Phoenix's flower arrangement skills are beyond words. If you put a vase of flowers she arranged at home, you will be in a good mood all day. The art of flower arrangement, like calligraphy and painting, is not a problem for ordinary people to get started as long as they are willing to work hard, but to achieve proficiency, you need talent. My wife obviously does not have talent in this area. She does not have talent in many aspects. As the saying goes, when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you. For my wife, God opened a door for her and closed several windows by the way. My wife and Mu'er went out to worship the gods with the old lady today, and they should not be back until the evening. In the afternoon, Li Nuo and Wu Guanjia went out and bought a few gifts with the money he earned. There is a pair of bracelets for Mu'er and Ning'er, one for each sister, so that they don't fight for it.
I bought a pearl hairpin for my wife. Although she is not short of jewelry, she rarely wears bracelets, earrings, necklaces, etc. Only the hairpin must be used every day. He also bought an inkstone for his father. When he went to Dali Temple last time, he saw that his inkstone was already very worn out. In addition, he also replaced a new jade pipe for Wu Guanjia. He usually liked to smoke a few puffs when he was bored waiting for him. In the afternoon, Muer and his wife came back. Li Nuo gave the pair of bracelets to Muer and said, "These two bracelets, one for you and one for Ning'er." Although he didn't give them to Ning'er personally, he didn't worry that Mu'er would keep them for himself. Li Nuo understood the twins' minds very well. They didn't have a strong possessiveness. If there were two identical things, the two sisters would be happy to share. What they were afraid of was that if there was only one, the elder sister had it but the younger sister didn't, and the younger sister had it but the elder sister didn't. In this case, there would definitely be a quarrel. If Ning'er hadn't been unable to beat Mu'er, they might have fought after a quarrel. He handed the pearl flower to Song Jiaren and said, "This is for you." Song Jiaren took the pearl flower silently and said softly, "Thank you." She looked at a new vase of flowers on the table. Li Nuo said by the way, "These gifts were bought with the money from selling poems. Ten poems were sold for one thousand taels of silver. Miss Fenghuang was really generous, so later I gave her a fu for free. In return, she gave us a vase of flowers..." In order to avoid misunderstandings in the future, he chose to explain in advance. Sincerity is always invincible. He had copied the poems and fu for Fenghuang, and handed them to his wife, saying, "Miss Fenghuang's hobby is really strange. She likes others to write poems to praise her... By the way, do you want to take a look at these poems?" After Song Jiaren took it, she flipped through it meaningfully. In fact, she couldn't tell whether these poems were good or not. She didn't even recognize some of the words. She just felt that the sentences he wrote were very beautiful and rhythmic to read. As for the content of the lyrics, she could see that they were all praising the beauty of women.
But she was not envious or jealous at all. These were all vulgar lyrics, written for prostitutes--Song Yu said so. She would not accept such lyrics even if they were given to her. Besides, these were not given to others, and the silver exchanged for them became beautiful pearls in her hands. The last one was a fu called "Feng Qiu Huang"--what is a fu? This fu did not look so vulgar, but why was there a "xi" after each sentence, as if to make up the word count, could this be considered a poem? Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm a little sleepy... She closed the booklet in her hand and said, "Rest early." As Li Nuo expected, with his culture, he couldn't understand whether this fu was good or not. However, it didn't matter if he couldn't understand it. One failure makes one wiser. He just wanted her to know that giving these fu to Fenghuang only had skills, not feelings, in order to make money to buy her gifts, so as to avoid her misunderstanding in the future. This is called avoiding risks in advance. He made an appointment with his wife to ride horses the next day. After breakfast, they went out together. When getting on the carriage, Li Nuo looked at her more. She was wearing the new pearl flower on her head. Wu Guanjia drove the carriage and soon arrived at the horse farm of Yunmeng Academy. The last time he came to the horse farm was a month ago. Compared with that time, the horse farm today is much busier. Perhaps because the imperial examination is getting closer, more and more students come to the horse farm to practice the imperial examination. Long queues have formed in front of several carriage tracks. Judging from the length of the queue, if you want to practice the five imperial examinations once, you have to queue for at least an hour. Fortunately, Li Nuo is not here to practice driving, and there are relatively fewer people on the grassland next to him. After more than a month of not practicing, his riding skills have regressed a little. He rode the horse slowly around the horse farm for a few circles. When he slowly increased the speed, his body began to shake violently. At this time, a figure fell from the sky and landed behind him. This scene stunned everyone on the horse farm. Who is this person? He has such poor riding skills, but he is accompanied by a beautiful woman with great strength. He is simply envied by others. In the crowd, someone recognized the woman and said in surprise: "Isn't that the tigress of the Song family? I haven't seen her for several years. She has grown so beautiful!"
Another person said: "Are you talking about Song Jiaren? She was beautiful before, but girls change a lot when they grow up. She is more beautiful as she grows up..." "She is beautiful, but she is still not big enough." "That man should be her husband." "Nonsense, how could she ride a horse with another man?" "I can't believe that someone dares to marry her. He has never been beaten!" ... Song Jiaren looked back and the others scattered immediately. Hiding far away, the former generals felt a little emotional when they saw Song Jiaren today. The peerless beauty who was riding on the horse and gently taught the man to ride a horse was once a shadow of their childhood. Song Jiaren, who was ten years old, had already defeated the invincible generals. Back then, more than a dozen of them joined forces to take revenge, but were beaten to the ground by her. Unexpectedly, the tigress also had such a gentle side. Putting aside the grudges of the past, from an impartial perspective, she was of course an absolute beauty, and the most important thing was that she was still so strong. Being her husband must be very safe. With his wife right behind him, Li Nuo certainly felt very safe. He wanted to ride for a while longer, but there were too many people in the horse farm today. The two of them rode on the same horse, and soon, they attracted many people's attention. The lady was shy and might not be used to such occasions. So he took the initiative to go home to practice archery. On the way back to the Song Mansion, Li Nuo passed by several shops and bought some fine rice paper, some paints, and a zither. The paints that the lady bought last time were almost used up. He had been using Song Yu's zither. Although Song Yu had little hope of passing the imperial examination, he still had to practice music and couldn't always occupy his things. The carriage was full of things, and it seemed crowded. Anyway, it was not far from the Song Mansion, so the two got off the carriage and walked back. Li Nuo and Li An Ning often took walks, but this was the first time with the lady. Of course, she couldn't hold his hand like Li An Ning did. Although this sounded a bit strange, their relationship had not yet developed to that point. The two walked side by side, and the backs of their hands always touched each other inadvertently. It was very troublesome to touch each other. At a certain moment, when the two hands touched again, Li Nuo stretched out his palm and held her hand. Her hands were soft and boneless. Although she often practiced sword, she had no calluses. She was smooth and delicate, but a little cold.
Song Jiaren's arm swing was stiff for a moment, and the next moment it returned to normal, allowing Li Nuo to hold her hand. Neither of them said anything, everything happened naturally. Although military advisor Li Anning was not by his side. But her words have been guiding Li Nuo. Step by step, love grows over time, the goal of holding hands has been achieved, what should be done next... At this time, several figures hurried past them. "I heard that Yuyin Pavilion has released a new song." "It seems to be called "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", which is said to be quite good..." "The song is average, but the fu is well written, with a lot of ancient charm. It should be the best love fu in ancient and modern times. I don't know who wrote it, and when did Chang'an have such a person..." "Needless to say, he must be the pursuer of Miss Fenghuang!" "Isn't Miss Fenghuang the woman of the son of the Dali Temple? Who dares to write such a fu to confess to her? Don't want to live?" "Maybe it's him. I heard that he is also quite talented in poetry..." ... Li Nuo looked at the backs of the two people leaving. Some people in Chang'an are obviously bored. This rumor was so long ago, and it is still spreading. Li Nuo was still worried that the lady would be angry again, but she didn't let go or shake off his hand. Fortunately, he had foresight. "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" has been shown to the lady, and the pearl flower on her head was exchanged for this fu. Although the lady is stingy, she is very reasonable. Because of this matter, she was already angry last time. It is not reasonable to be angry twice for the same thing. Besides, she is in the realm of controlling things, and she can see with her own eyes whether he and Fenghuang are innocent or not. He doesn't need to explain. Song Jiaren turned to look at Li Nuo as if she didn't hear the last few words, and asked: "Isn't "Feng Qiu Huang" a fu? How did it become a song?" Li Nuo explained: "Poems and fu have their own rhythms. They can be made into songs and can also be sung..." Song Jiaren showed an interested expression on her face and said: "Then let's go and listen to it..."