February 12, it is advisable to travel and set up a banquet.

This is a good day given by Qin Tianjian, and the poetry meeting is scheduled to be held on this day.

On the ninth day of the second lunar month, when the relevant matters of the poetry meeting were ready, Xie Wu posted again, informing everyone that the poetry meeting would be held on the Wutu River, and inviting everyone to meet at the south pier of the city in the early morning of the 12th to board a boat and cruise the river.

This was Xie Wu's painstaking idea.

Since it is a gathering of literati, how can it lose its elegant style?

Poetry and singing are indispensable, famous wine and beauties are indispensable, and singing and dancing are indispensable.

So, in order to create an elegant atmosphere, Xie Wu specially rented a large painting boat, and invited a lot of famous dancers to help the fun, even the wine and food at the poetry meeting that day, the utensils used, were carefully selected before being decided, it can be said that for this poetry meeting, he made a lot of effort, it can be said that he was comprehensive, of course, there was a lot of gold and silver scattered.

Although he felt sorry for the money spent, as long as he thought of the feedback in the future, Old Marquis Xie was relieved - it can not only enhance the reputation of the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, but also take the opportunity to attract talented and promising students, so why not kill two birds with one stone? Nothing is more valuable than fame and connections.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed.

I have to say that for this poetry meeting, the nobles and nobles in Beijing also attach great importance to it, after all, this is a good opportunity to win over forces and make a name for themselves.

Everyone wants to get ahead, these days, the invited literati students can be said to have worked hard, all day and night, just to have a good reputation in the poetry club.

Just in the anticipation of everyone, February 11 is belated, and the poetry meeting is close at hand.

At the same time, the Wenxin Marquis Mansion also ushered in a happy event, and the old lady's birthday was approaching.

At dusk, An Shiting returned home with a tired body.

As the eldest son, the son of the Marquis of Wenxin, An Shiting's shoulders have always been very heavy, and the old lady's birthday is coming, in order to prepare for the birthday banquet, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is too busy, it is rare to be able to return home early today, he originally planned to take a break, but he didn't want to even have time to change clothes, so he was called to the study by the old marquis.

In the study, the old marquis got straight to the point: "Boss, you don't have to go to Ming'er's poetry meeting, just let the fifth brother take Brother Sheng and Brother Yan to go." ”

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, An Shiting was shocked by this sentence and his brain was buzzing, and it took him a long time before he calmed down and asked, "Can the father sue his son for the reason?" ”

To be honest, he didn't have much interest in the poetry society, but the lack of interest did not mean that his father could arbitrarily deprive him of the right to attend the poetry meeting.

It's not that he doesn't understand his father's intentions, compared to him who will inherit the title in the future, the fifth brother does lack connections and resources, as an elder brother, he should be humble, because once the younger brothers develop well, it will be of great help to himself and the Hou Mansion, he knows very well, his reason tells him to nod without complaint, but he can't do it.

It's because he knows, so he can't do it, since he was a child, he has always been like this, he can not blame his father for favoring the fifth brother, and he is happy to see the fifth brother have a good future, but the premise is not to build on his concessions.

Perhaps it was the tiredness of the days that made him a little irritable, and his tone was a little questioning and indignant.

The old marquis looked at his eldest son, who had always been steady and humble, in surprise, frowned, and said as gently as possible: "It will be your mother's birthday in a few days, and you, as the eldest son, have a lot to ask about personally, and I don't want you to be too burdened." And-" After a pause, he continued: "It's just to represent the An family, it's enough for your fifth brother to go, even if it's a world friend, you don't have to give the Xie family so much face, otherwise others will think that we want to slap them." ”

No matter how beautiful it sounds, it's not because of eccentricity.

Worried that others will say that the An family flatters the Xie family, aren't you worried that others will say that the An family is red and the Xie family is red, so they let the concubine be the representative?

Can the meaning of being a representative of a son-in-law be the same as that of a concubine?

It's not that he looks down on his brother, it's just that his father's rhetoric is too ridiculous, or he says that his literary knowledge is not as good as that of his fifth brother, and he is better than this excuse.

An Shiting also felt funny, he didn't say more, but arched his hand and said: "The son knows, and he obeys his father's wishes." ”

The old marquis nodded with satisfaction and waved him back.

Coming out of the study, An Shiting's heart was heavy, he did not go back to the room immediately, but went to Yirong Yuan to find his mother to talk to him.

The old lady listened to the eldest son's complaints, and did not express comfort, but smiled softly and teased: "Your father really did not do this authentically, but no matter what, you really shouldn't come to complain to me, aren't you worried that your mother will make trouble with your father?" ”

An Shiting's face was sneering, and he smiled crampedly: "It's the son who didn't think it through, but the son believes that with his mother's belly, he won't be embarrassed by his father for this matter." ”

There is no flattery in this sentence, looking at Quan Shengjing, he can no longer find a more virtuous and generous woman than his mother.

The old lady laughed and said, "I know that you are not happy in your heart, but if I want me to say, I don't want you to go to the poetry meeting." ”

"Why?" An Shiting frowned, it's just that his father is like this, why does even his mother say this?

The old lady smiled silently, and after a long time, she said slowly: "Hurry up and go back and rest, aren't you tired these days?" She touched her eldest son's sideburns, and her eyes were full of love.

An Shiting left Yirong Yuan in confusion.

The candle flame flickered, and in the dimly lit bed tent, An Shiting turned over again.

His mind was a mess, and he had insomnia.

"The prince?" A soft, somewhat hoarse voice came from behind him, and he knew that his wife, who was sleeping next to him, had been woken up by himself.

Turning around, he looked at his wife apologetically and asked in a low voice, "Did you quarrel with you?" ”

Murong shook his head with a smile, and there was still a bit of sleepiness in his eyes.

She reached out and tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and said softly: "If the prince has any troubles, it is better to talk to the concubine, even if it can't solve the worries, it is better to use it as a distraction." ”

An Shiting held her hand and rubbed it, looked at her and smiled faintly.

The dim light reflected in his eyes, like bright starlight, and Murong couldn't help but blush his cheeks slightly and lowered his eyes.

There was no movement for a while, and just when she thought that her husband was asleep, a pair of strong arms gently hugged her into the broad embrace, and the unique breath of a mature man rushed into her nose, and in an instant, her heart beat like a drum, and her face became hotter.

After more than ten years of marriage, I thought that I had long been accustomed to this plain life, but I didn't want to be at this moment, the heart lake that had been silent for many years was violently surging because of this gentle hug, and she knew that compared with the warmth of enthusiasm, the intimacy of warmth like water made her more intoxicated.

Murong couldn't help but flutter.

"My father told me today that I don't have to go to the poetry club tomorrow." A low, hoarse, and somewhat sad voice sounded overhead, and the distant thoughts were instantly pulled back, Murong looked up at her husband's stunned gaze, and a burst of pity surged in her heart.

"If you don't go, don't go, mother's birthday is more important than the poetry club, isn't it?" Finding a comfortable place to pillow, Murong Shi stroked his chest and smiled softly.

"You're right." An Shiting nodded, but frowned again, and said intermittently: "I'm just...... It's not that I'm jealous of my fifth brother, it's just that my father is too ......."

"I understand what the prince means." Murong stopped him from finishing his words, she didn't want him to say something that would be rebellious and would make her sad.

An Shiting was moved by her thoughtfulness and understanding, and he hugged his wife tightly, as if he had found a life-saving driftwood, which made him involuntarily express the bitterness in his heart.

"The fifth brother has been smart since he was a child, he is better at reading than our brothers, and he looks better than us, I can understand my father's preference for him, I just want to know where my father put me. I know the real reason why my father didn't let me participate in the poetry meeting, because I am the son of the Marquis of Wenxin, as long as I am here, the eyes of others will naturally be on me, and then ignore the fifth brother, even if the fifth brother is better than me. Shengjing City is such a place, no matter how talented you are, if you don't have a position of power, you are nothing. ”

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh, not knowing who he was sorry for.

Murong listened to him quietly, and when he finished speaking, he patted his chest comfortingly and said, "Since the prince can see through, why bother with these?" ”

She pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly: "The concubine said a bold word, and I hope that the prince will not blame." ”

"You say." An Shiting bowed.

Murong said with a smile: "The concubine thinks that the prince thinks a little too highly of himself, it is true that you are the prince of the Hou Mansion, but the fifth uncle is still the son-in-law of the Meng State Mansion, the reputation of the Meng State Mansion is not comparable to the Wenxin Hou Mansion, besides, you two brothers are in the imperial court, and the official positions are about the same. So the concubine said, the prince is asking for trouble, maybe the father-in-law is really just considerate of you, so he decided to do so? ”

These words were like an initiation, An Shiting suddenly woke up and said with a wry smile: "What you say is reasonable, I have gotten into a dead end." ”

"The prince just hasn't turned a corner for a while, and the concubine body can listen to you and relieve your distress for you." Murong Clan chuckled.

An Shiting looked at the face in front of him that was no longer youthful, but more and more gentle and peaceful, and his heart was warm. His wife was not the most illustrious in the family, nor the most talented, nor the most good-looking, but she was the most gentle and considerate, capable and generous, and no one could compare to her, and he knew that his wife was comforting him, and even so, he was relieved.

Raising his hand and stroking her sideburns, he smiled faintly: "It's late at night, go to sleep." ”

Murong nodded slightly, snuggled into his arms, and closed his eyes in satisfaction. In her opinion, how could he not be compared to anyone?

There were no sweet words, no ears and temples, and the husband and wife fell asleep soundly, dreamless all night. R1152