Zhu Yingtai: "Qi people enter Qi Le, and singers come out of Western Qin." Then she refused to let Liang Shanbo pick her up, and said herself: "Pian Pian, my master, is as clever as a god." Liang Shanbo lowered his head and smiled: "My dear brother is praising me, but this is a foul." Zhu Yingtai: "Then let me say it again." She thought carefully: "With Jun Chu When we get married, we have a deep love for each other." Liang Shanbo hesitated and didn't dare to look at Zhu Yingtai: "Huan Ai is on the pillow, and we are in the same quilt." Ma Wencai suddenly appeared like a poisonous mushroom and asked him: "Liang Shanbo, what are you talking about?" Zhu Yingtai said, "We are reciting poems, what are you doing?"
The next day, Zhu Yingtai wrote the manuscript about Zhuang Shanbo, put down the brush and read it several times from beginning to end. Liang Shanbo came in and asked, "Brother Xian, what did you write?" Zhu Yingtai handed the manuscript to Liang Shanbo, and smiled: "After putting on makeup, I asked my husband in a low voice, Huamei Liang Shanbo took the article and glanced at the two lines before he heard Zhu Yingtai calling him husband, and then he choked on his own saliva: "Ahem..." With a small sound, he immediately turned away and blocked the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. When he turned back, his expression had returned to calm. Zhu Yingtai asked: "Why are you choking?" Liang Shanbo: "... Hmm." His voice was still hoarse on this one word, so he immediately cleared his throat: "I have never heard of this poem. It's my dear brother. "Did you write it yourself?" Zhu Yingtai discovered something amazing: "There is something that Brother Liang doesn't know!" He asked his husband in a low voice, "Is there any color in my eyebrows?" Liang Shanbo said, "I will read it first before I reply to you." Then he lowered his head and concentrated on reading the article.
