Ding Youwei's uncle Wu personally came to the small courtyard where Ding Youwei lived, her demeanor was extraordinarily kind, and she also brought gifts to Chen Caozhi's uncle and nephew.

Chen Zongzhi seemed to realize that the purpose of this old woman coming here was to take away his mother, and his eyes were resentful, if it wasn't for Chen Caozhi's restraint, this eight-year-old boy would not have taken those gifts at all.

Wu's tone exaggerated a few words of praise for Chen's uncle and nephew, and then went into the small hall with Ding Youwei alone, and sure enough, he was talking about Qian Tangyu's marriage proposal, and said that the widower named Chu Wenqian looked better than Pan An and Cai Sheng Zijian, and the implication was that Ding Youwei was blessed to marry such a good man, so he must not shirk and lose this good fate.

Ding Youwei has been silent, and later heard that the more his uncle said, the more unkind he became, in order to elevate Yu Wenqian, he actually slandered Chen Qingzhi, and finally couldn't help it, and said lightly: "Uncle, when the ancestor was alive, he gave Xiaowei Xu to Qingzhi, because of the talent of Chongqing, so even if Youwei wants to Jiao again, regardless of the first, he must have the talent that is not inferior to Qingzhi." ”

The Wu family couldn't wait for Ding Youwei to marry out immediately, and said busily: "The Chu family and my Ding family are both Qian and Tang clans, and the poetry and rites are heirlooms, and the door style is strict. ”

Ding Youwei asked: "I don't know if you are Qianqian?" ”

Wu hesitated for a moment and said: "It is said that there are four out of forty, but he was born fair-skinned and handsome, and he looks like a person in his thirties." ”

Zhen Wenqian is forty-four years old, Ding Youwei is twenty-six, the difference is eighteen years, but Ding Youwei doesn't seem to care about this age gap, just asks: "I have the reputation of a prodigy, and I am over forty years old, I don't know where he is now, or if he has any well-known poetry and writings?" ”

Wu said: "This old woman doesn't know, but your uncle naturally knows." ”

Ding Youwei said: "Youwei wants to go and see my uncle." ”

Wu saw that although Ding Youwei did not agree, but seeing that attitude seemed to be moved, he said happily: "That's good, you will go with the old woman, it's okay to ask some things clearly, the old woman thinks that the children of the Yu family will not wronged my Ding girl." ”

Ding Youwei took Swift and Ah Xiu to follow her uncle to the main hall of the villa, and when she left the courtyard, she looked back at Chen Caozhi, Chen Caozhi was also looking at her, and nodded and smiled at her, Ding Youwei's originally anxious heart calmed down a little, and she also smiled, waved her hand to Zong Zhi and Run'er, took the hat from Xiaochan's hand and put it on, put down the white veil covering her face, and followed her uncle with steps zigzag around the five courtyards, came to the main hall of the villa, entered through the side door, and came to a small room behind the hall, with a delicate bamboo curtain separating the small room from the main hall.

Wu asked the steward to ask the patriarch to come out first, Ding Youwei knelt on the reed mat by the bamboo curtain and waited, the bamboo curtain was sparsely carved, and you could vaguely hear the uncle talking with two men with unfamiliar accents, because the hall was bright and dark, if you approached the bamboo curtain, you could see the figure in the hall, but Ding Youwei didn't want to see if that Zhen Wenqian looked better than Pan An, she just straightened her waist, knelt silently, and her heart was "pounding".

Ding Yi, the patriarch of the Ding clan, used to be a scholar in the Seven Grades, and now he is idle at home, and when he heard that his niece Ding Youwei was coming, he frowned slightly, and confessed to the two distinguished guests, did not come in from the bamboo curtain, and came to the small room from the side door.

After Ding Youwei saluted his uncle, Ding Yi, who had a black gauze hat and a white beard, was not in a hurry to speak, but just looked at Ding Youwei and said for a while: "Youwei, your uncle and mother have already told you, what do you think?" ”

Ding Youwei said what he had said to his uncle before, Ding Yisu looked down on Chen Qingzhi, of course, he would not be so obvious in front of his niece, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a mocking smile was revealed: "Qingzhi's "Analects" and "Mao's Poems" are quite proficient, and Wujun Lu Envoy Jun appreciates him, but the six arts of the gentleman - etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics, Qingzhi is not outstanding, besides, Qingzhi has passed away, how do you let Zhenjun compare his talent with him?" Isn't that a joke! ”

Ding Youwei endured his shame and indignation, and said: "Qian Tang Chen is also a family heirloom of poetry, although Qingzhi died, his younger brother Caozhi was taught by Qingyi, and he can compete with Chu Jun on behalf of his brother." ”

Ding Yi sneered: "The Gaomen clan is ashamed to be with the Hanmen Shu clan, and they are artistic? Hmph, it's just whimsical. ”

Ding Youwei's voice trembled slightly, but his attitude was resolute: "Uncle doesn't even want to fulfill this little thing, so Youwei would rather die than marry." ”

Ding Yi knew that this niece was Zhenlie, and he didn't dare to force her too much, if he really forced out his life, Ding's reputation would plummet, and he thought, this may just be Ding Youwei's excuse, Youwei is actually willing to marry, and deliberately threw out such a pretense for the sake of fame, showing that she Ding Youwei is fancy to Yu Wenqian's talent, otherwise, Youwei herself is quite talented, why let Chen Caozhi, a minor boy, compete on behalf of his deceased brother? He had also seen that Chen Caozhi two years earlier, white and thin, with wooden words, famous for his filial piety and widowhood, but he had never heard of any talent-

Ding Yi thought that he had insight into his niece's intentions, and smiled with his beard, thinking that this was not bad, it was a matter of elegance, and said: "Youwei, why bother to say such fierce words!" Your father and mother have passed away, of course your uncle wants to be the master for you, I can agree to your request, but you have to think clearly, in addition to Yu Jun, there is another noble person who came to my Ding villa today, who holds an important position in the court and has a prominent reputation - you, do you really want Chen Caozhi to come out and compete with Yu Jun? ”

Ding Youwei thought to herself: "There are other distinguished people present? That's better, Xiaolang is better than that Zhen Wenqian, and Zhen Wenqian will be ashamed to retreat because of his face. He nodded, "Yes." ”

Ding Yi smiled and asked again, "What kind of art is it?" ”

Ding Youwei said: "Calligraphy is one of the six arts, so we will win with calligraphy." ”

Ding Yixin said: "The children of the scholar clan have practiced calligraphy since childhood, although Yu Wenqian is not famous, but he is in his forties, and his calligraphy will not be bad, not as good as a boy." Then he said: "Okay, I'll go and say to Yu Jun, it's just a game - but my uncle has something to say first, if you refuse to marry afterwards, then I don't have you as a girl!" ”

Ding Yi returned to the front hall, smiled, and said to the two distinguished guests in the hall: "Brother Zijing, Wen Qian, there is a funny thing in the future, that Chen Qingzhi's younger brother Chen Caozhi, came here to visit Youwei yesterday, and learned that Youwei was going to marry Wen Qian, but he was very angry, saying that he wanted to compete with Wen Qian for calligraphy, and the two said that this is ridiculous?" ”

Zhen Wenqian smiled reservedly and said nothing.

The distinguished guest, who was called Brother Zijing, flicked the tail in his hand and said with a smile: "Is there such a thing? Interesting, interesting, what is Chen Caozhi's age? ”

Ding Yi replied: "It's about fifteen years old, it's really a poor boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, and he dares to compete with Wen Qian in calligraphy-why don't Wen Qian let that kid see the family history and profound literacy of the children of the scholar family, how about it?" ”

The distinguished guest with the tail in his hand was obviously very interested: "Very good, Brother Ding is annoying to ask Chen Caozhi to come out, I want to see what kind of calligraphy the fifteen-year-old boy knows!" ”

Zhen Wenqian was a little confused, what was Ding Yi doing here? He came to ask for a kiss, but let him compete in calligraphy with a poor boy, this is simply an insult, it is really unreasonable! Dan Ding Yi said it in this joking tone, and he was not good at showing displeasure, wouldn't that seem to be stubborn and elegant, and in terms of calligraphy, he was quite proficient in the "Ritual Tablet", and he was immersed in prostitution for more than 30 years, and it was better than a poor boy, so he had to laugh and say: "Since all the Chang Servants and Ding She people want to see that Chen Caozhi's joke, they dare not accompany him." ”

Ding Yi laughed, and immediately ordered the steward to summon Chen Caozhi.

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