There is a quiet small building behind the side of the dark incense building, two young ladies came early this morning, every time there is a poem made in front of them, someone will copy it and send it to the small building in time, and give it to them to enjoy.

"This poem is getting worse and worse year by year, and I haven't seen an excellent poem for most of the day."

A little lady of twelve or thirteen years old sat at the table, looked at the work in front of her boringly, and sighed softly.

"Writing poetry is not cooking, it's so easy, lady, you don't have back pain when you stand and talk." The little maid on the side quipped.

"Dead Slim, you talk a lot, why don't we go out and enjoy the chrysanthemums."

"It's not proper, Junqing Langjun said when he came just now, there are many people in the garden today, it is not appropriate to show your face, lady and rest assured to look at the poems here."

"Ahem! My cousin is really. ”

That little lady is Yan Junqing's cousin, and when she saw Xian'er move out of her cousin, she didn't have the heart to go out to play.

When the two of them were bored, they suddenly saw the boy who was delivering poems downstairs running in. handed over a piece of paper and hurriedly said, "Little lady, I hurriedly sent you a good poem that just came out over there." ”

The slender took it, and the little lady opened it to see that it was a seven-character quatrain.

There is no rain cover for the lotus, and there are still proud frost branches in the chrysanthemum.

A good year must be remembered, the most orange, yellow, orange and green.

She read it carefully, and then indulged in it, and secretly thought in her heart that it was indeed a good poem, and it seemed that she had never seen such a masterpiece in this chrysanthemum garden for many years. While she was quietly admiring, there was another rush of footsteps downstairs, and the boy who had delivered the poem ran over again.

"Little lady, three more good poems have been published, you hurry up and take a look."

"Three, today's poetry will be strange, I didn't see a good one in the first half of the day, but many people wrote good works later, but these masters want to stay behind and shoot."

After that, she read the three poems at hand, but she saw that each had its own characteristics and was extraordinary, and she couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"The little lady doesn't know, but these three songs and the one just now were written by one person, and no one else." The boy told the scene of the two people comparing poems in front of him again.

"You said that the young man surnamed Gu is Bishi?" The little lady suddenly remembered his cousin's new friend.

"Yes, I see that Lang Jun is still very good to him."

The little lady listened to the boy's words, and suddenly got up and walked out, but when she got to the door, she hesitated again, and turned back and told the little maid:

"Xian'er, you go and see what kind of character is writing the poem."

Seeing that the little lady's behavior was a little abnormal, and it was inconvenient to ask more, she followed the boy.

The little lady arranged the four poems on the table and read them one by one, but she felt that the words were exquisite, and the sentences were exquisite, although they were the same as writing chrysanthemums, they were different. I thought, when did Jingdong have such a talent, why have I never heard of it before, thinking about it, but I couldn't help but have an unforgettable face in my heart, and then sighed, and my expression was gloomy again.

"Little lady, little lady."

At this moment, I saw that Xian'er, shouting and hurriedly stepping up the stairs.

"Dead girl, what are you panicking about?"

The little lady scolded, but as if she had a premonition, she stood up unconsciously.

"Little lady, the scholar surnamed Gu is the same boy who saved us in Black Pine Ridge." Xian'er said excitedly.

"But seriously!" The little lady grabbed Xian'er's sleeve, as if she couldn't believe it.

"I looked carefully in the crack of the door, although I was much taller, but the appearance would never be wrong." That Xian'er said affirmatively.

"I finally found it."

The little lady read silently in her heart, but sat back in the chair softly. After a while, she came back to her senses, picked up a pen and wrote a note, asking Xian'er to give it to her cousin.

In the dark incense building, because of Gu Haotian's four masterpieces, a party was extremely enthusiastic, but because of this, no one was willing to compose poems anymore, and it was not until the afternoon that everyone dispersed with their own fun.

Gu Haotian also said goodbye and wanted to go, but was repeatedly retained by Yan Junqing, saying that the two had never made friends after a busy day, and they only went back together after dinner.

On an autumn evening, the sunset dissolves gold, in the water pavilion by the pond, a pot of wine, a few dishes of vegetables and vegetables, Gu Haotian and Yan Junqing sat on both sides of the small table, drinking and talking.

"It's amazing that my brother has such an extraordinary talent in poetry, and I have traveled everywhere in recent years, and I have seen many young talents, but I have never seen such a person with such a quick mind."

Yan Junqing was obviously still precipitated in the atmosphere just now, and at this time he couldn't help but pick up the topic again.

The younger brother was also forced by that Wang Xiucai, so he wrote a few poems randomly, so what kind of talent. Besides, in the more than 100 years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there have been many talented people, so it is said that Su Shi Su of the former dynasty was a poetry genius. ”

Gu Haotian knew that he was two pounds, and he didn't want to be entangled in poetry at all, but he was very strange that he was safe and sound when he stole Su Shi's poems.

"Master Su is also a literary master, but he is good at writing, and few poems have been handed down."

"What do you say, isn't there no 'when is the bright moon' and 'Dajiangdong goes to the waves'?"

Gu Haotian was confused by Yan Junqing's words, and blurted out the two classics of Su Dashen.

"What 'when is the bright moon' and 'Dajiangdong goes to the waves', how come I have never heard of it." Yan Junqing was confused by Gu Haotian.

Gu Haotian looked at Yan Junqing carefully, but saw that he looked serious, and thought to himself, could it be that in this world, even the talent of Su Dashen can't be changed, but he didn't dare to ask deeply, but he just said vaguely that he remembered it wrong just now, and mistook the two sentences he saw in the miscellaneous book for Su Shi. However, thinking about it, he didn't feel at ease, so he used the excuse that he wanted to learn Su Shi's articles and asked Yan Junqing if he had his anthology. The Yan family's famous family is naturally not bad at these things, and Yan Junqing is full of words.

In the small building, the little lady has been in a state of anxiety since she sent the note, and she kept asking Xian'er to go out to inquire about the situation of the assembly, until she heard that Gu Haotian was kept by her cousin, so she settled down a little. For more than a year, every time she woke up at night to that frightening scene, she would always remember the phrase "You're okay, but please rest easy" before she could calm down.

A few days ago, the elders of the family vaguely talked about her family affairs, she was very upset, and had a quarrel with her parents, and it happened that her cousin passed by the house, so she followed to Jeju to relax. After the autumn, my cousin talked about the new young friend many times, and couldn't help but evoke the memory in her heart, always feeling that this person had something to do with her, and suddenly understood that her resistance to marriage actually came from here.

"Little lady, that person and Junqing Langjun went to the water pavilion to drink." At this time, I saw Xian'er running back to report.

"Oh!" She answered, and involuntarily got up to go out.

"Little lady, you go like this." Xian'er screamed.

The little lady stopped when she heard the sound, and saw that she had called Xian'er and gave a few words, and then sat back in the chair.

In the water pavilion, Gu Haotian and Yan Junqing chatted while eating, talking about speculation. Suddenly, a teenage girl came in, whispered something to Yan Junqing, and glanced at him, then turned around and went out.

"You see that I am really forgetful, and I have a happy conversation with my brother, and I have forgotten one thing."

Yan Junqing patted his forehead and said to Gu Haotian with self-deprecation:

"I have a cousin, called Kong Yuhan, is the daughter of the Kong family in Qufu, these two days happened to be a guest at my house, today in the garden to listen to the ancient brothers' masterpieces, want to come to ask for advice, I don't know that the brother is convenient."

"I'm a layman, and I'm disappointed when I see it, so I don't see it."

Gu Haotian is now most afraid that someone will say any more poems to him, if the girl who comes is a young man and pesters him to ask for advice on writing poems and lyrics, it will be big.

"It's too late, my cousin is already on her way, so let's see you." Yan Junqing said with a smile.

Seeing that there was no way to push, Gu Haotian was also helpless, and the two chatted a few words. I saw two young ladies coming over the path in the garden, one in front of her with bright eyes and bright teeth, graceful demeanor, walking like a fairy in the Moon Palace, followed by the little maid who had just come.

As the little lady got closer and closer, a strange feeling arose in Gu Haotian's heart, how could this woman be so familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

And said that the little lady came all the way, and quietly looked at Gu Haotian, when the heroic posture, handsome face and the memory in her heart gradually coincided, she no longer doubted, she walked straight to Gu Haotian, and bowed down.

"The difficulty of Black Pine Ridge, I don't feel that I have been more than a year, and I have not been able to repay the grace of saving my life, but I am fortunate to see it today, and I am on it, please accept the little woman Kong Yuhan."

Black Pine Ridge! Gu Haotian's mind suddenly flashed that frightened and helpless face, no wonder it was familiar, it turned out to be her.

"The little lady doesn't need to be polite, it was just a coincidence at the time, so she just did it, and please get up." He didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly got up and avoided it, and stretched out his hand to help.

The actions of the two of them made Yan Junqing and Pan Jinlian and others waiting on the side inexplicable.

"You two already know each other?"

Yan Junqing thought that his cousin had come to ask for advice on writing poetry, but now it looks like old acquaintances, and he can't help but be surprised.

"My little sister had an unbearable encounter a few years ago, my cousin must have heard that Lang Jun in front of me was the lifesaver at that time." That Kong Yuhan got up and replied to Yan Junqing.

"There are such miracles." Yan Junqing was shocked, he looked back and forth between the two of them a few times, and Fang said, "It seems that there is a certain number in the underworld, who would have expected that the Gongyuan would meet his cousin's benefactor, and he was really destined to meet thousands of miles away, but he didn't know each other on the other side." ”

"Today is really a great joy, the garden is simple and will drink two cups first, seven days later, the autumn will be released, in the next east, and then thank you heavily."

Yan Junqing ordered to reorganize the wine and food, called his cousin to sit down, and the three of them ate for a while until dusk.

At the gate of Juyuan, Gu Haotian took Pan Jinlian to board the car and wanted to go, but saw that Kong Yuhan moved to him, and said softly: "Gu Langjun, don't forget your cousin's seven-day appointment. ”

"Keep in mind below." Gu Haotian saluted and boarded the car.

The car drove slowly, and Gu Haotian leaned on Pan Jinlian's body, but his mind was full of the sudden encounter just now.

"That little lady Kong has a deep affection for the little officials." Pan Jinlian said coldly.

"Ahh Gu Haotian suddenly came back to his senses, and then saw Pan Jinlian's stunned expression, and suddenly understood something, he smiled and pinched his white greasy face, "My Lian'er will also be jealous." ”

"I'm jealous of that round." Pan Jinlian replied with some disappointment.

"Silly girl, you've been as old as me, don't you understand in your heart?" Gu Haotian sat up straight and gently took her in his arms.

Pan Jinlian crouched in front of that broad chest, and suddenly felt much more at ease in her heart, and she no longer had those complicated thoughts.