noffsinger Chapter 119 Sir, my lady wants to talk to you
Chapter 119 Sir, my lady wants to talk to you
Liu Zhao and the other man had just walked a short distance when a woman's voice suddenly came from behind them.
"Sir, please stay!"
Liu Zhao turned around and saw Deng Hui, who had just been sitting with Deng Yi taking notes.
"What's wrong with the girl?"
"My young lady wants to talk to you, sir! Would you be so kind as to do me the honor?"
"Your young lady, Deng Yi? Talk to me?"
Liu Zhao was a little confused. He fell in love with him already?
How to do?
To go or not to go?
What if that lady is really not good-looking? Wouldn’t that be bullshit?
"Yes, sir, are you unwilling to do me the honor?"
"No! It's just that I'm not very knowledgeable and I'm afraid I've spoiled your young lady's fun!"
Liu Zhao made up his mind and thought, it’s no big deal to just take a look!
"Sir, you are too modest. My young lady said that the poem you just wrote is truly a masterpiece, so she wanted to talk to you!"
“Of course it’s an excellent work!”
Liu Zhao complained in his heart.
"Let's go then!"
Anyway, idle is idle.
"Brother, what about me?"
Seeing that Liu Zhao was about to leave, Ma Zhuang certainly didn't dare to follow him casually.
"My brother will go with me!" With Ma Zhuang following him, he did feel safe.
"Well, please, sir!"
The two of them followed the little girl back.
It's just a different route!
Walked a short distance and entered through another door.
The cobblestone path took several turns.
"Sir, please have some tea here!"
The little girl greeted Ma Zhuang.
Ma Zhuang looked at Liu Zhao.
Liu Zhao nodded, and Ma Zhuang had to go in and have tea by himself.
Liu Zhao followed the little girl and walked forward another corner before arriving at the door of a room.
"Miss, the young master is here!"
"Please come in, sir!"
It was Deng Yi's voice.
The voice was so nice that Liu Zhaolue felt a little embarrassed.
"Master, please!"
The little girl opened the door, lifted the curtain and let Liu Zhao in.
A faint fragrance wafted from the room, and Liu Zhao immediately felt refreshed.
There were not many candles lit inside, so the light was not particularly bright.
The plot is exactly the same as on TV, so it can be said that TV is based on reality.
Deng Yi really had his back to the door, leaving Liu Zhao with only his back.
"Miss Deng, excuse me!"
Liu Zhao walked in and stopped three steps away from Deng Yi.
Deng Yi turned around and said, "Sir, please take a seat!"
Liu Zhao saw that she was still wearing a veil and was really curious about what kind of face was underneath the veil.
"Thank you!"
Instead, he sat down on the stool next to him.
"Sir, please have some tea!"
Deng Yi made tea himself, poured it into a small teacup and handed it to Liu Zhao.
Liu Zhao looked at the slender jade fingers and felt a little nervous.
"This tea is Biluochun from my hometown. What do you think, sir?"
"It smells so good!" Liu Zhao loved drinking the best Biluochun.
It tastes really good, similar to what I drink in modern society.
But the aroma is more intense.
"I have some questions about the poem you just wrote, so I ask you to come back and answer them. I hope you can atone for your sins!"
"You're welcome, Miss!"
Liu Zhao felt a little nervous, wondering what questions would be asked.
But then I thought, I don’t have to marry her, so why should I worry!
Talk nonsense all you want!
Even if he is really ugly, can he still blame himself for it?
"I wonder who the Zhuangzi and King Wangdi mentioned in your poem are referring to?"
"Zhuang Sheng and Wang Di are allusions I read in ancient books! My poetry skills are not very high, so I quoted them casually."
Lying is just nonsense.
If Li Shangyin knew this, he would have flipped over his coffin lid.
"So that's how it is! I'm so uneducated that I haven't even read about it in ancient books. Could you please remind me?"
"This!" Liu Zhao was really stumped and said stiffly, "Zhuang Sheng comes from a book called 'Zhuangzi', and Wang Di is a folk legend from my hometown!"
"Zhuangzi, can you please bring this book with you, sir?"
Deng Yi is pressing forward step by step!
“I never brought it!”
Liu Zhao was very embarrassed. He had actually never read Zhuangzi. He just knew that the story of Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly came from this book.
It was impossible to bring myself to take out the book!
"If you return home someday, could you please bring this book with you and let me read it?"
"Yes, but I don't know if I can find it!"
Liu Zhao didn't dare to say it too confidently.
"That's fine. If I can't find it, then it means I'm not destined to be with you. So forget it!"
Deng Yi said softly.
"In the poem you just wrote, there's a line saying 'This feeling can be recalled,' but it was already gone by then!"
"Yes!" Liu Zhao answered straightforwardly.
Deng Yi sighed softly, "There seems to be some melancholy in your poem, sir. Could you please share it with me?"
"There are so many questions!" Liu Zhao felt overwhelmed!
"I used to have a girl I liked, and we often read and sang together, but later!"
This is true. My first love Yang Sisi and I did study and sing together in high school.
"Then, what happened next?"
"Later!" Liu Zhao had to pretend to be cool and sighed.
"Then she fell ill and died!"
This is indeed true. Yang Sisi later developed lupus erythematosus and could not bear the torture, so she took her own life.
Liu Zhao sometimes wondered if his life would have changed if Yang Sisi hadn't passed away.
"Ah! He died of illness? How could he die at such a young age?" Deng Yi was a little surprised.
"Alas! Life is unpredictable, no one can predict it!"
"Then she must be a smart, beautiful and sentimental girl!" Deng Yi said quietly.
"Yeah! What a shame!"
"Does the young master miss her all the time?"
"Yes!" Liu Zhao had no choice but to give an affirmative answer.
"Did the young master compose any other poems when he missed her? I am looking forward to it!"
"Others?" Liu Zhao was a little confused. This Miss Deng is amazing!
I have to be cautious at every step. I can't pretend anymore!
My mind raced as I quickly recalled the love poems I had memorized from elementary school to college.
Fortunately, my Chinese teacher during compulsory education was very strict, so I did memorize quite a few poems.
When I was pursuing Yang Sisi, I bought 500 Tang and Song poems and read them, but I couldn't remember many of them completely at this time.
Fortunately, I remember a lot of Liu Yong's lyrics and Li Shangyin's untitled poems.
I can only deal with it. If I can't say a word, it would be too embarrassing!
He said with a stiff upper lip, "I did write some, but I threw them away right after I wrote them and never kept them!"
Find a way out for yourself first.
"How about you please recite a few of the poems you remember?"
It seems that Deng Yi is indeed testing Liu Zhao's level.
“It is hard to meet, and hard to part; the east wind is weak, and the flowers are withered. The silkworm will not stop spinning until it dies, and the candle will not stop shedding tears until it turns to ashes.”
Liu Zhao only remembered the first four sentences and stopped reading there.
Deng Yi picked up the brush and wrote on the paper on the table.
Liu Zhao's heart tightened. Please don't ask me to write it!
I can’t write this traditional Chinese character!