When Zhang Jingxiu heard that Chen Lie had another poem, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised. The folding fan in his hand stopped shaking, and opened his bright eyes wide and looked at him in surprise.

She looked at Chen Lie's silly face and was stunned, but was frightened by this strange man. Perhaps she had never seen such a high-yield poet.

Although the imperial examinations were too developed in the Ming Dynasty, all scholars around the world were keen on the Four Books and Five Classics, eight-part articles, and regarded poetry as insignificant paths.

So the status of poetry in the Ming Dynasty was even worse than that of storytelling novels, travel notes, or even higher than that of a Water Margin.

But poetry is difficult after all, and it is not easy to create.

A person can make such a good sentence as "Thousands of hardships and tenacity, but no matter how winds in the east, south, west and north", in his life, is already considered to be indifferent.

I never expected that the person in front of her would take such masterpieces one after another, like a magic trick!

This person...

What a geek.

So Zhang Jingxiu was shocked and looked at Chen Lie with bright eyes. After a long time, he said softly with some anticipation: "Where is the poem?"

Chen Lie was waiting for this sentence. Hearing this, he hurriedly took out the rice paper written in his arms and spread it out on the gorgeous table.

But soon Chen Lie felt something was wrong. He put the inferior rice paper he bought for a few cents in his arms for an afternoon, and it was a little wrinkled.

So Chen Lie hurriedly reached out his hand and pressed it a few times on the wrinkles, but he couldn't press it any longer, making him look very funny.

Even Zhang Kui couldn't stand the awkward scene anymore, so he hurriedly covered his face with his hands and turned his gaze away...

This man is good at writing poetry, but he is too careless and always does some funny behaviors, making people laugh so hard that they can't help but laugh.

Embarrassing.

Miss Zhang couldn't hold it in as she looked sweaty on Chen Lie's forehead. She finally burst into laughter and hurriedly covered her face with a fan.

There was a hint of joy in the air.

Chen Lie's face turned red and he hurriedly pressed the wrinkles. Then, Miss Zhang's bright eyes also fell on the sad and charming poem, and the unsightly magic came into view.

Zhang Jingxiu curled her lips and frowned slightly. She felt that Brother Chen's calligraphy was too terrible. At this level...

It's probably the same as a boy in his teenage years old.

Then Zhang Jingxiu was stunned, her cherry mouth opened slightly, and she couldn't help but chant softly: "The sky is full of frost in ten miles, and her hair is filled with sorrow. She looks alone and only looks at each other to protect each other, only envy the mandarin ducks... not the immortals."

In the small living room, the air instantly quiet.

In an instant.

Time passed by minute by minute, and no one spoke, and time seemed to be frozen. Zhang Jingxiu, the maid with a round face, even Zhang Kui was stunned.

Several people savored the artistic conception of this poem carefully.

As Zhang Jingxiu's eyes were a little confused, the corners of her white mouth opened slightly, pondering, savoring the sadness of the poem, but her pretty face gradually turned red.

The blush gradually spread from her fair face.

Very beautiful.

For a moment, Zhang Jingxiu was so ashamed that she instinctively used a folding fan to cover her face. She was both ashamed, annoyed, and her heart was trembling, and she couldn't help but think about it.

What's this.

Is love poem?

She thought that the poem Chen Lie took out this time was still such a passionate and intense song of a hero, but she never expected that he would actually bring out a love poem.

Although this love poem is very sad and touching.

But……

Zhang Jingxiu's pretty face was a little hot, and she couldn't help but say in shame: "Chen Lie...what are you doing!"

Chen Lie was startled and said quickly: "Hey?"

I don’t do anything, it’s just a poem!

Looking at Miss Zhang who was so embarrassed and angry, Chen Lie spread his hands and looked innocent. He also knew that this poem was given to an unmarried woman. It was really not suitable for a lady from a family. It was too abrupt.

But he had no choice but to suffer. If he suffered a loss, he would suffer because his culture was limited, so he could remember too few poems, so he had to copy one randomly.

Seeing the blush on Miss Zhang's pretty face filled with redness, and it kept red to its crystal-clear little ears, Chen Lie was really afraid that she would turn against her face on the spot.

a long time.

The blush on Miss Zhang's face gradually dissipated, she cleared her throat and said softly: "The poem is good, I have seen it. Although it is a bit erotic, it is better than the sadness."

Chen Lie said again: "I dare not, I dare not."

While talking.

Zhang Jingxiu's pretty face was still hot and burning. After all, she was a reserved and noble woman. After receiving such a sad and beautiful love poem, she couldn't help but be embarrassed and angry.

She was a little restless, so she raised her buttocks and felt hot. She held back her shy and stretched out her white and slender hands, picked up the Yuan blue and white tea cup that she had never drunk on the table, and took a sip.

She whispered again: "Brother Chen, please use tea."

According to the etiquette of drinking tea in this era, when the guests arrive, neither the host nor the guest will serve the tea immediately. Instead, when the host decides to end the topic with the guests, he will pick up the tea cup and invite the guests to drink tea.

If the guests knew what they wanted, they would serve tea and drink water, and then they would take the initiative to say goodbye to avoid each other's embarrassment.

This is called serving tea and sending guests.

Under Zhang Jingxiu's gaze of shame and anger.

Chen Lie responded, carefully picked up the Yuan blue and white tea cup, drank the fragrance of the rain Qianqian Longjing, and then carefully put the tea cup down.

After putting down the teacup, Chen Lie did not say goodbye. Instead, he sat down his butt more firmly. He even lifted his clothes and crossed his legs.

Zhang Jingxiu Ben had already put down the teacup and wanted to wait for Chen Lie to get up and say goodbye, but not only did he not say goodbye, he was careless and refused to leave.

The atmosphere became awkward again.

What should I do if the guest is unfaithful and refuses to say goodbye?

Zhang Jingxiu had never met such an ignorant customer, and was speechless for a moment, so he had to whisper: "Come... to have tea."

The maid standing by the side was also a little dumbfounded, so she had to come over with a teapot and had to renew a cup of tea for the strange guest.

In the quiet living room, the atmosphere was a bit undescribable awkward. Zhang Jingxiu's mouth twitched slightly, and she wanted to speak but stopped, but finally she held back.

You can't drive him away, right?

So a stick of incense passed.

Chen Lie drank three cups of tea in a row, but he had no intention of saying goodbye. Could he not know the etiquette of serving tea and seeing guests? But he couldn't leave before he had borrowed the money.

Chen Lie simply gave up his promise. He wanted to give up his old face and had to borrow the money!

So after a while.

Zhang Jingxiu's pretty face gradually became normal. She looked at the old god's still and seemed to have figured out something.

Finally, Miss Zhang looked at Chen Lie and said curiously: "What else does Brother Chen have to do?"

Chen Lie was waiting for this sentence, gently pushed the poem on the table, then rubbed his hands with a little embarrassed look, and said softly: "Brother Jingxiu, look..."

As he deliberately pulled out a long sound.

Zhang Jingxiu looked at the poem on the table, then looked at the movements of Brother Chen rubbing his hands, and a light of inspiration passed by in her heart.

She seemed to understand something, so she asked tentatively: "Brother Chen's meaning?"

I haven't finished speaking.

Chen Lie hurriedly said, "Oh, by the way, Chen's intention is to transfer this poem to Jingxiu, brother...you can give it three hundred taels."

He was afraid that Zhang Jingxiu would not agree, so he quickly defended himself: "Even if Chen and Jingxiu borrowed this 300 taels, the money would not be borrowed in vain. Chen would pay the profits according to the monthly profit of two cents. Jingxiu borrowed me 300 taels, and a year later... he would pay off the money with the profits."
Chapter completed!