"Yes, it's someone else's. I don't know who it is. It seems to be a poem from the pre-Qin era."

The third master asked her again: "Do you know the meaning of this poem?"

"I probably know a little."

"Speak and listen."

She thought about it again and said to him: "Sun, moon, your light shines on the earth. The man I married no longer comforts me with kind words, but no longer treats me like I used to. Why did things become like this? I don't care about me at all. The sun, moon, the earth is covered with your light. The man I married..."

But I no longer comfort me with kind words, but no longer love me as much as I used to. Why did things become like this? I don’t even think about the relationship between husband and wife at all. The sun and the moon, you rise from the east every day. The person I married no longer comfort me with kind words, but no longer comfort me with kind words. Why did things become like this? Forgot all those unscrupulous actions.

...

"You write one yourself and don't recite other people's poems." Sanye asked.

"I won't."

“…”

"I really can't." She didn't feel ashamed at all.

"Aren't you a talented woman?" One of the four talented women, who can't write poems, seems unreasonable.

The third master seemed a little surprised that she could not write poetry.

"A talented woman must be able to write poetry? I just read a lot of books, and then I can write beautiful good characters and some beautiful paintings. But I am not a versatile person, and I didn't take the exam to write poetry at the beginning."

"Hey, what do you look at me? Do you regret it?" She was unhappy for the time being.

"No." The third master naturally shook his head immediately.

"You have it, you're surprised when you look at me. The Third Master is also a vulgar, and you have to look at people's appearance." She turned around and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"No, it's my fault. I should have taught you to write poetry at the beginning." He sat over and comforted her and said to her, "I will teach you to write poetry in the future." At the beginning, he only taught her to play the piano and guide her to paint... nothing else was left.

He didn't think deeply about it.

Who among the ladies in the boudoir can't write a few poor poems?

"I don't want to learn to write poetry anymore." She has learned a lot of things with all her energy. So far, she is a woman and a mother. She doesn't feel that she needs to learn to write poetry anymore. She is very tired and brain-strapped.

She felt that for the rest of her life, she would raise her children and surround them around them for nothing, and read for them and teach them to write in her spare time.

"This matter is easy to talk about, this matter is easy to talk about." The third master did not say that he would not have to learn it.

~

Because of the daytime incident, she was afraid that the third master would not mention the moon again, so it would be troublesome to let her write poems.

She can only recite poems, but can't write poems.

Even if you know how to do it, you are afraid that what you do will not be as good as the top scorer in the palace examination!

"I'm so tired today, I want to go to bed early."

"You see, it's still early. You went to bed just after eating. Are you not afraid of growing fat? Let's go, let's go." Su Changli had already hugged her and hugged her out.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, the moon is good tonight, right?" After leaving the inn, the third master pointed out to her the moon in the sky.

"Well, it looks quite bright, but it's no different from Beijing, right?"

"Why don't you want to come to see such a bright moon?"

"What do you want?"

"For example, write a poem or something?"

"Oh, I understand." She remembered a poem, brewed her feelings, and recited it with emotion: "The bright moon in front of the bed, I suspected it was frost on the ground. I looked up at the bright moon and thought of my hometown."

"..." Su Changli looked at her: "Is this another poem from someone I recite?"

"Well, these are all poems I learned when I was a few years old, and I still remember them now."

"Do you really know how to write poetry?..." He asked again unwillingly, he was the chief master of the palace examination, and that's right, he was the top scholar in the first article in the palace examination. Although he was good at writing, he never expected his wife to be as good as himself, and to read poetry as he could do whatever he wanted, but Sheng'er could not write poetry and could only recite poetry, so he still didn't believe it.

He watched her grow up, and he knew that she was good at studying. He always thought that she could do everything in singing, singing, painting and painting.

Gu Jinsheng looked at him, his face changed, and his tone was very unhappy: "Master Ge, what's wrong with me not writing poetry? Is it wrong for me not to write poetry? You knew what kind of person I was before you married me. You never took the exam for my poetry exam? I'm all mother and wife now, so you came to write poetry exam again. Isn't it too late?" She was so angry that she turned around and went back.

"..." So the old man discovered that his wife not only knew how to write poetry, but her temper was getting older. She also shook his face and left angry.

There is no need to look at the moon anymore.

Jin Sheng ran back and went to bed.

Su Changli also quickly came over with her, lay down with her, and hugged her: "How angry are you? I didn't say anything."

Gu Jinsheng turned his back and ignored her and kept asking her to write poems. What is it called "I'm not saying anything?"

"Okay, don't be angry." He acted as a kiss and was pushed away by her.

"Are you particularly disappointed because I can't write poetry?" She asked unhappily with her back.

"How could it be? Your man is already excellent enough. If you know everything, how can you let others live? It's a bit flawed and more beautiful."

Gu Jinsheng had already sat up: "Flaws? Do you think it's a flaw that I can't write poetry?"

"No, that's not what I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just a metaphor, a metaphor." When he was a woman, it was really a big trouble, and he had to coax her carefully.

"This metaphor is inappropriate."

"Yes, inappropriate." She said it well. She is his woman and she is right.

"You think of another metaphor."

“…”

"Aren't you the top scorer in the palace examination? Can't you think of an appropriate metaphor? Could it be that your first scorer in the palace examination is fake and you bought it with your connection?"

“…”

"Yes, Sheng'er's head is so smart. You can guess it all, I bought it." All of her words made her say this, and he had to raise his lips to surrender and seal her mouth with a kiss.

She struggled.

"Cooperate, maybe I can give you another son on the way back."

Um...

She cooperated half-swervingly.

She was really moved to create another son.
Chapter completed!