Chapter 132 Husband
When Li Nuo returned to his room after taking a shower, he saw Mu'er sleeping on their bed.
I don’t know what she did during the day. Even in her sleep, she looked tired.
Li Nuo came over quietly and whispered to his wife, "How about I sleep in another room tonight so I don't have to wake Mu'er up. You can sleep with her tonight."
Song Jiaren said: "No, I'll carry her back to the room. I won't wake her up."
She walked to the bed and stretched out her arms. Song Muer's body slowly floated up and was gently held in her arms.
After sending Mu'er back, Song Jiaren returned to her room and closed the door.
She carefully put the painting away and went back to sit at the table.
Li Nuo picked up the poem on the table and explained, "This is for Miss Fenghuang from Yuyin Pavilion. She bought it from me for eighty taels of silver..."
Song Jiaren did not dwell on this question. She opened a book of poems in her hand, pointed to a poem and said, "I don't quite understand what these two lines mean..."
Li Nuo sat down next to her and said, "Here, there are two allusions involved. It's normal that you don't understand them. Let me tell you about these two allusions first..."
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The next morning, Li Nuo got up a little late.
I explained poetry to my wife last night and went to bed a little later than usual.
On the way to the Ministry of Justice, he passed by Yuyin Pavilion and went up to give a poem to Fenghuang.
When he wrote the poem for the painting yesterday, he exchanged it for a one-day calligraphy experience card. Of course, a good painting must be paired with good calligraphy. He is wealthy now, so he doesn't need to be stingy with this one or two days.
On the second floor of Yuyin Pavilion, Fenghuang took a piece of paper handed over by Li Nuo.
What caught her attention at first was not the content on the paper, but the handwriting on it.
What a beautiful hairpin with flowers in small calligraphy!
She herself had some attainments in calligraphy, but it was still far inferior to the words on the paper.
This is not a level that can be achieved through hard practice. The owner of these handwriting must have an excellent talent in calligraphy.
After admiring the calligraphy for a while, she focused on the content.
The silk skirt is embroidered with two butterflies, and the first meeting is in Yuyin Pavilion. The rouge and powder are not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light in spring.
Look carefully at all the good things, everyone says, willow waist. Yesterday the mountains were dark, when I came, there were clouds on my clothes.
This is a piece of ci. There is no ci tune and the rhythm is not perfect, especially the three words "Yuyin Pavilion", which are filled in a bit deliberately. However, the merits outweigh the flaws. The content of the ci is definitely a masterpiece.
At least it is countless times better than the poem she bought for one hundred taels of silver.
Li Nuo looked at her and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
Phoenix nodded, not only satisfied, but also that it greatly exceeded her expectations.
It’s just that - when they first met, she didn’t seem to be wearing a double butterfly silk dress, nor did she wear light makeup.
But on second thought, writing poetry is not about realism. Sometimes, it is normal to make some changes and interpretations for the sake of rhyme. Almost all poets do this.
Take a closer look and you will see that she is beautiful. Everyone says she has a slender waist. Isn't that her?
In Yuyin Pavilion, the nightingale is too peaceful and the mandarin duck is too thin. Who else but her can say this?
She had always thought he had no vision, but it turned out he knew everything...
After inspecting the goods, Fenghuang decisively paid Li Nuo one hundred taels of silver and said that no change was needed.
Li Nuo said that this money was easy to earn and asked, "Do you want more?"
Phoenix was surprised and asked, "What else?"
If he were asked to copy a famous poem every day, Li Nuo would still hesitate, because he was saving those poems to prepare for the spring examination and the imperial examination.
But if he were asked to praise her in different ways, he could do it for a month without repeating the same way.
Li Nuo has done some research on Liu Yong's poems. There are more than 200 extant poems by Liu Yong, of which more than 150 are related to brothels. This type of poems were called erotic poems in Daxia, which were not presentable and could not be tested in the imperial examinations.
Of course, it was impossible for Li Nuo to memorize all of the more than one hundred poems, but he still remembered about ten or twenty of them.
These words are too gaudy and vulgar to be given to my wife, but they suit the phoenix quite well.
Fenghuang spread out a piece of rice paper, stood aside, and personally ground ink for Li Nuo.
Li Nuo thought for a moment, then picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.
The beauty of the world, the ideal woman. Slender waist. Wake up from the scented bed, with thick hair and makeup, and a red face like apricot blossoms in spring.
Jiaoduo likes to fan herself with Qi silk and hide her red lips with a smile. She has a gentle heart and a refined character, and is not worthy of being in the dust.
Yuyin Pavilion is not a brothel, but it is undoubtedly a place of prostitution.
This version of the poem "Youthful Travel" does not involve any place names or allusions and can be written word for word without any changes. Although it is not as popular as the previous one, it is definitely sufficient.
Fenghuang looked at Li Nuo in great surprise.
She had some doubts just now, suspecting that the poem was ghostwritten.
But when I saw his handwriting with my own eyes, that shred of doubt disappeared.
Instead, there was a hint of shame.
She calls herself a talented woman, and her handwriting of calligraphy with flowers on it is actually not as good as that of men.
Then she looked at the content of the poem. This one had more worldly flavor, but was more suitable than the previous one.
The Oiran Contest is approaching, and the girls of Yuyin Pavilion are as talented as anyone else. What they lack is suitable poems. Although a good poem cannot directly affect the result of the Oiran Contest, it can also add a lot of color to the girls.
She couldn't help but look at Li Nuo.
Since the last song, this was another time he brought her a huge surprise and unexpected event.
A moment later, Li Nuo left Yuyin Pavilion with 1,200 taels of silver in his arms.
Fenghuang was obviously someone who knew what was good. After reading two of his poems, she made an appointment with him for eight more, each for one hundred taels, and paid the full amount in advance.
Phoenix stood at the window on the second floor, watched the carriage go away, then turned and walked back to the table.
Looking closely, she finds everything beautiful, and everyone says she has a slim waist... The more she looks at her, the more she likes her.
A figure walked in from outside, and Yuanyang said to her in surprise: "Sister Fenghuang, you would never have thought that Master Li is actually good at writing poetry..."
"How do you know that?"
Fenghuang was a little surprised. Did Yuanyang see the poem before her?
Yuanyang said: "Mr. Song just told me that Mr. Li wrote a poem for his wife yesterday. I also read it. It is a quatrain that will be passed down through the ages..."
Fenghuang was slightly stunned: "For his wife?"
After a moment, she looked at the poem written by Yuanyang on the paper, and suddenly felt that she didn't seem to like the previous sentence very much.
This poem does not mention appearance at all.
But it is better than ten thousand descriptions such as "willow waist" and "red lips".
What is this: one glance can make a city fall in love with you, another glance can make a country fall in love with you...
It's outrageous and exaggerated!
Is his wife really that good?
The title of the poem is a pun, as if he was afraid that others would not know that this poem was written for his wife...
She was almost jealous.
A poem or a word is better than none.
Comparing them together, they are like heaven and earth.
When future generations see this poem, they will only say, "Oh, an unknown prostitute with a great figure."
But when you see this short poem, the image of a peerless beauty will emerge in your mind, and this beauty even has a name.
Who knows, hundreds of years later, future generations will really mistakenly believe that Song Jiaren was some peerless beauty who could captivate the whole country. Isn't this false propaganda and misleading others?
Phoenix's eyes were fixed on the poem.
Acid is acid.
At this moment, she envied Song Jiaren for the first time.
As a woman, especially a beautiful woman, who doesn’t want her beauty to be famous for generations to come?
In terms of appearance, figure, talent, and strength, she thinks that she is not inferior to Song Jiaren in any aspect. Her figure and talent can even crush her, but she loses to her because she has a good husband.
Thousands of years later, people will only remember Song Jiaren, and no one will know her as Phoenix Girl...
At this moment, there was another person who felt the same as Fenghuang.
Song Mansion.
In Song Ning'er's private courtyard.
Song Ning'er looked at Master Sister in surprise and asked, "Is this poem bad?"
She thought this poem was well written. She didn’t understand poetry or lyrics, but she knew that this poem was praising her sister Jia Ren for her beauty. It would be great if someone wrote such a poem for her in the future, so that everyone in the world would know how beautiful she was…
The woman gritted her teeth and said, "What's good about that? You're just a flatterer!"
Song Ning'er murmured softly: "I think it's great..."
The woman snorted coldly and said, "What a bullshit! How can Song Jiaren's appearance and figure match that of a stunning beauty..."
Halfway through her speech, she changed the subject and said, "It does fit, but this poem is not good at all. It's too exaggerated. No one will believe it..."
Song Ning'er said, "But Brother Yu said that this is a technique of using fiction to describe reality. Everyone has a different definition of beauty. This poem does not describe reality, but leaves people with endless imagination. It is the best technique. It is the best poem about beauty in the world. Even a thousand years later, people will know that Sister Jiaren is a great beauty. I also saw the painting that Brother Li Nuo drew for Sister Jiaren. That painting is also very beautiful..."
The woman suddenly looked at her and asked, "How many times did you practice the sword technique I taught you today?"
Song Ning'er said: "Master Sister asked me to practice three times, and I practiced five times."
The woman said in a deep voice: "Practice five more times. You started practicing late in the first place. If you don't work hard, how can you surpass Song Muer? You don't want to be surpassed by her for the rest of your life, right?"
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After leaving the Ministry of Justice, when Li Nuo returned to the Song Mansion, he found it in a mess.
The maids and servants were in a hurry, and the head maid in the mansion asked them questions one by one.
Li Nuo walked into the courtyard and saw his wife and Mu'er standing in the yard. His wife had a cold expression and was obviously in a bad mood, while Mu'er was pacing back and forth anxiously.
Li Nuo walked forward and asked, "What happened?"
Song Muer hurried over and said, "Brother Li Nuo, it's bad. The poem and painting you gave to Sister Jia Ren yesterday were stolen!"
Li Nuo was slightly stunned. He was not Gu Youzhi, so who would steal his paintings?
However, this was not a serious matter. He walked to Song Jiaren and said, "It's okay, my lady, don't be angry. I will draw another one for you that is exactly the same. It just so happens that I am not satisfied with some details of the one I drew yesterday..."
"Um."
Song Jiaren's brows relaxed, she nodded slightly, and said softly, "Thank you, my husband."
Li Nuo walked towards the room. When he reached the door, he suddenly realized something. He paused, turned around and asked, "What are you thanking me for?"
The word count is not enough, but I will have more in the evening. Since I have run out of drafts, I cannot set a fixed update time. I will try to save up some words in the next few days.
(End of this chapter)
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