My vocabulary is too limited. If he points to a glass of water and a tree casually, he will give me a question and kill me. I can’t write it.
Hehe, take your time. He got up and called out, Give me a drink.
The maidinwaiting standing outside the door immediately brought the wine jue.
Cai Yong lifted his neck and drank a glass of wine into his stomach.
He said with emotion, The drinks here are still strong enough.
I looked at him stupefied, only to find that I didn’t know if I had prepared wine for my handmaid because of his sign.
Two years ago, the old lady was still desperate in Jiangnan for a whole year or two! He drank another cup of wine and stretched his sleeves to wipe away the traces of the quarrel. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is sparsely populated, but the wine is as sweet as white water. Haha!
Jiangnan?
I finally linked to a poem, and I can’t remember who it is.
Du fu? Or Bai Juyi?
I picked up a halfnew brush, pressed it gently in the inkstone and then waved the ink down.
Jiangnan is good.
The scenery was once familiar.
I can’t manage to keep my wrist steady.
Cai Yong watched me write and leaned in.
The pen tip can be separated as soon as it touches the ink.
Sunrise Jiang bonus wins the fire.
In spring green waves grow as blue as sapphire
How can we call people not miss the south of the Yangtze river?
Chapter 50 Cai Jia
Cai Yong blew his nose loudly.
I threw a brush and was a little dissatisfied with his reaction. Yue Zhang?
Xian Xu’s handwriting … really makes the old man feel distressed. He turned his face away from me to see his expression.
… I stretched out my hand to knead this piece of paper into a ball and never lost this person.
Ahem, aren’t you too impatient? He hurried to stop it, but it was too late. I’m just saying you’re not so stubborn, are you? Are you angry when I say something?
I shook my head. Yuezhang joked about the word little husband today … to tell the truth, it’s already very good … you shouldn’t hit the little husband. You don’t know that I’m a scholar … I also want to write well! But what if there is no talent!
Okay, you have made progress, you have made progress. Cai Yong spread the crumpled paper and pressed it hard, but at this time, the quality of the paper body was poor, and now it can be barely recognized
He gathered up his cuffs, picked up the brush I threw and copied it on another piece.
Look at him. Compared with Cai Yan, he is more professional. Before writing, he breathes and exhales a little, and then he writes without stopping. When I practice guns, I have the same effect.
Men and women always have two feelings when they do things.
The thin old man suddenly gave me a sense of he is at the top of the literary world at the moment of writing.
A total of five columns, a total of 27 words.
Cai Yong dipped a little more ink and wrote a list of fine print on the far left.
Xin Wei Jia Wu Geng Cai Yong recorded a poem by her new husband Ma Chao
Is there a poem name? He asked me sideways.
Ah, ah I quickly answered Recalling Jiangnan
Good topic He nodded slightly, and the pen topic was on the far right.
Yuezhang’s font is beautiful and his pen is vigorous, and it is really good. I rushed to praise him
Cai Yong asked, Is it as bold as writing handsome?
I don’t blush. Write handsome poems with great strength to show everyone’s demeanor.
Cai Yong laughed a face upwards.
I shook my body uncomfortably: I am very skillful in saying this.
My husband seems young and reckless, but he is also quite human. He patted his robe.
Are you complimenting me? I stared at him.
He looked at the little poem stupefied for a long time without saying a word.
I sat there quietly.
Cai Yong finally grew up and shook his head and sighed, I am really old?
My heart is full of nonsense. You are over 60 years old, and your hair is white and white. Isn’t it old?
He pinned the paperweight away from his seat.
I hurried out of the room with him.
Gas suddenly became fresh.
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Mrs Cai, Cai Yan and her daughter are having a good talk.
See Cai Yong led me to come over CAI wenji low melody nowadays a head in the mother’s arms.
I really want to know what her mother told her to make her so shy. Can you teach her some mysterious moves? Although my heart itches, my soninlaw hasn’t really let go and ask her motherinlaw directly.
Are you satisfied that Dad chose this husband for you? Cai Yong took me to sit.
Cai Yan bowed her head and replied, … it’s better.
Is it okay? I gently raised my mouth, and I felt like a good man.
Mrs. Cai laughed. Super son is a handsome man, but he is a hundred times stronger than your father when he was young. Don’t you think it’s good enough?
Cai Yong, I coughed at the same time
This ….. I was also a goodlooking man when I was young. My poems are full of great looks. Everyone recognizes me as Wang Zuocai! He boasted about his glory in those days.
Cai Yan also laughed. My daughter didn’t say that my husband is not good … it’s my mother’s nonsense …
Really? Mrs. Cai moved her daughter. Mother heard that a bride wouldn’t let the groom on the wedding night …