Ever since they got married, she seemed to have never looked at it so carefully and carefully.
The wind leaves are swaying on the lake, and the duckweeds are floating lightly.
Some things are going to happen after all, and a person’s life is like this duckweed stalk, and he never knows where he’s going.
Gently pick a maple leaf from the tree. The leaf stretches out from the petiole, like a palm, and the shape of the entire leaf is like a heart.
Let go of your green and green fingers, and the leaves covered with light spring sorrow will go with the wind.
At this time, in her home, Chen Chang was already getting ready to undress and go to bed under Xiao Yuer's service.
The life of eating soft rice is so willful.
"Uncle, there is something on your head. My maid will help you take it off." Xiao Yu'er said softly.
"Oh."
"What?"
"The leaves are so green..." The little girl's eyes were shining brightly as she stared at the leaf.
"Uh..."
Shan Teng also came to participate in the poetry meeting today. It was more about hunting for beauty than arty. Not only the famous prostitutes from brothels, but also ladies and ladies from various houses came to participate in the poetry meeting today, which was a great benefit to him.
opportunities.
"Young Master Shan, you are well and well!"
A fat scholar crossed his arms and saluted. It was the scholar named Wang who had just chatted with He Baichuan. If Chen Chang were here, he must also know this person.
Shan Teng returned the gift, his eyes constantly wandering around.
"Who are Mr. Shan looking for?" Wang Shusheng asked knowingly.
"Oh, I have a few friends who also said they would come, but they haven't been found until now." Shan Teng kept his eyes open and told lies. Anyway, he has done this kind of thing so much that he didn't even see the blush at all, "Wow
Brother, it seems like you are still running for a living now?"
Although Shusheng Wang's robe is neat, it is very old, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is living in embarrassment.
Dan Teng's meaning is very clear, we are not on the same level.
Wang Shusheng's face turned red and he said: "Brother Shan is laughing. I did find a good job a few days ago, but I missed it by mistake..."
This incident still feels particularly pity when I think about it. That day, the West City Defense Chief led his troops to suddenly arrive, which caused a commotion among people. He was tripped and stepped on many feet, and there were three or four shoes printed on his face.
Yin Zhi, the internal organs are almost displaced.
Not counting these, the most unlucky thing was that he was caught by the soldiers and imprisoned for three full days before he was freed. Even though he was not punished, the life in the prison was really not what people should live, and he was almost exhausted after being there.
It stinks.
During this period of time, my intestines were almost full of regret. If I hadn’t dragged the scholar to compete that day, the errand of the five monthly exams would have fallen on his head long ago, and he would still have to suffer this crime. After he was released from prison, he also
I asked about this, but the scene was so chaotic that no one knew who had this huge pie falling on.
In my mind, I went through the ten people who participated in the competition one by one, and I always felt that the dark and thin scholar was the most likely. However, the two of them met by chance just now, and after asking, I found out that that person was not selected either.
This is strange.
However, Scholar Wang also thought that in such a chaotic scene, the matter would probably be dropped. So, he decided to go to the square the next day to try his luck.
Although Shan Teng had no intention of chatting with him, what Wang Shusheng said was somewhat interesting, so he asked: "Do you know which house is recruiting family members?"
Wang Shusheng shook his head: "My family didn't tell me who they were that day. I asked a few people and I thought they were very unfamiliar."
Shan Tengden felt that there was no need to talk anymore, so he just walked away. Suddenly he remembered something and stopped again: "Brother Wang, I have a business, I wonder if Brother Wang is interested?"
Scholar Wang was living in poverty, so he immediately became interested.
Shan Teng whispered in his ear, and Scholar Wang's eyes narrowed slightly at first, then gradually widened, and finally widened, and he said in surprise: "Brother Shan, do you really mean what you just said?"<
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Dan Teng shook his head and said with an unhappy expression: "Brother Wang, I, Shan Teng, have always kept my word. You and I have only been friends for a year and a half. Don't you know my character?"
"Trust it, trust it!" Wang Shusheng nodded apologetically. The conditions offered by Shan Teng were too tempting. He could get two pieces of money for nothing with almost no effort. It was like pie in the sky. "Brother Shan, I'll leave this matter to you."
Leave it to me."
Shan Teng crossed his arms and said, "I'll just wait for the good news."
He Baichuan has always been the focus of poetry gatherings, and today is no exception.
However, every word in today's poem is full of melancholy, and it has been unanimously praised by princes, grandsons, ladies and ladies, especially the girl who followed He Baichuan, who was fascinated by it.
Before other people's poems were displayed, someone came to congratulate them: "Congratulations, brother, you are so talented, I'm afraid I'm going to win the first prize tonight with this poem!"
He Baichuan smiled faintly. He had absolute confidence in writing poetry.
Although he was frustrated in love, his talented poems were praised by others, just like a famous flower blooming suddenly, attracting bees and butterflies, and his face was so happy that his face lit up.
Surrounded by everyone, he took his seat in the hall and drank three glasses of wine. Just as he was about to speak, someone tapped his palm three times, and the curtains on both sides of the room suddenly opened wide.
A group of young women, all dressed in green smoked sweaters, pleated skirts with mist and green grass, and thin veils of green water, surrounded by beautiful clouds, swaying with jingling steps, waving five-stringed strings, and watching the eyes.
As he danced out, everyone in the hall suddenly became quiet and listened to the singer singing "Song of Resentment" that he had just composed.
"The bright moon shines on the high building. The stream of light is wandering. There is a sad and longing woman above. She is lamenting and lamenting. May I ask who is sighing? Since the clouds have been separated from my wife, my husband has been together for about ten years. I often live alone. I miss you too much. I miss you so much.
Hungry. You make a mountain cypress..."
As soon as the singing stopped, everyone immediately applauded and praised. A young man in white clothes in the crowd sighed: "It's so beautiful! I wonder which celebrity wrote it?"
Next to him, an old man in Xuanyi who was about sixty years old smiled and pointed at He Baichuan who was leaning on a table near the door and said: "He Langjun!"
Everyone looked around and saw that He Baichuan was dressed in a green shirt, with red lips and white teeth, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, like a jade tree in the wind. He was a standard handsome man.
The audience members praised themselves and pretended to be humble, crossing their hands and saying: "How dare I receive a gold medal for my humble work and teach me!"
Although he was proud in his heart, he looked around and saw no trace of Lou Qingyi, which made him feel very disappointed.
Everyone didn't know it, but seeing that he was humble and polite, their good impressions increased. Then the old man whispered something to the young man in white. He Baichuan looked around and saw the young man in white, wearing a scarf and a Confucian shirt, with a face like a crown of jade, and a handsome appearance. Xuanang.
He Baichuan was almost never absent from Jiangling's large and small poetry gatherings, but this person looked familiar. However, the old man in black clothes did look familiar, it was Jiangling who ordered Shen Shen.
This man was highly regarded by scholars for his profound academic knowledge and his exposition of classics. He was highly relied upon during the reign of Emperor Gaozu and Emperor Yuan. Seeing that Zhong Zhong was extremely respectful to the young man in white, He Baichuan could not help but guess his identity.
This chapter has been completed!