On the day of the wedding, there were many greeting guests, and the weight was heavy enough, which made Dong'er feel more face-saving. This small-scale happy event quietly spread in the officialdom, and many people re-examined the "stunned" Jiang Anyi with shocked eyes, like a bamboo shoot breaking out of the ground is rising rapidly.

Jiang Anyi didn't want to stay at home and enjoy the pleasure of the boudoir, but the invitations flew like snowflakes, it seemed that Da Zheng's officialdom suddenly remembered him, the classmates of Zechang Academy, the jinshi of the same department, the colleagues of the Ministry of Rites, the fellow of Texas, etc., all kinds of complicated invitations made Jiang Anyi overwhelmed. I really don't want to go, but I can't help myself in the rivers and lakes, and I am happy every time I play.

Late return, slightly drunk. Jiang Anyi stepped into the room, and under the red candle, Dong'er held the book in his hand, thoughtful. Awakened by Jiang Anyi's footsteps, Dong'er put down the book and brought cool face wash water for Jiang Anyi.

The smell of wine was driven away by the cold water, Jiang Anyi sat where Dong'er was sitting just now, picked up the book on the table, and said with a smile: "I'm almost finished reading "Cangjie Chapter", Dong'er, you are about to become a female showman." ”

"Childe, you're laughing at me again." Dong'er pouted and pretended to be angry, and her red lips were delicate in the candlelight, which made Jiang Anyi's heart move.

Looking at Jiang Anyi's squinting face, Dong'er snorted lightly, grabbed a stack of papers on the table and blocked it, and said with a smile: "Childe, what do you think this is?" ”

Jiang Anyi took the stack of paper, and the first one was the "bird crying" he made on Kunhua Mountain, and looked through it all the way, "Wet People's Clothes", "Boat Ziheng", "Yongdai" in Zechang Academy, two birthday greetings, and finally wrote to Tian Shoulou "Moss", a total of more than ten poems, Jiang Anyi's poems are all there.

Looking at the immature but serious ink characters on the paper, Jiang Anyi's heart was moved, and he said softly: "Dong'er, it's hard for you, do you know and can write these words?" ”

"I asked Zhichang for the words I don't know, and I also asked him about the meaning of the poems, and he couldn't say some of them." Dong'er took the paper from Jiang Anyi's hand, folded it neatly, pressed a thick book on it, and smiled at Jiang Anyi: "Jiang Lang, I want to transcribe all the poems you wrote, and when the collection is enough, I will pay for someone to print "Pingshan Poems", and the compiler will write my name." ”

Dong'er raised her head slightly, her face was slightly red in the candlelight, and her two black eyes were glowing, Jiang Anyi felt that Dong'er at this moment needed to look up to herself.

Gently taking Dong'er into his arms, Jiang Anyi explained the meaning of the poem to Dong'er word by word, Dong'er listened carefully and asked from time to time. Laughing lightly, deep affection, the candlelight blends the figures of the two people together.

The next day, just after breakfast, Shi walked in from outside with a letter and said, "Childe, someone sent a letter from outside, saying that it was sent by Sister Tong'er." ”

Tong'er, Jiang Anyi's heart trembled, during this time he deliberately didn't think much about Xinfei and Tong'er, like an ostrich burying his head in the sand, but what should come will always come, and the longer he delays, the stronger the counterattack will be.

Jiang Anyi was stunned for a long time before he reached out and took the letter, the fluttering letter weighed as much as a thousand pounds in his hand, and his heart kept falling.

Among the three daughters, Tong'er is playful and cute, innocent and lively, if she meets Tong'er before meeting Xinfei, I'm afraid that good things will be harmonious. However, creation makes people, and Jiang Anyi and the Li family become opponents, which is destined to be difficult to fulfill.

Tearing open the letter, there is a piece of paper inside, unfolding the white paper, and the word "hate" in thick ink and heavy pen.

The paper fell from his hand and landed silently, but his heart cracked countless cracks.

Outside the Yongchang Mingde Gate, the carriage stopped. Tong'er leaned over and looked back from the carriage, the imperial capital was majestic, but it was a sad place.