. She pointed at the spring scenery in front of her and said, "Then let's take spring as the title! If brother has thought about it..."
Oh, what a beautiful smile.
No wonder those middle school boys in later generations always like to say that I will protect your smile. It really makes sense.
Feng Yong thought like this, and then looked at the person in front of him. His heart was agitated. He couldn't hold it back for a moment, so he uttered a sentence:
"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, and the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is thick. If we hadn't seen it on the top of a group of jade mountains, we would have seen it under the moonlight on Yaotai."
Zhang Ji originally wanted Feng Yong to go back and think it over before telling her, but she never thought that before she finished speaking, the man in front of her had already read it out.
And...and it sounds like you are praising yourself!
Zhang Ji opened her mouth slightly, with a look of horror and disbelief in her eyes. She took two steps forward, grabbed Feng Yong's clothes tightly, and begged, "Feng Lang...Jun, can you slow down? I didn't remember. Come down."
Feng Yong nodded and read it again slowly.
That’s right, I’m talking about myself!
Although I didn’t fully understand the meaning, just the first sentence made me immersed in it.
Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance...
What a nice view!
I don’t know how the gentleman in front of me came up with such a sentence.
I am afraid that no one in the world can compare with him, right?
“Brother, what is the name of this article?”
Zhang Ji held Feng Yong's sleeve and refused to let go. Looking at her like this, as long as Feng Yong's hand was slightly wrapped around her, she would snuggle into his arms.
“Ahem…no name, well, I didn’t think of a name at the moment. It’s a Qingping tune in Yuefu, for singing.”
“It turns out that my brother is good at writing Yuefu…”
Zhang Ji's face was on fire, but her eyes seemed to be about to drip with water.
“Hehe, well, maybe, I like to listen to Yuefu…”
Feng Yong felt a little overwhelmed, so he quietly stepped back and said, "Siniang, I'm going to find some pen and ink and copy it down, so I won't forget it later!"
After saying that, he opened Zhang Ji's hand and ran away.
(This is a Yuefu poem, not a meter that only existed in the Tang Dynasty. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty created Yuefu, and Yuefu poems were popular in the Han, Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. There are more five-character poems, and there are also seven-character and miscellaneous words. Don’t get me wrong.)
(End of this chapter)