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Chapter 273 Being admired (Part 2)

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    "Girl, mother also wants to hear the full text of these three poems."

    Mrs. Hou¡¯s tone was a bit hoarse with emotion, so when she heard Wei Zi¡¯s ears at this moment, she felt a little sad.

    Although Weizi has never lived a life of great wealth, he has often watched palace fighting scenes in TV series. Even inside the mansion, there are also intrigues. Therefore, Weizi seems to understand Mrs. Hou's sadness. Hou  The main wife of the house needs not only beauty, but also broad-mindedness, magnanimity, tolerance, being able to take care of concubines for the father-in-law, being able to raise the concubine, and being virtuous and virtuous. These may be easy to say, but as a  When a woman devotes her beautiful youth to a man, she also has to pay for the man's love. And it's not just one day, not two days, not once or twice, not one year, not two years. If this woman doesn't love this man, she will  That's all, they are just living together and getting what they need. But if this woman loves this man, I'm afraid the sadness in it cannot be explained to outsiders.

    Weizi felt pity in his heart, but his eyes when looking at Madam Hou were filled with warmth, and he never brought out his feelings, because Weizi felt that what any strong woman needs is not sympathy, but recognition.

    "Mom, an old man read this to his daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law said she should just listen to her mother."

    When Weizi finished speaking, it was not just Mrs. Xiangyang Hou who pricked up her ears, but also Xie Junxian, the Crown Prince of Guangren, Mo Xifeng, the Crown Prince of Guidehou, and even Xiahou Nanze couldn't help but pricked up his ears.  And he has already admitted in his heart that this young lady of the Hou Mansion is indeed not comparable to his sister.

    His own children know that Xiahou Nanze also dotes on his sister, but besides acting like a spoiled child and being good, his sister's biggest skill is to show off her temper. Let alone poetry, that girl only  I'm afraid that those characters are only known to her and she doesn't know the words.

    Compared with this young lady, Xiahou Nanze also understands what is hidden. Although this young lady is not as beautiful as his sister, given time, Xiahou Nanze has to admit that this young lady is just like a broken gem.  Generally magnificent and colorful.

    "The chrysanthemums on the threshold are worried about the mist, orchids weep with dew, the curtains are light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know the pain of separation, and the slant light shines through the red doors at dawn. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. I want to send colors.  The paper is both a ruler and a ruler, and you can tell where the mountains are and the rivers are. This is the first poem."

    Weizi paused for a moment and then said: "Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the extremely sad spring, the gloomy sky. In the lingering light of the grass and smoke, I am speechless, who can follow my thoughts. I want to get drunk with the wild picture, and sing to the wine,  The strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty. This is the second song."

    Everyone is holding their breath, waiting for the third song of the mast. For some reason, everyone feels that after the impulse of youth and the recollection of middle age, it is time to truly settle down in old age, which is where the most wonderful glory of life lies.  , so this third song seems to be the most important, and it should still be wonderful.

    Sure enough, it lived up to expectations. The third song was: The east wind blows thousands of flowers on the trees at night, and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carriages fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounds, the jade pot turns the light, and all night fish  The dragon dances. The moth is like a wisp of gold in the snow and willows, and the laughter is full of hidden fragrance. The crowd has searched for him a thousand times, but suddenly looking back, that person is there, in the dimly lit place."

    "The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMWs and carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The sound of phoenix and flute is moving, the light of jade pot is turning, and the fish and dragon dance all night. It is so beautiful and profound. It is actually better than the last sentence.  Even better, who must have written this poem, and what kind of beautiful scenery he saw, to be able to sigh like this." Mo Xifeng kept praising him, as if he wanted to get to know this person.

    Weizi couldn't help but twitch her lips. Could she tell the impulsive Prince Mo that he was already dead, or that he hadn't appeared yet?

    Xie Junxian was obviously suspected of joining in the fun, and he kept saying yes, and said to the mast: "Young madam, I don't know where you heard this poem, but you know who the author is. I'm afraid such a person should be the best in this world."  It is a masterpiece of writing and should be admired by scholars all over the world."

    Wei Zi had already made mental preparations, so when asked by Xie Junxian, he just said apologetically: "To be honest, Wei Zi accidentally heard this poem after someone pointed it out, but later Wei Zi  Because I have never seen this person, I¡¯m afraid I don¡¯t know whether he is still alive or not.¡±

    Xie Junxian was a little regretful after hearing this. If this person existed in the world, there would be more excellent and famous manuscripts published in the world, and he would be a model for literati in the world.

    Mo Xifeng also sighed a little, looked at the mast and said: "Young Madam, I wonder if you would mind spreading these poems."

    Weizi smiled and shook his head, saying: "If the prince feels that there is merit in these poems, thenThen he picked two more dishes and put them on the plate in front of Yuzi.

    He said softly: "I don't know the taste of the young lady yet, but these are usually what the lady likes. So I chose two things for the young lady according to the taste of the master. The young lady tastes them. If you don't like them, I will change them."  .¡±

    After hearing Zhuyi's words, Weizi glanced at Zhuyi meaningfully, and then stared at the plate in front of him, with a trace of unknown meaning flashing in his eyes.

    In Zhuyi's surprised gaze, Yizi pushed the plate in front of him and the pair of old four-curved ivory-covered gold chopsticks in front of Zhuyi's eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Miss Zhuyi has worked hard for a long time, this plate is something  Just give it to Miss Zhuyi for use."

    Having said this, Weizi paused for a moment, glanced at the soft and cowardly meatballs on the plate, and said with a meaningful smile: "I think these meatballs are good. Since Miss Zhuyi knows that her mother likes to use them, she wants to come to Zhuyi  The girl herself has tasted it, so I just borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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