"Yun Shen?" Ye Wuyang came gently, Yun Shen heard the sound and looked over, his slightly frowning brows, and the movements of his hands happened to meet Ye Wuyang's eyes.
"Do you feel better? Go to bed and lie down." Ye Wuyang said in a concerned tone. He glanced at the rice paper that was spread upside down on the table.
Yun Shen got up, said apologetically, and walked towards the bed, during which time he replied: "Thank you father for your concern, I'm much better now."
Ye Wuyang nodded, covered him with a quilt, returned to the desk and asked: "What's on the desk, I'm afraid that my father will see it, is it a letter written by your little beauty?"
Yun Shen blushed slightly, coughed, and said awkwardly, "Father, Si Ming is a man."
"Yeah." Ye Wuyang paused, and said, "Young and frivolous, I don't blame you for being a father."
Ye Wuyang picked up the rice paper and saw the adapted version of "Quiet Night Thoughts".
Because of the positional relationship between the two, Ye Wuyang's back was facing Yun Shen, but the weak reaction of Ye Wuyang's body for a moment was enough for Yun Shen.
"Yun Shen, this poem is concise in words, but extremely talented." Ye Wuyang turned around, with just the right expression of appreciation on her face: "I don't think you still have such talent."
Yun Shen smiled slightly, with a youthful smile in his eyes: "It's not my work, it's a classmate who read it together. I also think the mood of this poem is very good. It's difficult for the poet who wrote it to ask me to cultivate goodness."
"The sentence in the couplet says, 'It's like frost on the ground.', my father thinks there is still room for diligence and cultivation." Ye Wuyang put down the rice paper, walked towards Yunshen, and sat on the low stool in front of his bed.
After Yun Shen listened carefully, he thought for a while: "Indeed, when my father said this, I also felt that it was inconsistent. It seemed that the two words were too frivolous and inconsistent with the simple style of the whole poem. What did my father think it should be changed to?" Woolen cloth?"
"Well, how about changing it to 'Suspected'?" Ye Wuyang said seriously, and Ye Yunshen suddenly realized that he agreed, and by the way, he flattered Ye Wuyang.
No. 2 was bored, looking at the master's acting skills, he was amazed, Yun Shen said, why didn't Li Bai mention the suspicion, this is psychology.
Ye Wuyang asked again: "How does Yun Shen feel about this poet?"
"Although I am in a foreign land and facing difficulties, my heart is like a bright moon, and I don't have much to gain. Talent is also good." Yun Shen said, the blush on his face looked shy under the candlelight.
Ye Wuyang squinted his eyes to hide the deep meaning in his eyes, and joked: "This person is so good, he must also look good?"
"It's very pretty." Yun Shen said without thinking, and after seeing Ye Wuyang's low smile, he quickly added: "But the appearance is just a skin, the most important thing is a pure and sincere heart .¡±
"That's right, the heart of this poet is like a bright moon, isn't he a clean heart?" Ye Wuyang teased, seeing Yun Shen's face flushed, he laughed out loud.
Yun Shen turned his face away and didn't want to talk anymore, so Ye Wuyang chatted about something else.
"Yun Shen, on the day of my father's thirtieth birthday, I plan to entertain the courtiers, but I will rectify your name." After Ye Wuyang said, Yun Shen immediately understood, and replied: "Father, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of myself before attending the ceremony." .¡±
"Well, you don't have to feel pressured, but seeing that the snow has been getting a lot these days, don't go to the palace." Ye Wuyang's words followed Ye Yunshen's intentions, and Shui Yuan was also there. Every second was a crisis, but Yun Shen couldn't see anything else from his regretful expression.
Before leaving, Ye Wuyang saw Yun Shen's slanted quilt, leaned over to help him cover it, and then left.
As soon as he bent down, the pink hickey under his neck shyly ran out of his collar.
Yun Shen is a little confused, developing so fast?
There are various indications that Ye Wuyang is definitely not from the Yuantu interface!
As for other possibilities, for example, whether Ye Wuyang is the same Shuiyuan or one of the abnormal souls, Yun Shen has always been cautious and dare not make a judgment.
Author: There is so much snow in Xi'an, the snow on the ground is already seven or eight centimeters thick, buried to the top of the boots, and the cold-colored street lights flicker on it. The hospital stayed overnight and was about to go home, shivering from the cold, reminding the officer to keep warm. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com