The love marriage of Bai Yueguang and cinnabar mole

"Okay, okay, write and write!" Gu Feizhou looked disgusted, "Here? You can finish writing it."

Satellite Lake picked up the thrown oil bottle again, continued to talk about it, and said hypocritically: "I don't want it."

When Gu Feizhou saw his appearance, he was angry and funny, and lost his temper immediately.

He walked over and coaxed: "Young Master, don't be angry! Please let me write poetry for you."

Satellite Lake said pitifully: "No."

"Why? I beg you, what else do you want?" Gu Feizhou was quite helpless.

Satellite Lake said aggrievedly: "Look at you! What do you mean by 'I beg you, what else do you want'? What do you want? You are not sincere, not sincere."

Gu Feizhou sighed repeatedly, and kept rubbing his face with his small hands, almost rubbing his face away.

He suddenly thought of something, walked over and pinched Weixinghu's arm, and begged: "King Dali, tell your master, please, let me give it? Let him write a poem."

Hearing this, Weixinghu's eyes were bright, and he tapped the muscles of his upper left arm, "What is he?"

Gu Feizhou said without blinking: "Little stone!"

Satellite Lake patted the outside of his left leg and his right leg again. Now he has short hands and feet, and his whole body is chubby, with no muscle outline visible at all.

But Gu Feizhou also answered correctly: "General! Taohua! Taohua is a gentle girl, I remember it."

The oil bottle hanging on the mouth of Satellite Lake turned into a honey pot. He pursed his lips and snickered, reluctantly saying: "Well, for your sincerity, let you write poems for me."

This? It's down the stairs.

From this day on, Gu Feizhou began to write love poems.

This matter is difficult to say, but it is not difficult. What is so difficult about writing poems for semi-literate people?

It is difficult to say, and it is also very difficult, because semi-literate people do not know what kind of poems they want to read.

In the beginning, Gu Feizhou honestly followed the rhythm and wrote a few Yuefu poems that best met the standard by citing scriptures.

After seeing it, Satellite Lake was not satisfied, and said, "No way! It's too long! I can't understand it! You should write it simpler?! You want it to be eloquent and catchy!"

The first edition was sent back and rewritten.

The second time, Gu Feizhou wrote several five-character poems, and all of them used the most easy-to-understand words with few strokes.

Satellite Lake doesn't know many characters, doesn't understand allusions, and needs short poems.

Five-character poems, twenty characters, should be fine.

Gu Feizhou was thinking about this, but was slapped in the face by Satellite Lake.

Weixinghu exploded his hair for the second time: "No way! It's too short! At that time, you were too drunk, and the poems written by your mother have [-] characters! Why can I only have [-] characters? Words? It's not fair."

Gu Feizhou retorted: "A good poem doesn't care about the number of words, the rhythm pattern, but the artistic conception and content..."

Before finishing speaking, Xingxinghu went on to say: "No! I don't accept it! I don't want the same number of words as your mother's poem!" After finishing speaking, he made the worst request, "I want You rewrite."

Gu Feizhou's heart was full of fire. When he was still the prime minister, he was the only one who denied others. How could anyone brush his face?

He thinks that Satellite Lake has changed, and he will act like a baby when it becomes better.

Is it because this body changed the way of thinking of Satellite Lake?

Gu Feizhou decided to remind Satellite Lake that he is over 50 years old.

At this time, the satellite lake was sitting on a small chair, "ah ah ah ah" vomiting, and his lips trembled naturally with the gas spit out.

Gu Feizhou sighed deeply in his heart, forget it, the hero does not mention the courage of the past.

It is his fault that he is competing with the children now.

The second edition was sent back for rewriting.

The third time, Gu Feizhou changed the five-character poem into a seven-character poem, and was beaten back again.

Weixinghu pouted, put his hands on his hips, and said, "I don't have any memory, I feel ordinary, not at all, it's not shocking, no way."

Gu Feizhou said helplessly: "Then what are you going to do to 'shock the world and weep ghosts and gods'?"

Satellite Lake moved his gaze to the left, "How do I know, this? Shouldn't you be thinking about it?"

If it were someone else, Gu Feizhou would quit.

But he didn't dare to face the satellite lake, after all, he would die if the bear's paw was swung towards him.

The third edition was sent back for rewriting.

Fourth round...

Gu Feizhou came up with an idea? He carefully filled in the two words. The words were exquisite and delicate, which definitely reached the level of natural singing.

He planned to cut it first and then play it, so that some elegant scholars, that is, regular customers of brothels, would help him bring the lyrics over, and let the singers sing.

He originally wanted to spend a sum of money to find such a person, but when he met Ye Ling who was wandering in the street, he thought about it and flattered him insincerely. Ye Ling started to help him with his work.

This? Saved a lot of money.

Those two words quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys, and became a model of love|love between men and women.

Only then did Gu Feizhou say to Satellite Lake, "Look, I wrote those two poems, are you satisfied?"

Satellite Lake said: "Oh, those two songs, I've heard them before, and they seem to be average."

"What kind of mediocrity!" Gu Feizhou's narcissism came up, and he boasted: "Can you? There are not many words that are praised!"

Satellite Lake gave him face, and said along the steps: "I know, but..." He lay on the bed and picked his nostrils, and lazily said: "It just feels... like that kind of word? It doesn't matter if it spreads for a while No, no soul, can’t it? It makes people’s hairs stand on end.”

Gu Feizhou cursed inwardly, "The hairs stand on end? I'll write a eulogy for you!"

In short, the fourth edition was also sent back.

Round five...

Gu Feizhou has been so worried that he hasn't written for seven or eight days, and his hair is going to be scratched and bald.

What he thinks in his mind every day is "what should I write?"This kind of hard work is more serious than when he wanted to reform the imperial examination system.

But still can't write a word.

The weather is getting colder and it's about to snow.

These days, pork knuckles were burned in the kitchen, and Weixinghu ate three of them in one gulp. After eating, he couldn't move, so he lay on the bed and rubbed his belly.

Gu Feizhou looked at the bones of the pig's trotters, his eyes lit up, and he thought about it!

Two days later, Satellite Lake finished training with Wei Yingchen, returned to the house, and found a small box on the table with a piece of paper on it, with the word "gift" written on it.

He opened it and found that it was full of little Wenwan treasures, including his favorite walnuts, gourds, and small corns.

The most special one is a Wenwan pig's trotter, which is exquisitely crafted and feels special when held in the hand.

Satellite Lake is very happy, and my heart is sweet.

He only fell in love with Wenwan when he was getting older. How would others know that this? It must have been given by someone.

Not too early or too late, the gift giver wandered into the house from outside.

Weixinghu put the pig's trotters on his hands, shaking and said, "You made it yourself?"

"No." Gu Feizhou raised his hands, "I don't have the strength to hold the file, so I found it at the best shop. How about it? Do you still like it?"

"I like it." Satellite Lake nodded.

Gu Feizhou pointed to the box and said, "Do you like love poems too?"

Satellite Lake just saw that there was still a piece of paper in the box. When he opened it, a golden light flashed in his eyes.

I saw what was written on the paper, "At noon today, I will eat pork trotters, tamales, salmon with pine nuts... In the evening, I will eat sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried cauliflower, mapo tofu..."

All of his favorite dishes.

"Okay, okay!" Satellite Lake nodded? Nod? Then? Pointed to the last part and said: "You give? I'll add a pig's large intestine to it."

Gu Feizhou took the pen and wrote the pig's intestines on it.

Satellite Lake took the "love poem", looked at it happily, and put it away like a treasure.

Now he is also a man of love poetry!

At the very beginning, Gu Feizhou was not happy seeing that he passed the test, and he was full of thoughts to say to Weixing Lake: "Xing'er, don't blame me for always despising you. You are the only person, and you are the only one who can do such a thing. Every dislike you have is justified."

But when he watched Xingxinghu hold the paper up high, and then hid it like a treasure, the thousand words turned into a doting sigh.

Alas... little fool.

After that? Satellite Lake wears the pig's trotters on his hands every day, and does the pan twice when he has nothing to do.

Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the surface of the pig's trotters had a thin layer of paste!

Gu Feizhou thought it was the discoloration of the wood at first, but after checking again and again, he found that it was grout.

How?No matter how sweaty your hands are, you can't? So you have oily heads, right?

Then one day, Gu Feizhou accidentally saw that Weixinghu was rubbing pig's trotters on both sides of his nose...

People have oil on their noses. In theory, using the nose to pan can indeed produce pulp more than ten times faster than simply panning by hand.

But... for some reason, Gu Feizhou almost vomited.

For the next ten or so days, it was Gu Feizhou's turn not to talk to Satellite Lake.

Satellite Lake also looked confused, "What's the matter? Why didn't you talk to me? I didn't offend you, did I?"

What I got in exchange was just a haughty "huh!"

Now? It's Satellite Lake's turn to review, reflect, and chase after her husband.

Of course, this is all for later.

After the end of autumn? It started to snow, and charcoal basins were placed in the house.

Wei Xiong is already one year old. His appearance is roughly similar to that of Weixinghu, and his personality is also lively and active and he loves to eat. Although he is only one year old, he is already a meatball.

Satellite Lake is now full of daily schedules.

In the morning, I have to do morning exercises with my father, and then? Have breakfast with Gu Feizhou.

That person is afraid of the cold, if he doesn't accompany him, he won't be able to get out of bed, and won't even eat breakfast.

Read and write with Gu Feizhou after breakfast.

At noon and in the afternoon, either go to the palace with Gu Feizhou to see the old lady; or go to the theater with Mrs. Wang and the queen mother.

At night, I finally have a little time to soak my feet and feel comfortable.

He is obviously only a child, but he is busier than he was in his previous life as Duke Ding, who commanded all the soldiers and horses of the country.

After thinking about it, there is only one reason, and that must be because he is too popular.

He told this conclusion to Gu Feizhou, and Gu Feizhou vomited on the spot.

Weixinghu got angry, and jumped out of the barrel without wiping his feet, holding his bear's paws high, and said angrily, "What are you vomiting!"

Gu Feizhou was also soaking his feet, shrunk into a chicken at this time, and said tremblingly: "Stomach is a bit uncomfortable..."

"Hmph!" Satellite Lake sat back and continued to soak his feet, "I didn't say that, I bet, just this? In two days, there must be new invitations to come to me!"

Gu Feizhou scoffed, but dared not speak out.

Unexpectedly, a new invitation came really soon.

The next day, a letter came from the palace, it was an invitation drawn by Yan Wuji himself.

On the screen is a big pond in front of a big house, and there are people taking a bath in it.

The eunuch who delivered the decree said that the emperor invited the young master and Mr. Gu to accompany them to the hot spring villa for the winter.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-06-2021:33:09~2021-06-2121:00:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of my dried fish;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!