In the Spring and Autumn Period, "singing poems at banquets" and "putting poems on pots" were popular. The form of fighting poems had developed during the Qin and Han Dynasties, which was manifested as chanting poems during the banquet, called "singing harmony in the impromptu".

By the Wei and Jin Dynasties, when writing poems at banquets became popular among the literati. Shi Chong of the Western Jin Dynasty first created the rules of "Jingu Wine Number", while in Jiangling, it was popular to set up banquets on the water, writing poems in the form of "Qu River Flowing Cup" and compose poems.

For example, on the Shangsi Festival in the ninth year of Yonghe in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, more than 40 people including Wang Xizhi, Xie An, Sun Chuo held the "Lanting Meeting" in Shanyin.

Some poetry shows and calligraphy and painting displays, words and riddles.

In short, it is a social activity for literati. As long as you have talent and courage, both men, women, young and old can participate.

Lou Qingyi naturally knew that Zi Ling was comforting her. She attended this poetry meeting to relax and prepared some works for this.

"Have you ever brought calligraphy and painting?" Lou Qingyi asked casually with her eyes closed.

"Miss, don't worry, it's the maid who puts her hands on the carriage, right here..."

Zi Ling's voice suddenly stopped here, and then she screamed: "Oh, Miss, the scroll is gone!"

…

A crescent moon appeared from the clouds, and the entire Jiangling City was bathed in a milky white silver light.

Chen Chang and Xiao Yuer were sitting on the small bamboo chair in the yard chatting.

The girl held her cheeks with her hands, her white wrists were as bright as jade, and her eyes shining with light seemed deeper than the night sky: "Son-in-law, do you think there are really gods in the sky?"

Chen Chang said lazily: "In the legend of Zhang Jiao in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, he was personally taught by the gods. He can summon wind, rain, sprinkle beans into soldiers. He disperse talisman water whenever he goes, and can cure all diseases.

In a very short time, more than 100,000 believers gathered under their command, so they began to rebel, with the slogan "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand up." Each of them wore yellow turbans and was called the Yellow Turban Army.

When they started fighting, they all covered their bodies with talismans and muttered words. They were really brave. But did they win?"

Xiao Yuer shook her head. She followed the lady to study since she was a child. She also learned a lot from her eyes and eyes. She naturally knew this allusion.

"Isn't that all, so what's the point of saying a god?"

Chen Changxiao Yuer took a cup of tea from his hand. The faint fragrance of tea was refreshing. He slapped it with his lips, looked at the tea cup thoughtfully, and admired the exquisite and precious art.

"Maybe the old god gave Zhang Jiao the fake "Taiping Yaoshu", or the old god was fake." Xiao Yuer added.

"Puff..." Chen Chang was shocked by Xiao Yu'er's clear brain circuit. This little girl is really naive. There is no old god? This was simply fabricated by Zhang Jiao.

Similar things like Chen Sheng and Wu Guang created Fish Belly Collection, which are fun to the hearts of the people.

Since getting married that day and having a stunning appearance at the village, Chen Chang has basically been living in seclusion.

Maybe he can help Lou Qingyi change the status quo and have the ability.

But on the other hand, he was a businessman before, and the businessman was seeking profit. Before considering doing anything, the first thing that comes to mind is profit.

Even if you travel through this time and space, even if you don’t want to get involved in those business matters, the thinking pattern you have developed over the past decades may not be changed in the short term.

Through his understanding in recent days, he felt that Lou Qingyi, a woman, was not only a bit cold.

God arranged for him to be reborn and traveled through time once, and he accidentally gave him such a marriage, so he should cherish it.

However, as a once very successful businessman, he knew very well that this was just a cooperation and he could not invest too much true feelings.

It’s not worth hurting others and yourself!

On this night of the sixth year of Dading in the Western Liang Dynasty, Chen Chang raised his head slightly and looked at the vast night sky. The moonlight casts some broken leaves on his face through the gaps of the trees.

For a moment, my thoughts...

Xiao Yuer, who was beside him, also looked over. The man in front of him had a angular face that looked particularly firm and solemn. His eyes were as dark as empty.

For a moment, she felt that her mind was completely trapped by these eyes. She wanted to throw it into these eyes and see what was there.

"You ladies like poetry, calligraphy and painting, etc." Chen Chang suddenly asked.

"Oh...yes, yes, the lady has been smart since childhood, can write poetry and painting, read a lot of books, and has gained a lot of fame even after she was underage..."

Because she became familiar with each other, Xiao Yuer gradually became more and more talked about it now. Sometimes, Chen Chang didn’t even ask about it on her own initiative, but she wanted to talk about it.

The one-year appointment was what she said when she renewed the contract again during the bridal chamber.

Chen Chang didn't know how Lou Qingyi viewed this marriage scam.

But for him, this was just a job, and for modern people who had just traveled to ancient times, it was still a well-paid job.

If everything develops on this trajectory, he can accumulate a considerable amount of wealth and use this money as Sichuan-funded transportation expenses.

It was because of this plan that he actually agreed to her proposal. Afterwards, he wanted to slap himself again. After all, it was the businessman's thinking.

The kite was found. Seeing the broken rope, it didn't seem like someone was hanging up. It was probably someone who made a prank. Chen Chang didn't care about this. After all, if anything is done well, it is inevitable that someone will arouse jealousy from others. This is human nature.

Something unusual happened just now. An old man hurried back and said something softly to Xiaoyuer. Xiaoyuer looked nervous at first, and then took out a painting tube from the study.

Chen Chang was familiar with such a painting tube, and the painting he had finished quickly that day was also put into such a painting tube.

He was still nervous at that time, and finally saw the red silk thread tied to the painted tube in Xiaoyuer's hand, and then he felt relieved.

"I can't find the painting tube brought by the lady, so I took another pair from my house." After the old man left, Xiao Yuer explained to Chen Chang.

"Oh." Chen Chang nodded. Lou Qingyi was a very meticulous person. Such a thing would definitely not happen to her. There is a high probability that something unexpected happened.

"I don't want to know why the lady sent someone back to get the painting?" Xiao Yuer seemed to be even more curious about Chen Changran's indifferent attitude.

“Isn’t the problem solved?”

"Well, it's solved. But Sister Ziling obviously took the lady's painting before going out, so Sister Ziling cried for a while..."

Chen Chang smiled faintly. It seemed that things were similar to what he had guessed. Zi Ling was Lou Qingyi's personal maid and did things neatly. She would not make such a low-level mistake as forgetting to take the lady's picture.

Then the only explanation may be that the scroll was lost along the way.
Chapter completed!