Yang Xueruo decisively gave up any topic about Liu Xinru, she is a smart and scheming woman, she knows that it is enough to stop, and she does not want to cause Kong Sheng's unhappiness because of this, which will lead to a regeneration of estrangement between the two.
"Bao Xi was originally a peerless face who captivated the country and the city, but because of the princes of the beacon fire opera, he left a reputation for eternity, and although the concubine and the emperor are now singing the world because of Langjun's long-term hatred song, they are still far away after all, which makes people sigh and feel sad."
Yang Xueruo waved her hand, and the red cotton and the shopkeeper of the restaurant, Meng Chong, walked over side by side, one holding a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and the other holding wine and tea.
"Red Cotton, shopkeeper Meng, set up a banquet on the cloister, and the slave family and the Kong family Langjun will have a drink."
The red cotton bows its head and should be.
Meng Chong was even more respectful, personally arranging for people to lay blankets and tables, and put refreshments and wine cups on the table.
Kong Sheng glanced at Meng Chong, and then suddenly realized in his heart that the real owner of this Yanyu Building was Yang Qi.
Yang Qi, as the administrative and military head of Jiangnan, actually sent people to do business behind the scenes, but it is not surprising that many dignitaries and dignitaries in the DPRK and China did this.
Meng Chong personally took the pen and sat behind the bookcase on one side.
Before him, Kong Sheng and Yang Xueruo sat opposite each other, raised their glasses and invited them to drink, and the atmosphere of the meeting of talented and beautiful people in Yanyulou suddenly appeared.
The afterglow in the corner of Kong Sheng's eyes swept between Yang Xueruo's light eyebrows, and he secretly admired in his heart: This woman's mind is exquisite, it is really very accessible, she turned her private meeting with herself into a semi-public literary meeting in an understatement, not to mention letting Yang Qi and his wife know, even if it is known all over the city, she can deal with it calmly.
Cotton Tree is her personal maid, and Meng Chong is the loyal expatriate slave of the Yang Mansion, and the two of them are waiting by the side, clearing away the bad suspicion of the Mono-Female Association, but they will not leak the slightest rumor.
After the Wangjianglou poetry meeting, Lang Jun's poetry moved Jiangnan, the slave family admired it, I don't know today's meeting, in this smoke and rain upstairs, Lang Jun can have a good sentence to sing "Yang Xueruo holds the lamp and half lifts: "The slave family respects you a cup" Kong Sheng's heart moved, and he smiled slightly: "Kong Sheng is only a shallow learner, and the young lady has a good reputation."
However, since Miss has this Yaxing, please ask Miss to improvise the question. ” Yang Xueruo stared deeply at Kong Sheng, who was close at hand, her eyes were as deep and clear as water, and she smiled and said, "Just take the smile of the Pomeranians you and I just talked about as the topic."
Kong Sheng slowly closed his eyes, as if he was pondering, but in fact, he was quite helpless and depressed.
He is very unimpressed by the current social atmosphere of reciting poetry at every turn, and he really can't accept this either/or value: isn't it nonsense to judge a person's talent and learning only by reciting poetry But the general environment is like this, and the unspoken rules of society are like this, he can't ride a donkey as ignorant and fearless as Don Quixote to contend with it, nor can he unscrupulously raise his shield to block it like a stunned young man, he can only adapt and accept it.
"The upper corner of Hanchuan City shouted three times, and guarded against the border Lewanfu.
The beacon fire in front of the mound is rising, and I don't know if there is a broken face under the spring. ” After Kong Sheng finished chanting a song, Yang Xueruo's eyes became brighter, but before she could open her mouth to praise, Kong Sheng immediately chanted a second song "Chang'an looked back at the piles of embroidery, and the top of the mountain opened thousands of doors.
As soon as the concubine laughed on the red dust, no one knew that it was a lychee. ” Kong Sheng groaned, and secretly said ashamed by hiding his face and drinking.
"It's a good concubine who rides on the red dust and laughs, no one knows that it's a lychee."
Yang Xue Ruo's temperament was also moved by such elegant and wonderful verses, she praised Lian Sheng, turned back to Meng Chong and said: "Meng shopkeeper, write down, write down" Yang Xueruo turned back slowly, her eyes were eager, and her pretty face was full of excited red light.
If she still had the last trace of doubt about Kong Sheng's prodigal transformation of talents, there would be no hesitation when they met today: her vision was not wrong, the young man in front of her was a rare genius in the world, no matter why he showed his prodigal face in the past, his true talent and great talent could not be erased.
Hongmian was a little dumbfounded on the side: Oh my God, this little girl of the Kong family really seems to be a man who can make the young lady fall in love, and it is really extraordinary At this point, what kind of Kong family's little girl, what kind of soft rice soft egg, all kinds of unbearable famous impressions have been erased in the heart of the red cotton, and the gaze that looks at Kong Sheng again is naturally completely different from the past.
Meng Chong's heart was agitated, he got up and walked over and bowed to Kong Shengshen: "Kong Xiaolang, poetry is peerless, Meng Mou opened his eyes today."
Meng Mou is brave and respectfully asks Xiaolang to leave some famous sentences for Yanyu Building, and to make the name of Yanyulou " Kong Sheng sighed lightly, got up and bowed slightly, but walked to the corridor, and looked at the magnificent mountain scenery of the tiger and dragon plate outside the city, and said softly after a long time: "The smoke and rain tower, Jiangning County City, there were sparks here; The wind and clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, every spring stings, everywhere you hear Yin Yin thunder. ” Meng Chong hurriedly wrote it down when he heard this, although he was full of praise for Kong Sheng's good sentence, he actually didn't understand the deep meaning.
Not only Meng Chong didn't understand, but even Yang Xueruo was specious and contemplative, not knowing why Kong Sheng's words of emotion came from.
Kong Sheng looked up at the sky where the sunset was singing, and the last ray of sunset in the west was brilliant.
He secretly said in his heart: This stormy meeting in Jiangnan must be coming to an end, at most in the spring of next year, he will leave Jiangning County to go to his own broad stage, what the future is, in fact, it is still an unknown.
However, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead, our generation must move forward through thick and thin Kong Sheng thought about it, and the perseverance between his eyebrows was overflowing, the corners of his mouth outlined a high-spirited arc, and his back was so elegant and upright Yang Xueruo also got up slowly, stood concentrating, looking at Kong Sheng's back with fluttering clothes blown by the autumn wind, the tenderness in her eyes became heavier and heavier.
She became more and more sure of where her heart belonged.
If you can form a life partner with the outstanding young man Lang Jun in front of you, whether you are in the same boat through thick and thin, you will not come to the world in vain If she just wanted to compete for the "glimmer of life" of her marriage with Kong Sheng before, at this moment, she no longer had any other thoughts in her heart, except for the person in front of her, she could no longer tolerate others.
"Lang Jun is talented and has a demeanor, which is rare in the world.
If Lang Jun does not dislike the posture of the slave family, the slave family is willing to treat each other, and from then on he will always be of the same heart with Lang Jun, sharing the joys and sorrows, and will not swerve until death.
Yang Xueruoqiao's face was slightly red, but her voice was so firm and transparent.
Her face-to-face confession is not the same as the previous letters.
When he is so down, he can be so favored by a beauty, to say that Kong Sheng is not moved at all, it is fake.
Kong Sheng sighed, looked back at Yang Xueruo and said with a wry smile: "Miss, Kong is now poor and depressed, has no fixed residence, does not even have a place to stand, and has a slim future. ” Yang Xueruo took a step forward slightly: "The slave family believes that Langjun Jiangnan is dormant and will soar to the sky in the future."
Even if Lang Jun achieves nothing in the future, the slave family will not hesitate" Yang Xueruo means that even if I see the wrong person, you will achieve nothing in the future, but as long as I recognize it, I will never look back The corners of Kong Sheng's mouth twitched, and in the face of the girl's enthusiasm and persistence, it was difficult for him to refuse: "It's not that Kong Sheng doesn't know how to lift, but the future is really unpredictable t1706231537: