Regardless of the disturbance outside, I stood still at home.

Well, this is a true portrayal of Yang Qiao's heart at this time, and it is time to be calm and calm at the end of the year, so the Yang family once again gathered in the big tent at the snow resort, but at this time, there is a lack of little sister, Wen'er, and the woman, well, they also have to go home to celebrate the New Year with their families.

And at this time, Yang Qiao and his daughters-in-law have become shocking, well, it's really an image, no, one person sat in a direction, watching Luan'er Bao'er and Zhuangwa in the middle playing.

"Hee-hee, giggle, sister, sister!"

Well, the baby can speak, but the first to shout is the sister, and it is these two girls who accompany him, well, there are also women, Wen'er, and little sister, they all like to play with this strong baby, so this sister is the earliest.

"Giggles, sister!"

"Husband, it seems that our New Year's party should become the norm every year in the future, look, how lively this is, husband, do you want to write a poem now?"

The daughter-in-law asked Yang Qiao with a smile on the side, well, it seems that the husband has already had a poem this year, although it was given to the woman, but it was also written by the husband, isn't it.

"Poetry?"

Could it be that you should be a copyist again.

"Hehe, boy, this time, who are you going to copy, but why don't you write it yourself, it's all copying."

"Well, look outside, over there."

Yang Qiao pointed to the mountain peak outside with his hand, well, I don't know when, on the edge of the snow track, a plum blossom is blooming.

"Hey, sister, when did you have an extra plum there?"

"That, it should have been there for a long time, but it just happened that it bloomed, husband, isn't it?"

"Well, the wind and rain send spring back, and the snow welcomes spring. It is already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches. Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

Okay, what guts, Yang Qiao actually copied a poem by Taizu in later generations, but, fortunately, this Taizu's poems are generally majestic, and they are iron-clad, perhaps, this one, no matter who can take it out, and it is best to be in the early years of this dynasty, so, at this time, Yang Qiao copied this poem, there is nothing wrong with it at all, this poem, well, is too imposing.

"Husband, are you talking about our family, are you saying that our family is thriving, and ......?"

Well, the daughter-in-law will associate it, and at this time, Yang Qiao's secretary has already arranged for someone to get a pen to study and other things, well, with poetry, it will be done without leaving ink treasures.

"Talker, I said, I haven't rewarded for a long time recently, I said, you just give another reward for calligraphy!"

While waiting for the pen to arrive, Yang Qiao chatted with the words in his mind, and the ladies were all intoxicated to appreciate this poem, well, the worst of them should be the sixth lady, what the seventh lady, the seventh lady has been with her daughter-in-law since she was a child, that, she has been smoked out by ink all day long, even if she is not a master, she is also a little master, but what about the sixth lady, well, it is a standard maid background, and the people who wait are not successful, but, in the past few years, with Yang Qiao, I have also been edified, so, At this time, it is said that the Yang family is a scholarly family, and no one will say different opinions, and although Yang Qiao has a grudge against the so-called family gatekeeper, they also have to admit Yang Qiao's family status, well, it is a scholarly family.

"Actually, I don't like the name of the scholarly family very much, this, it's not that the name is bad, but it doesn't show the skills of our family, isn't it special, we should call it a craftsman family, well, this, it feels some, um, some, forget it, it's called poetry and books, the craftsman family is good, the scholarly fragrance or something, don't say it, plus the scholarly fragrance, it's too long."

"What, husband, you said that poetry and books will be a family, what will be a person?"

Yang Qiao chatted with the chatter in his mind, and accidentally said it, well, this excitement, his mouth leaked.

"Daughter-in-law, the craftsman I'm talking about is not a general's general, but a craftsman's general, although, we can also turn into a military general's family, but I don't want to enter the court?"

Well, in fact, you just entered, and that is also a craftsman, at most, Li Er will give you the title of a master craftsman, not the title of a general.

In fact, Li Er has long understood that if he said that Yang Qiao is powerful in military affairs, it is better to say that he is more useful to the court in terms of craftsmen, you know, at this time, this Tang Dynasty, what is not lacking is this general, although it has begun to be a little green, but there is always a new military school, right, and even, the military academy of the public has also been prepared, however, Li Er is still with Yang Qiao, so this preparation is not equivalent to the real opening.

Well, if there was no Yang Qiao, this military school would be out of shape.

"Husband, I'll grind!"

"Husband, I'll press the paper!"

"Husband......

When the four treasures of the study room are all gathered, the ladies are also all gathered, and each has its own division of labor, well, they all want to leave their names on a poem that can be passed down for thousands of years!

No, in the end, the Seventh Lady really has nothing to do, huh.

"Husband, I'll blow ink!"

What kind of work is this, on the side, the clerk is a little funny.

Well, I understand, it turned out that Yang Qiao's finished writing was blown dry, this is called blowing ink, don't underestimate this blowing ink, this is a technical job, if you don't blow well, blow out a burr for the written words, isn't this destruction.

Well, in the winter of the ninth year of Zhenguan, Yang Qiao and Li ...... Seven ladies together with the southern foot of the green mountain, madam, can be sealed.

Well, the seven ladies can be regarded as leaving their names, Yang Qiao didn't write it with the seven ladies, but after pointing out the names one by one, he was with the seven ladies.

Well, the ladies just like Yang Qiao's uninhibited appearance and this careful appearance.

This good thing spreads quickly, and bad things spread quickly, no, Yang Qiao hasn't come out of the tent yet, well, this poem has entered Li Er's ears, do you say it's fast.

"Wind and rain send spring back to ......, Guanyin, this, such an atmospheric poem, and it is in line with the Tang Dynasty at this time, you see, our Datang at this time, isn't it just vibrant!"

Li Er not only read this poem, but even wrote it.

"This poem, well, how do you feel about it, it's not appropriate!"

Actually, at this time, Yang Qiao also had this idea.

"Talk, this poem, how to write it, I don't feel comfortable, although the words just written are good, but, as a whole, it feels like something is wrong, forget it, that's it, anyway, you won't send me another piece of calligraphy in my mind."

At this time, Yang Qiao has entered a new realm of poetry appreciation, well, the realm of appreciation, is much more advanced than the realm of writing, yes, you can calligraphy, but, good calligraphy, may not be able to show a good poem, but, a good poem, must have a good calligraphy to deal with.

Well, Yang Qiao's calligraphy at this time, whether it is official calligraphy, regular script, line calligraphy, cursive script, is ordinary writer-level calligraphy, well, maybe the thin gold body is still a little interesting, but, it's not the same, this, maybe the emperor will like it, for example, Li Er likes it more than others, and even, in real history, after Zhao Ji wrote this calligraphy, he learned it later, there were many emperors, but this calligraphy should belong to the idle emperor to write.

"Go, find someone to fence that plum blossom, in the future, husband, that plum blossom will be famous with you, and then, there will be a lot of people to come and see, but unfortunately, no one should dare to write poems before this plum blossom!"

The daughter-in-law felt that it was a pity, Zhuyu was in front, if the writing was not good, people really didn't dare to write it.

"Daughter-in-law, this is easy to do, if there are really a lot of literati and ink writers, you can organize a poetry conference, well, just write poems with plum blossoms as the theme, so that you can't get it."

"Well, good idea, poetry conference, let people, ah no, it should be the plum blossom poetry conference!"

"Daughter-in-law, really, you are so dead, you don't necessarily have to plum blossoms, even, if there is a baby who likes poetry, it is also possible to recite poetry! Or, all of you here today, ah, there are still some fewer people, in this way, even your close maids are counted, Bao'er Luan'er, and the two of you are maids, there are nearly twenty people, you write poems and write poems, memorize poems, rules, set yourself, well, I'm watching the excitement on the side, well, let's take the Spring Festival as the theme! ”