Chapter 169: Reciting poems and writing essays

Three days later, in the morning, Dongzhou Minhai County.

At the home of the village chief Meng Weishan, there is a large wooden bed covered with a blanket. At this moment, Meng Zhize is sleeping soundly with a bamboo pillow.

Meng Weishan, who was standing by, glanced at Meng Zhize who was sleeping, suddenly sighed, looked out the window slightly, muttered to himself, "Meng Hua has been in the town for a few days, why haven't he come back yet?

Alas! This kid is secretly obsessed with Priest Xue. Could it be that this time, when Priest Xue is sent, his soul has been hooked away by Priest Xue? He doesn’t even go back to his home?"

Outside the house, Meng Youyou, who was walking in with a bowl of medicinal soup, happened to hear Meng Weishan's words.

Meng Youyou stopped for a moment, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Senior Brother, what are you muttering alone? Whose soul is being hooked away? Who doesn't even go back to home?"

Meng Weishan turned his head and looked at Meng Youyou, and smiled and said, "Junior sister, come and give medicine to the great hero Meng Zhize!

Oh! You came too coincidentally. I was chatting with the hero Meng Zhize just now. He didn’t have enough time to fall asleep.”

Meng Youyou frowned, pouted, and said, "But Priest Xue specifically explained before leaving that the medicine that had just been decocted must be taken while it is hot to be effective!"

Meng Weishan looked helpless, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Is that so? Why don't I wake up the great hero?"

When Meng Youyou heard this, she shook her hand and said, "Brother Meng is so sleepy that we should not wake him up!

Senior brother, I will pour this bowl of medicine soup back into the medicine jar, and then warm it with a light heat. When Brother Meng wakes up, I will bring it to him."

Meng Weishan nodded and said, "That's all right now."

Meng Youyou said: "Senior brother, I will go to the town to get some medicine for Brother Meng later. Brother asked me to ask you if there is anything you need to bring back here, so I can bring it back together."

Meng Weishan pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said, "I just bought all the things at home a few days ago, and there is nothing I urgently need to buy back.":

Meng Youyou said "Oh" and was about to turn around and leave. At this time, Meng Weishan suddenly said, "Junior sister, let Junior Brother Meng Yaoyao ask about the news about Meng Hua in the town. It has been two or three days since I saw that boy come back yet. I am really worried about him."

Meng Youyou nodded and said, "No wonder she saw her senior brother alone just now, and she muttered to herself for a long time. She was talking about Brother Meng Hua, right?"

Meng Weishan nodded and said, "I am talking about this kid, ah... This kid is also a miserable person. Like your senior brother, he has been an orphan who has no father's love and no mother's love since he was a child.

We grew up by eating the hundreds of families in the village since we were young. We need money to get sick or something, and it was the help of our uncles and uncles in the village who helped us.

We have been relying on each other since childhood, and we are as close as brothers and sisters. In the past, we were each other's support. Now we can't see him for a few days. Senior brother, I always feel that there is something wrong with my heart."

Meng Hua and the village chief Meng Weishan have been supporting each other since childhood, and now they live under the same roof. When they come in and out, they can meet each other as soon as they look up. The two have already silently cultivated a brotherly relationship with blood thicker than water.

Three days ago, Meng Weishan ordered Meng Hua to send Priest Xue back to Yunli Town. Meng Weishan asked him to stay in the town for a night out of his safety and rushed back the next day.

But in the blink of an eye, three days had passed, but Meng Hua never came back from beginning to end. Meng Weishan woke up early this morning, and his eyes were pounding, so his heart was also 7,000, afraid that Meng Hua would have an accident.

Meng Youyou glanced at the medicine bowl in her hand and said, "Senior brother, I'll go down and warm up the medicine soup first. Brother Meng wakes up later, you can call me again."

Meng Weishan was slightly stunned, then nodded and smiled: "Okay!"

Meng Youyou bowed slightly, turned around and was about to leave, but she heard Meng Weishan's voice behind her sound again: "Junior sister, when Junior Brother Meng Yaoyao goes to the town later, I will ask him to help inquire about Meng Hua's news."

Meng Youyou nodded and said, "I understand Senior Brother."

Meng Weishan looked at Meng Youyou's back as he gradually disappeared, and suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Meng Hua, this kid, has secretly fallen in love with Priest Xue since he was treated by Priest Xue two years ago.

Alas! It’s just that Meng Hua was inferior to his lowly birth and was incompatible with Priest Xue. He never dared to express his feelings to her, so that his deep affection was buried in his heart, making him think about the pain of grief.

Alas...why? Why?

...

In the imperial capital of the Cyan Kingdom, the drizzling rain stopped early in the morning, repeatedly washing the dust all over the city, which reduced a lot of the heat of summer.

The three-story accommodation and housing buildings in Yunxi Restaurant are now closed. After all, the doors of the room are most suitable for sleeping in the room on a drizzling morning.

At the doors of a row of fourteen houses facing west, there are wooden blocks of door numbers, with house numbers from Herzegovina No. 1 to Herzegovina No. 1.

In these fourteen herringbone rooms, except for the two houses in the southwest corner with doors open at the moment, the rest are closed.

Nangong Jinhong was standing next to the fence of the entrance corridor, holding a folding fan in his hand, and shaking it leisurely from time to time.

"Fourth brother, I just had enough food and drink. Why not take advantage of the beautiful scenery of the morning to recite a poem to impart the world?"

Bubai Yanbei walked out of the room at some point and saw Nangong Jinhong waving a fan on the rainy day, and deliberately joked.

Nangong Jinhong glanced at the white-haired Yanbei and said, "Third brother, you don't understand this, right? You must pay attention to inspiration and artistic conception when reciting poems and essays.

Hehe... I haven't yet practiced to the point of being so singular."

Bubai Yanbei was stunned when he heard this and said, "Isn't it just a poem or a fu? As for that trouble? What kind of inspiration is there? What kind of artistic conception is it?"

Nangong Jinhong was immediately angry when she heard this and said, "If the third brother can do it, why not recite a poem to impart the world?"

Bubai Yanbei thought for a moment, then shook his head and recited in a pretty good manner: "One, two, three, four, five, catch a mouse in the woodshed. The mouse did not catch it, and chewed a big sweet potato.

Haha...how? How about it? The poem I recited by your third brother is very artistic enough, right?"

Nangong Jinhong frowned, then nodded without comment, sometimes shook her head, looking at Bubai Yanbei, but she couldn't even talk to her for a moment.

With a 'puff' sound, Mu Sifan appeared behind the two of them quietly and burst into laughter.

Mu Sifan smiled and bent down, saying, "Third brother, are you also called poetry? Oh my god! I didn't suffocate me to death. I even caught mice and chewed sweet potatoes. When you were young, did you often go to the woodshed to steal sweet potatoes? Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to write such awesome sentences!"

Nangong Jinhong secretly gave Mu Sifan a thumbs up and said, "It's still our second sister who has insight and knows the goods."

Bubai Yanbei immediately scratched the back of his head with a shy look on his face and said awkwardly: "Second sister, I rarely have a time to get interested. I recite this poem that is not a poem. Is it really a bad thing?"

Yue Ye suddenly coughed lightly, walked out of the room, and whispered: "One, two, three, four, five, catch mice in the woodshed. The mouse did not catch them, and chewed a big sweet potato.

Well, it has artistic conception, but it does have a bit of artistic conception. Third brother chants well."

As soon as Yue Ye said this, Mu Sifan stopped his crazy laughter in an instant. She immediately stared at Yue Ye with a puzzled look and said, "Brother Ye, do these sentences that the third brother said really have some artistic conception?"

Yue Ye nodded and said, "Although these sentences that my third brother recites are not a poem, they do have a little meaning."

"Uh...Fourth brother, do you want to say that what I chanted by the third brother is that meaningful?"

Yue Ye immediately fell on Nangong Jinhong.

Nangong Jinhong nodded and said, "Brother is right. Although the sentences that the third brother recited are not considered poems, they do have some artistic conception."

When Bubai Yanbei heard this, he immediately looked at Mu Sifan with a proud look and said: Second sister, have you heard what the eldest brother and fourth brother said?

Hehe! The few sentences I chanted randomly still have a little artistic conception.”

Mu Sifan turned his head boredly and stared at the rainy scene outside the window.

"The rain today is really bad." Mu Sifan pouted and frowned slightly.

Nangong Jinhong closed the folding fan in his hand. He glanced at Mu Sifan and said in confusion: "Why did the second sister say this?"

Mu Sifan said: "This afternoon is the day when the 'Jubao Pavilion' auction house is open for business. We rarely waited for the 'Jubao Pavilion' auction house to open for business. We originally wanted to join in the fun, but it was drizzling early this morning. I believe that there will definitely be very few people going to the 'Jubao Pavilion' auction house today!"

Yue Ye shook his head and said, "Otherwise, since the rain is moist, then those who come to this twenty-eighth street will probably spend a whole day in their guest rooms. When the Jubao Pavilion is launched in Deshenshi, everyone is bored and will rush to the "Jubao Pavilion" auction house to try new things and watch the fun everywhere."

Bubai Yanbei nodded and agreed: "Brother said it right. I believe that today's Jubao Pavilion Auction House must be much more lively than before, right?"

Nangong Jinhong said: "Brother and third brother are right, don't worry about not being able to join in the fun anymore."

Yue Ye suddenly took out a thin piece of white paper from his sleeve, and then handed it to Nangong Jinhong, and smiled and said, "Just now, I sat in front of the windowsill, watching the rain and meditating. Suddenly I became interested. I wrote a few words in a simplified manner. Fourth brother took a look."

Nangong Jinhong took the white paper and just shook it open. Bubai Yanbei and Mu Sifan immediately came over and saw a poem written on the white paper:

"Rain in Jiangnan"

The plum rainy night in Jiangnan cannot sleep,

The hair is gradually whiter and the temples are all white.

No one in the past has spared,

A green field reflects the autumn spring.

Nangong Jinhong looked at the poem and then slowly recited: "The Rain of Jiangnan, Jiangnan, is hard to sleep on a rainy night, and her hair is gradually whiter. The boys in the past have no time to have idle, a piece of green reflects the autumn spring."

After hearing what Nangong Jinhong said, Mu Sifan couldn't help but whisper again: "The plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are hard to sleep on a rainy night, and his hair is getting whiter in the edge of his temples."

Bubai Yanbei continued to chant: "The boys in the past have no time to be idle, a green patch of green reflects the autumn spring.

Well, the big brother wrote really good poems, good poems.”

Mu Sifan smiled and said, "Does Brother Ye write about me have much more artistic conception than my third brother catching mice, eating sweet potatoes, etc."

Nangong Jinhong ignored the two of them. He recited them again in a low voice, nodding and said, "I didn't expect that my elder brother also has such a hobby. He wrote very wonderfully, wonderfully!"

"Good poems, good poems..."

Mu Sifan and Bubai Yanbei know nothing about chanting poems and essays. At this moment, they saw Nangong Jinhong saying it very wonderfully, and they nodded and praised Yueye.
Chapter completed!