The next day, Song Wenjian rarely didn't go out to practice boxing.

Ever since the killer's dagger stuck in his chest that day, he had to train more every day to prevent that incident from happening again.

He also drew drawings of the sabers used by the army in later generations, and asked his own ironsmith to make a batch of sabers, which he owned and used for the newcomers.

But today he didn't go to practice boxing, and he still had a soft lady in his arms.

"Xianggong, it's dawn, aren't you going out to practice boxing?" Mo Xintong saw that Song Wenjian had been holding her and refused to let go, so she had to ask in a low voice.

"I can't bear to leave you." Song Wenjian looked at Mo Xintong's fairy-like face, and couldn't help but kiss a few more bites.

"Will you be nice to me for the rest of your life?" Mo Xintong looked at Song Wenjian stupidly.

When she became Song Wenjian's woman, she wanted to stick to his side.

Song Wenjian nodded and said: "Yes, I will not only be good to you in my life, but I will also be good to you in the next life, and I will be good to you in the next life. ”

"Yes." Mo Xintong had never heard such love words, and hugged Song Wenjian happily.

"Xianggong, you will accept Xiaoqing as a room girl later." Mo Xintong whispered. "The master is also reasonable, the Song family has a small number of Ding, and it has always been a bad lineage."

Song Wenjian shook his head and said: "I don't want other women, I just want you." ”

"What?" Mo Xintong sat up in surprise, but as if he had touched some wound, his face showed pain. "What man doesn't have a few concubines, even my father."

Speaking of this, Mo Xintong suddenly thought that Song Hua had not continued since his wife died.

Song Wenjian didn't want to discuss this topic with Mo Xintong, since he came to this dynasty, he found that there was danger everywhere, and if he didn't take every step, he would easily be killed by others.

"Lady, I'm out to practice boxing, you can rest for a while." Song Wenjian got dressed and freshened up.

Seeing this, Mo Xintong hurriedly got up and said, "Xianggong, I'll go to the kitchen to see if I'm ready to be early." ”

Song Wenjian looked at Mo Xintong's inconvenient walking, limping, and couldn't help but think of his madness last night, and had indescribable pity for her in his heart.

County Confucianism Bureau, He Zisong sat comfortably on the Taishi chair, a servant girl gently beat his calf for him, and the servant girl behind him was fanning the wind with a big fan.

Since Mo Dazhi was no longer in the Confucian Education Department, He Zisong has been living like a fish in water here.

"My lord, Xu Yueping asked to see him." The porter ran in from outside to report to He Zisong.

"Oh, it's Xu Juren, please let him in." He Zisong raised his hand back, and the two maidservants stepped back.

Xu Yueping is about 30 years old, and since he was admitted to the Juren, he has become the leader of the folk scholars in Suixi County.

Some activities such as folk poetry clubs were organized by Xu Yueping.

Xu Yueping entered the wing room and bowed to He Zisong: "Lord He, Xiaosheng is polite." ”

"Xu Juren, why did you come to me?" He Zisong asked.

"It's a matter of the poetry club the day after tomorrow, we will invite some famous talents in Leizhou Mansion, as well as our talents in Suixi to chant poems together, and those who get the ranking will also be rewarded with lottery heads." Xu Yueping said with a smile: "We would like to invite Master He to come and guide our poetry club, so that readers can have a glimpse of the adult's literary brilliance." ”

He Zisong's heart moved slightly, and he asked with a smile: "Is there a famous talent in Leizhou Mansion who also came over?" ”

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to produce a talented man from a poor family, and poetry clubs like Xu Yueping are generally invited to the sons and daughters of famous gentry families.

If the talented man from the Leizhou Mansion comes over, the background must be not small.

If they are with ......

He Zisong rolled his eyes and said to Xu Yueping: "Xu Juren, I heard that Song Dianshi is talented, have you invited him to participate?" ”

"History of the Song Dynasty?" Xu Yueping hesitated for a moment. "Lord He, I've heard that it's okay to write articles about the history of the Song Dynasty, but I've never seen him write poems, doesn't it seem appropriate?"

This time it is a poetry meeting, and the history of the Song Dynasty, which can only write articles, may be embarrassing.

Now that the Song family is powerful in Suixi, he doesn't want to cause trouble.

Hehe, it's just that Song Wenjian can't write poetry, so I asked you to invite him. He Zisong smiled in his heart.

"Xu Juren, your words are wrong, Song Dianshi is praised by others as a talent, you hold a poetry meeting for talented people, if you don't invite him to participate, he will have complaints about you." He Zisong said.

Xu Yueping was right to think about it, and said busily: "I'll send an invitation to Song Dianshi in a while." ”

"Well, you plan well, I will also ask the School Department to help you publicize it, it is estimated that there will be a lot of talented and beautiful people in the past." He Zisong said with a smile.

He Zisong wanted Song Wenjian to make a big appearance in the poetry club the day after tomorrow and his reputation was discredited.

Song Wenjian didn't know He Zisong's thoughts, he took the invitation card sent by Xu Yueping and returned home, Mo Xintong saw that it was an invitation to the poetry club, and couldn't help but be happy: "Xianggong, this is an invitation to participate in the poetry meeting?" ”

"yes, the day after tomorrow, but I don't think it's interesting." Song Wenjian said.

"The poetry meeting held by Xu Juren has always been grand, I heard people outside say that the day after tomorrow the talented poetry will have talented people from Leizhou Mansion come to compete with Suixi talents to compete in poetry, and there are colorful heads, and many famous ladies have participated." Mo Xintong looked at the invitation reluctantly.

Song Wenjian asked, "Does the lady want to go?" ”

"Yes."

"In that case, then I'll take you to join in the fun." Song Wenjian looked at Mo Xintong, who was as gentle as water, and couldn't wait to pluck all the moons in the world for her.

Early in the morning the day after tomorrow, Xiaoqing ran around Song's house like an evil spirit.

"Uncle Niu, hurry up, or the poetry will start."

"Uncle Liang, did you do it earlier?"

When Xiaoqing heard that Miss was going to attend the poetry meeting, she slept very unsteadily last night. Miss goes, she has to follow to join in the fun.

Since the iron knife has not found the mastermind behind the scenes, Dai Wang and the others did not dare to be careless, so Dai Wang first took a group of new Ding out to check that there was no danger around, and then let Da Niu and another group of new Ding surround Song Wenjian.

The carriage was also specially made, nailed to the outside of the wall with steel sheets, even if the killer wanted to assassinate Song Wenjian with a crossbow arrow, it would be useless.

Song Wenjian got into the carriage, and Mo Xintong also followed over and got into the carriage.

This time, the poetry meeting was in the Qingzhu Pavilion by the canal, and when the horse-drawn carriage arrived, it was already crowded with people.

Xu Yueping waited outside with a few of his men early in the morning, and when he saw Song Wenjian's carriage arrive, he hurriedly trotted over. "Lord Song, it's a long way off."

"Xu Juren, you're welcome, I'll come over and join in the fun." Song Wenjian replied with a smile.

Although Song Wenjian is not a talent yet, but the history of the classics, the power in his hands is quite large, Xu Yueping led the way in front and led Song Wenjian to the rest area in the pavilion.

There are hundreds of tables and chairs inside, and in front of it is the seat where the talented people of Leizhou Mansion and the officials and gentry of Suixi are seated.

Sitting in the back were Suixi scholars and some famous ladies, those girls with the maids of the family, all dressed up in fancy clothes, looked at the handsome talents from Leizhou Mansion in front.