Su Chen led Xu Qingwan into the study, and the latter followed in with a bright look. As the saying goes, women's boudoir and men's study are the places where friends of the opposite sex are most interested.

A talented woman like Xu Qingwan is well-educated, with beauty and wisdom coexisting. She has long admired Su Chen's talent and learning. She visited the mansion early today, just to communicate more and learn more about the situation of Su Chen, a mysterious talented man, and the little things in his daily life. The study room is what she yearns for the most.

Xu Qingwan walked into the Su Mansion study room and stood there gracefully, looking at the bookshelf, bookcase, desk in the house carefully, and her expression gradually became strange because she did not have the thousands of books she had imagined, and there were books hanging with calligraphy and paintings everywhere.

The furniture in the house was brand new, and they were all purchased by Bai Susu a few days ago. The Su family’s collection was indeed a bit lonely, but most of them were sold by the real Su Chen, so there were very few Su Mansion books, which resulted in the relatively empty book. There were only a few sets of old medical books and the Analects of Confucius. Perhaps because of the dilapidated relationship and popular books, they were not dealt with.

"This..." Xu Qingwan showed hesitation. Where is Su Caizi's collection of books?

Su Chen walked up and looked at the quiet and stunned Xu Cainu, with a hint of appreciation.

Today, Xu Qingwan is wearing a long dress with blue sky and white skin. She looks even more beautiful and charming against the light green collar. Her shiny black hair is wrapped in a beautiful bun on top of her head, and a jade hairpin is crossed over it. Her emerald color is clear and her hair is draped behind her head and reaches her waist.

His facial features are delicate, his cheeks are white, his eyes are full of aura under his long eyelashes, his nose is straight, his red lips are moist, his dimples are charming, his whole temperament is transcendent, and he has a quiet and elegant bookish atmosphere, as if he is walking out of the picture of a lady on the wall.

The ancients said: The so-called beauty should take flowers as their appearance, birds as their sound, moon as their god, jade as their bones, ice and snow as their skin, autumn water as their posture, and poetry as their hearts; this standard requires extremely high standards, how many women in the mortal world can get such evaluations.

But Xu Qingwan is just rightly known as such a "classical beauty". Her flower appearance, moon appearance, snowy skin, jade bones, her mouth is not touched but contains elixir, her eyebrows are not painted but are green, and her temperament is extremely dusty. If she stands among the flowers, the flowers will be a little sad.

At this time, Xu Qingwan had come to her senses. Yingying walked towards Su Chen's desk and saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone displayed on the table. Many rice papers had handwritings and stacked together according to different types.

This is what Xu Qingwan is most interested in. She looked back at Su Chen, and Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Can Qingwan read the word volume on this table?"

Su Chen thought that there was nothing secret, so he nodded slightly and said, "Yes!"

Xu Qingwan picked up a piece of paper and looked at the familiar brush fonts on it. She had copied it many times at home and gradually mastered the key points of this writing, but when she saw the original work, she was still a little excited.

"Is this the dramatic script of the West Chamber?"

Su Chen nodded and said, "Well, the script after the West Chamber is about to end."

"Oh, then I'll have a sneak peek." Xu Qingwan smiled slightly, looking at the seventeenth and eighteenth chapters of the West Chamber above, the plot was ups and downs, the words were beautiful, and the characters were vivid. While she was watching, the expression on her face also frowned and sometimes surprised, changing with the plot.

After watching the content of this drama, even Xu Qingwan was a little admired. Such ups and downs, such character portrayals, and rhetoric styles were indeed rare. Although she was a talented woman, she never thought that she could write stories and express them like this.

"It's so touching, and it's still a short time to end. Will Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying be together?"

"Well, lovers will finally get married!"

Xu Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. There are some stories about talented men and beautiful women in the Tang Dynasty legend, but they are all very short and are definitely not as twists and turns as they are like this. Many obstacles make people worry about seeing the ending twice as soon as possible."

Su Chen smiled and said, "Watching the drama... It's too early to spoil the ending, and it's meaningless. You'd better not ask too much. You'd like to go to Xiangyun Pavilion to watch the show yourself, and you'll feel more at the scene."

"This is the first time I heard this statement." Xu Qingwan murmured and picked up a few more pieces of paper with a few poems on it.

She gently recited to one of the songs "Domestic Love Flowers": "I dreamed of entering the smoke and water roads in the south of the Yangtze River, and I walked all over the south of the Yangtze River, and I did not meet the people who left behind. I had no place to talk about the soul when I was sleeping, and I felt sad and misunderstood. I wanted to write this love letter, and the floating geese fell on the fish, but there was no evidence. But I leaned on the slow strings and sang the parting, and broke the Qin zheng pillar and broke the heart."

After reading it, my eyes lit up. I felt the new lyrics in my hand. I had never heard of it. It must be Su Chen's new work. It vividly wrote the misty rain in Jiangnan and the longing for Yiren, which deeply infected Xu Cainu.

Xu Qingwan sighed: "This Butterfly Love Flower is the new work of Mr. Su, and it is not much inferior to the previous Butterfly Love Flower."

Su Chen thought to himself that he saw that it was always raining outside the day before yesterday and was bored in the study. He thought of Yan Jidao's Song lyrics about Jiangnan, among which the sentence "Dream into the smoke and water road in Jiangnan" is the most familiar.

Xu Qingwan was still praising the words: "Dreams are like misty roads in the south of the Yangtze River. When you walk all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, you will never meet someone who has parted. The beginning of these sentences in the first stanza is really wonderful!"

Su Chen curled a smile on his lips and asked, "There is an allusion here. I wonder if Miss Xu has ever recognized it?"

"There is an allusion?" Xu Cainu murmured to the reader's sentence. After a long time, he suddenly spoke: "But the poem "Spring Dream" of Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty was introduced: The spring breeze in the bridal chamber last night, and the old friend was still separated by the Xiangjiang River. When I was on the pillow, I walked thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River."

Although Cen Shen's poem contains both spring dreams and bridal chambers, it is actually not an ambiguous poem.

The general idea is: Last night, the spring breeze blew into the deep dormitory, which made people realize that it was spring, so I remembered the beautiful man far away on the bank of Xiangjiang River. I fell into a deep dream without realizing it. In the dream, I had only taken a moment to walk thousands of miles to reach Jiangnan.

If you don’t understand the inner meaning of the poem, it is easy to make people think a lot.

When Su Chen heard her praise her, he also whispered to each other in business, "I am a talented woman. I can see through the allusions in the poem at a glance."

"Don't make fun of Qingwan. Who dares to be talented in front of Mr. Su?" Xu Qingwan smiled faintly, and then asked curiously: "This is a poem about missing someone. Are you missing a girl?"

Su Chen shook his head, saying that he was just memorizing words and writing, so he was not so real sentimental!

When Xu Qingwan saw that he didn't answer, she thought there was something unspeakable. In her eyes, only a talented man who had experienced emotional torture and stories could write such exquisite, philosophical and artistic poetry.

"His heart must be miserable, and his feelings must be very rich..." Xu Qingwan guessed in her heart, curious about his past.
Chapter completed!