Chapter 133: Phoenix Seeking Phoenix
The sun really rose from the west today, and my wife actually took the initiative to call him husband.
Although it was only one cry, it was the first time in history.
After the first time, there will be a second time, a third time... and the hundredth time.
Li Nuo has always believed that sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. Even if she is a piece of ice, there will be a time when she melts.
Fortunately, the ability he exchanged yesterday had not expired. Li Nuo drew a picture for her that was exactly the same as yesterday and wrote a new poem on it.
The lady was visibly happy.
She treasured this painting even more, and after the paint and ink on it dried, she locked it in the cabinet.
Li Nuo left the room for a while and came back after a long time.
He sat at the table with a puzzled look on his face.
He just went out to check on the servants of the Song family.
The painting was not stolen by the servants of the Song Mansion.
He was very familiar with the thieves' world. Li Nuo was very sure that there was no thief in the whole Chang'an who had the courage and ability to sneak into the Song Mansion and steal things.
What’s even more strange is that he didn’t steal so many valuables from the Song Mansion, but only stole a worthless painting?
Is there something wrong with this thief's brain?
This isn't the first time my lady has lost something.
During the last old lady’s birthday party, the pair of jade ruyi were inexplicably stolen, and the thief has not been caught yet.
He looked at Song Jiaren and asked, "Madam, do you have any doubts?"
Song Jiaren shook her head and said, "No."
She just took Mu'er out for a while today, and when she came back, the painting was lost.
Before leaving, she clearly put the painting on the table.
There's no point in thinking about something that you don't have any clues about.
Li Nuo waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's lost. I'll help you draw it whenever you want."
Song Jiaren nodded, and then said, "Aren't you practicing archery today?"
Li Nuo was stunned for a moment, then said: "Practice, the imperial examination will be held in a few months, of course I have to practice, how about you teach me how to ride a horse tomorrow?"
Song Jiaren did not hesitate and said softly: "Okay..."
…
Early the next morning.
Li Nuo had made an appointment with his wife to go to the horse farm to learn horse riding, but she was called away by the old lady early in the morning. Today he had to accompany the old lady to the Temple of the Holy Mother for a worship service, so the horse riding had to be postponed to tomorrow.
With nothing else to do, he planned to give Fenghuang the last few poems he owed her.
Before that, he had to go to the Ministry of Justice.
Calligraphy is not a permanent ability. Every time it is used, it consumes lifespan. It is naturally nothing to his wife, but the relationship between him and Fenghuang has not reached that level yet.
Ministry of Justice, a government office somewhere.
Li Nuo looked at the girl who was copying the poems and said, "Xiao Gu..."
Gu Yanran raised her head and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
Li Nuo asked: "Do you only know how to write hairpin flower small regular script?"
Gu Yanran wrote a few lines of words in different handwriting styles on another piece of paper and said, "I can write a little bit in other handwriting styles, but I'm not very good at it."
It’s not that Li Nuo discriminates against the hairpin-flowered small regular script, it’s just that this kind of handwriting is almost exclusively used by women, and few men are willing to write it.
When they were in Yuyin Pavilion, Fenghuang looked a little strange when she saw the words he wrote.
Li Nuo took the paper and looked at it.
In his opinion, these lines of words are very beautiful.
People who are proficient in calligraphy generally know many types of writing styles, but they may not be able to master all of them.
At present, compared with her hairpin-flowered small regular script, Gu Yanran’s attainments in other types of calligraphy are obviously not that high.
But it is also beyond Li Nuo's reach.
Li Nuo looked at her and said, "Why don't you practice other styles of calligraphy? Only by learning from other styles and integrating them can you make further progress in calligraphy. Maybe one day, the "Gu style" will appear in this world..."
Gu Yanran shook her head repeatedly: "I, I can't do it..."
There is only one person every few hundred years who can name his or her writing style after a surname or given name. Each of them is a great calligrapher who has gone down in history and who uses pen to achieve enlightenment, and whose abilities are comparable to those of the saints of various schools.
Such a great calligrapher has not appeared for hundreds of years.
She wouldn't even dare to dream of such a dream.
Li Nuo looked at her and encouraged her earnestly, "Hey, people should still have dreams. You don't have to deny yourself. You are so talented. Maybe one day you will be able to achieve enlightenment through writing. How about this, next time I come, I will bring you some calligraphy. You can study them more when you have nothing to do. Maybe you can really achieve something in calligraphy in the future..."
The girl wiped her eyes silently.
She had treated the young master so well before, and the young master still cared about her so much, gave her oranges to eat, and gave her a chance to reduce her sentence and atone for her sins. She really hated herself in the past...
Not long after, Li Nuo walked out of the Ministry of Justice holding a stack of papers.
The change of the Thief Skill ability from temporary to permanent was an accident, and other abilities would be difficult to replicate.
It is easier to train Xiao Gu.
She is still in prison now, and Li Nuo's calligraphy skills will improve along with her.
When she learns other styles of calligraphy, he won't have to embarrass himself by writing the hairpin-flowered small calligraphy in public anymore.
Li Nuo came to Yuyin Pavilion, put a stack of papers on the table in front of Fenghuang, and said, "It's all finished."
Phoenix picked it up and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became.
Although these lyrics are not as good as the previous one, they are much better than those written by those so-called talented people out there.
Moreover, every poem was written for the girls in brothels.
People who write lyrics are very good at describing the feelings between men and women.
These lyrics can be sung. They are a bit vulgar, but very suitable for use in brothels and music halls.
The Oiran Contest was approaching, and these lyrics were released, costing several hundred or even a thousand taels of silver per poem, and there were people willing to pay to buy them.
Fenghuang even suspected that in his previous life he had written such erotic poems for the ladies in brothels.
But she knew very well that it was not that he could not write elegantly.
He just didn't want to write to her.
When writing about his wife, he described her as a peerless beauty who could overwhelm the whole country. When writing about her, he described her as someone who could sing and dance, with a willow waist, and the whole paper was filled with the smell of the world...
Although he appeared polite on the surface, he definitely looked down on them in his heart.
Fenghuang's reaction was different from what Li Nuo had imagined. He was stunned and asked, "Why, are you dissatisfied?"
These are all tailor-made according to her requirements. Wouldn't Liu Yong's poems satisfy her?
Phoenix shook her head and said, "Very satisfied, thank you very much, sir."
Li Nuo said: "That's good. If there is nothing to modify, I will go back first. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me. If I'm not in the Song Mansion, I'll be in the Ministry of Justice..."
Fenghuang thought of something and said, "Double butterflies embroidered on a silk skirt, Yuyin Pavilion, first meeting, this line doesn't rhyme very well, can it be changed? And this poem doesn't seem to have a tune..."
The name of this poem's tune is "Zui Chui Bian", which was created by Zhang Xian. Li Nuo checked, but found that there is no such tune in the world.
He thought for a moment and said, "Yuyin Pavilion is indeed unrhymed. You can change it to a certain banquet, and pretend that we met at a banquet. As for the name of the tune, you can pick any one. I think Phoenix Song is pretty good..."
Phoenix waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can go."
As attentive as "Beauty" is, "Phoenix Song" is as perfunctory.
Forget it, just be perfunctory. After all, she is not related to him. She can't be compared with his wife. Who can compare to the stunningly beautiful Song Jiaren?
When Li Nuo walked out of the room, Fenghuang's voice suddenly came from behind him again: "In your heart, is Fenghuang like the prostitute in the poem?"
Li Nuo turned around and asked in surprise: "No, why do you think so?"
Fenghuang smiled indifferently and said, "Every one of these poems is full of worldly air and vulgar language, but it doesn't matter, we are worldly people anyway..."
Except for a few excellent ones, most of Liu Yong's poems are called "shallow and vulgar" or even described as "obscene words of the boudoir".
Li Nuo customized it completely according to her requirements.
She was the one who wanted to keep in line with the style of the poem, so why was she blaming him...
However, the customer is God, especially since he is his first big customer and is extremely generous. Li Nuo is looking forward to deeper cooperation in the future.
He had already walked out the door, but upon hearing this he walked back and said, "These are too vulgar. You want something elegant? We have some, but..."
Phoenix was slightly stunned: "But what?"
Li Nuo said: "It costs extra money."
Phoenix blinked, "How much?"
Li Nuo originally wanted to add fifty or one hundred taels, but after thinking about it, he realized that he had already earned one thousand taels from her, and there would be more opportunities for cooperation in the future, so he said, "Forget it, you have already bought ten songs, I will give you one more, I will read it and you write it..."
Li Nuo stood in front of the table and Feng Huang sat behind it. One wrote and the other copied.
Li Nuo cleared his throat and spoke slowly:
"There is a beautiful woman whom I will never forget after seeing her.
When I haven't seen you for a day, I miss you like crazy.
The phoenix is flying high in the sky, and the four seas are looking for it.
Unfortunately, the beauty is not at the east wall.
I will use the zither to express my feelings.
When will I see Xu Xi again to comfort my wandering?
I wish to match my words with your virtue and go hand in hand with you.
Not being able to fly has caused me to perish."
After writing the last sentence, Fenghuang picked up the paper, and the bitterness in her heart was gone.
This is neither a poem nor a ci, but a fu.
An ancient and elegant poem.
There is no worldly air, only strong and passionate emotions.
This fu is in no way inferior to the one "Beauty".
She looked at Li Nuo impatiently and asked, "What is the name of this fu?"
Li Nuo picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then said, "Phoenix seeks phoenix."
There is no fu test in the imperial examination, and it is not appropriate to give this fu to my wife, so I might as well give it to Fenghuang.
However, this was a love poem after all, so he still reminded Fenghuang: "Don't tell anyone else, I wrote this poem for you..."
Compared with those erotic poems, the value of "The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix" is infinitely higher. Although he has no other intentions, once his wife hears it, she will think too much.
Fenghuang was secretly delighted that her name was finally written into a poem that would be passed down through the ages.
She held the paper in her hands as if it were a treasure, and said to Li Nuo with a smile: "Thank you, sir. How about I give you five hundred taels for this poem..."
Li Nuo waved his hand and said, "No need. I said it's for you. I have something else to do. I'll go back first..."
Fenghuang said embarrassedly: "Sir, wait a moment. I don't know how to thank you for such a valuable gift. I'll put a vase of flowers in it for you..."
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