Today is the day of the city meeting. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In Huaning City, although it was still early in the sky and there was still some distance in the evening, at this moment, all the lanterns on the streets had been lit.

Every house is lit up, everyone shows a happy smile, gathers together to talk and laugh, dress neatly and brightly, and prepare for the evening activities.

There were already more pedestrians on the street, everyone looked at the lanterns, said words of congratulations to their children and grandchildren, and rushed all the way to the suburbs or the amusement park in the city.

Although it is not intentional contempt, but after all, there is a gap in people's identities, divided into three, six, nine and so on, ordinary people, generally go to the suburbs, where there are all kinds of juggling, bonfires, dances, and there are also women invited from the Qinglou to play the piano and sing music, making it very lively, so that the people are happy and relaxed.

Most of the people with status, such as well-known scholars, shopkeepers of trading houses, some heads of martial arts halls, old Xiucai, etc., stayed in the city and could go to the city's amusement parks.

In Huaning City, there are two well-known amusement parks, one is the Mochizuki Amusement Park built by the merchants in the city, which is located in the west of the small city, not far from the city.

And the second one, it is built by those talented, old and respected scholars in the city, called Guanxue Garden, which is also in the west of the city, separated by two streets from Mochizuki, and the area is relatively prosperous.

The entire city meeting was faintly divided into three circles because of the different locations in which it was located.

Of course, Mochizuki Park is also in the city, and there is not much difference between the status and the snow, even if everyone has some prejudice in their hearts, but they will not say it explicitly, which can be regarded as an equal.

In the Li Mansion, the head of the family, Li Qian, sat lazily on a chair, closed his eyes, and talked to Li Xing without a match.

The spring breeze blows, the woods sway slightly, the fragrance is light, and it is extremely pleasant.

On the stone table on the side, the big red invitation with gold writing was placed there, shining with bright gold in the sunshine that was gradually sinking westward, and there was a kind of rich atmosphere.

After saying a few words about the poetry club, Li Qian asked: "Li Xing, I heard that Xian'er promoted Zhao Zhu to a first-class manager?" ”。

Li Xing nodded with a smile and said: "Well, there is indeed such a thing, those boys in my family heard about it, and they all shouted that they didn't seize the opportunity, if they followed Miss Nianxian, they might be able to do first-class stewardship, hmph, they don't look at their catties, and they still want to be first-class stewards."

Li Qian pondered for a moment, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and asked, "What do you think of Zhao Jue?" ”。

Li Xingdao: "Master, this young man is very smart, in business, the ability to deal with problems is very strong, if he is trained, I don't think he will lose to you and me, let alone a first-class manager, even if it is the supreme chief manager, he can do it."

Li Qian waved his hand and said: "Don't hold him too high, doing one thing well does not mean that you can reach the sky in one step, of course, I don't deny his mind, but doing business, it is very necessary to accumulate, he may not be able to survive."

After a pause, Li Qian said softly: "Wait and wait, there is no one available on Xian'er's side, and it was not easy to catch one, of course you can't let it go...... I didn't ask him about his ability just now, but about his character, on the surface, Zhao Chu is gentle and elegant, has a strong bookish atmosphere, treats people and things, has no shelves, and is not too humble when he sees you and me, I appreciate this attitude, but after all, there is not much contact, who knows if he is disguised, I am afraid that Xian'er is too dependent on him, and he will suffer when the time comes."

Li Xing nodded and said: "That's right, but although there is not much contact, the old man has deep experience, if he can't see the traces of disguise at a glance, probably that is his true nature, and Miss's eyesight is not bad."

"Where is he now?".

"I heard that I went back to Jiangning to sweep the tomb, he is from Jiangning, his parents died early, and he has been studying hard, and then he really had no choice, so he came here to be a family."

"Well, in three or four days, it will be Qingming, although the ancestors are far away, the heart of the sacrifice must not be sincere, and the ancestors of our Li Mansion must also pay respects."

In Zhu Lou, Li Nianxian changed into a more festive shirt printed with lotus flowers, went to the jade hairpin, replaced it with a hairpin, and removed all the earrings and jade bracelets, and the whole person regained her capable atmosphere.

Xiaolian Xiaofeng Xiaoyu also changed her clothes, and when it got dark, she set off to visit the Moon Garden and participate in the annual poetry meeting.

"Xiaolian, are the carriages ready?"

"Well, I'll let Laixi prepare, just waiting for departure."

"Laixi? New here? Li Nianxian tidied up her clothes, and when she heard the name, she was very unfamiliar, so she asked.

"No, Miss knows, it's the one who comes from the countryside, looks stupid and stupid, and his cousin worked in the house."

Li Nianxian laughed, nodded and said, "Oh, I remember, is it the one who is the same age as you, but always calls you Aunt Xiaolian...... Cluck...... He likes you very much, so I really don't know."

"I don't like him! Miss loves to joke ......", Xiaolian pouted, very unhappy.

"Actually, it's also very good to be happy, at least after getting married, you will definitely be able to lower him, let him do whatever he wants, and it's good."

"Miss!" , Xiaolian's face turned red, and she muttered: "I just don't marry, and I won't follow him."

"Hee-hee-......", Xiaofeng Xiaoyu said with a smile next to her: "Yes, yes, Sister Xiaolian has such a handsome and talented husband, and if she sees Laixi like that, she will definitely not like it."

"Tear your mouths", Xiaolian didn't dare to contradict Li Nianxian, but she didn't allow Xiaofeng Xiaoyu and the two little girls to interject, so she immediately stretched out her hand to twist the mouths of the two.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, Xiaolian, I asked you to send the paperwork to Zhao Jue, you can send it over", Li Nianxian asked with a smile.

"Ah, I forgot!".

Li Nianxian restrained his smile slightly, and blamed: "To have the current situation, thanks to others, I have to be sincere, of course, it is good to send him in advance, if I wait for him to come back, it will be slack."

Xiaolian sighed and said, "I'll send him to the house now."

Back in the room, taking the paperwork, Xiaolian rushed to Zhao Jue's residence.

She understood what Miss meant, that is, she wanted Zhao Jue to come back and find that the paperwork had arrived, so Zhao Jue would definitely be pleasantly surprised.

After opening the door and looking around the room, Xiaolian stretched out her finger and nodded her chin, and finally fell on the table in the room, and smiled: "Just put him in the drawer."

Walked over and opened the drawer, put the paperwork in, and was about to close it, Xiaolian suddenly saw two poetry books in the drawer, one is the kind of blue-skinned ancient poetry collection that every household has, called the Millennium Swan Song, and the other is very new, only writing the two words Zhao Jie, which seems to be Zhao Zhu's own thing.

"Xianggong also writes poetry?" , Xiaolian couldn't help blinking, curiously picked up the brand-new book of poetry, and opened it casually to take a look.

"There's really a song...... Spring River Flower Moon Night...... It's so long", Xiaolian saw the long poem inside, stuck out her little tongue, and was a little surprised.

In her cognition, writing four lines of poetry is already very good, eight lines of poetry is a master, and this poem seems to be more than thirty sentences.

"The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is ...... the tide", Xiaolian read it silently, she couldn't feel the level of this poem, but she could understand a little bit of the artistic conception, and felt that it was catchy to read, the words were neat and neat, and it was also very rhyming, and her eyes gave off light, and she said happily: "Xianggong he really knows how to compose poems!" ”。

After being happy for a while, Xiaolian suddenly pursed her lips again, and said in a low voice: "Stinky Zhao Zhu, it is estimated that this poem is not very good, so I don't dare to take it out, for fear of embarrassment."

Thinking that Zhao Jue secretly composed poems alone, but didn't dare to show them to others, Xiaolian couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

How can there be success behind closed doors, only by learning more at the poetry meeting of the literary society can we continue to make progress.

Probably because Xianggong became a subordinate of Li's mansion, and he lost his identity as a scholar, so he was embarrassed to communicate.

Thinking like this, Xiaolian felt aggrieved for Zhao Chu in her heart, thought about it, and suddenly took it to heart, took out a piece of paper, transcribed the long poem, and put the poetry collection back into the distance.

"I don't say that it was written by Xianggong, but I just let those talented old people take a look at it, let them talk about the shortcomings of this poem, how to improve it, and then I can convey their words to Xianggong", Xiaolian was happy in her heart, and secretly felt that this idea was good.

Today's poetry club, there are many people who write poems, who cares about this one?