The noon of the winter day was not too hot, and Yuan stood outside the Qingteng Xuan, caressing the rice paper in his hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The ink on it hadn't dried yet, it had just been written.

The word is made of sharp pen and dry ink as a square and broad character, with beautiful hair and endless cream.

If you look closely, if you are excellent outside, you will be strong.

The name of the word plate is "Fisherman's Pride", entitled "December Strict Condensation of Heaven and Earth Closed", which is in line with the artistic conception of this season.

"December is strictly closed. Don't suspect that there are no flowers in the pavilion.

Only wine can deceive the snow.

Increase pride.

Straight to the ears of the hot sheng song boiling. Longshang carved saddle only a few rides.

Hunting around half in the new frost. The sound of frost and drums is cold.

Thousands of people finger.

A goose fell in front of the horse. ”

……

Yuan silently recited the words in his heart, secretly admiring.

The style of words is heroic, with only a few sentences, and the scenery outside the cold and snowy sky suddenly jumps in front of you.

Good words, good words!

Yuan was amazed, but he also looked uncertain, and asked Yang Xingwang, "How did the master answer you?"

"Back to Madame," Yang Xingwang shook his head and replied, "The master said that Ji Changshun is too far away, just let the stove room cook pasta." ”

Yuan sighed abruptly: It seems that the master really has important official business.

She raised the words in her hand again and asked, "Whose handwriting is this?"

"It's Lord Ouyang's Mobao. ”

"Ahh

Yang Xingwang relayed: "Lord Ouyang said: 'The New Year is approaching, and I have no choice but to disturb abruptly. Thanks to the gentleman and the lady for their thoughtful reception, I am grateful and guilty. I heard that Yuan Duwei had served in Hejian Mansion, and he would probably miss the scenery of the border fortress, so he gave Yuan Duwei this word, hoping to smile. ’”

When Yuan heard this, his face suddenly turned red with shame.

Her father Yuan Anzhi is just a former lieutenant from the fourth grade, and he has been in the field for a long time, how can He De let Ouyang Xiuji, who is famous all over the world, hang?

It's just a pretext.

It's because I'm too reckless, and I can't see it to others. Who can gain a foothold in the court is not a shrewd and skilled person?

They have probably guessed that Yao Hongyi wants to accompany him to save his relatives according to the custom today, so he kindly kept a face, did not break it, and gave it away with his own words.

Ouyang University's Mobao, which was specially written for her father, was much more decent than the New Year's gifts she had carefully selected.

Yuan carefully rolled up the rice paper in his hand and instructed Yang Xingwang: "You hurry up and let the stove room prepare lunch, don't neglect the distinguished guests." When everything is done, I will find someone for me to frame Master Ouyang's Mobao Haosheng. ”

"The arrangement of lunch, the little one has already ordered Ah An to convey the ...... of the stove room" Yang Xingwang paused, and was embarrassed: "However, this framing, I'm afraid Madame will have to wait a little." ”

"Oh?"

Yang Xingwang took out a letter from his arms: "The lord asked the little one to hurry to the Peng Mansion in the west of the city, and invited Lord Peng to come over, saying that it was 100,000 urgent, and it was urgent to ...... it."

……

The study in Wang Anshi's house.

The walls are covered with banners, books and manuscripts are stacked everywhere, and the shelves are lined with large and small scrolls.

Lelin was bored flipping through the notebook.

It's all obscure classical Chinese.

She sighed, closed the book, and stared out the window in a daze.

After a long time, Wang Anshi carefully read the plan of the 'Housing Accumulation Fund'.

"What does Mr. Wang think?"

Lelin asked.

Wang Anshi raised his head and looked at Le Lin, his eyes were bright in his black eyes, and he said with a serious expression: "I don't object." ”

"Huh?" Le Lin thought that Wang Anshi would be more difficult than Sima Guang, but he never thought that he would agree so easily.

For a moment, it was unbelievable.

What about the "bad match"?

"I said, I don't object. Wang Anshi saw that "he" didn't believe it, and repeated it.

……