The sky is getting dark, but the whole city of Hangzhou is brightly lit and full of people.

After Song Jingtian ordered those thieves to be put in prison, he hurriedly led Su Wuming into the Assassin's Mansion, and at this time, the courtyard of the Assassin's Mansion was full of guests, most of them were county magistrates of various states and counties in Hangzhou City, or nobles with famine in Hangzhou City; In addition to these people, there are also many wealthy businessmen and talented people.

At this time, the banquet had not yet begun, so many guests gathered together in twos and threes to chat, and some who knew Su Wuming would come forward to say hello.

Song Jingtian led Su Wuming through the courtyard and entered the living room, at this time there were three people sitting in the living room, one of them was sitting in the center, wearing a historical uniform, thinking that it was Ding Wei; This Ding Wei is burly, with a slightly red face, a tall nose, and slender eyes.

There were two people sitting next to Ding Wei, one of them was thin, and he should be very tall, that person always had a light smile on his face, and he always gave people the feeling that it was autumn, but he was still holding a feather fan, like Zhuge Liang in the Three Kingdoms period.

The other person is about the same size as Ding Wei, but he has a sideways face and slightly smaller eyes, giving people a sense of majesty but funny.

After Su Wuming and the others entered the living room, Song Jingtian hurriedly bowed his hand to Ding Wei and said, "Lord Ding, Master Su is here!" ”

Su Wuming saluted Ding Wei and said, "It's been some time since I came to Qiantang, and I haven't had time to visit Lord Ding, it's negligence, please don't be weird about Lord Ding!" ”

After Ding Wei saw Su Wuming, his eyes narrowed, looking more slender, and after squinting like this, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and then disdain, he had heard of the fame of Dali Temple Si Zhi Su Wuming, and thought that he was a good hand at catching thieves like Song Jingtian, but now that he looks at it, he is just a scholar, and he looks like a thin descendant.

Such a person, is his fame really won by his ability?

Su Wuming saw that Ding Wei's face had changed several times, so he guessed that he judged people by his appearance, and he looked down on himself a little, Su Wuming saw him like this, and was silent for a long time, so he smiled lightly and said, "Lord Ding blames this official?" ”

Although Su Wuming's Dali Temple is not as big as the official rank of the assassin in terms of rank, Su Wuming came from the capital Chang'an and has the right to exercise the Qincha, so there is no problem at all to call him this official instead of a lower official.

It's just that when Ding Wei listened to Su Wuming's words, he was a little unhappy, and after frowning slightly, he said coldly: "Lord Su is busy solving the case, and it makes sense that he didn't have time to come to Hangzhou to play, come, let me introduce you, this is my Assassin's Mansion Don't Drive Zhuge Kong, this is the Assassin's Mansion Changshi Ding Jun." ”

Don't drive and Changshi in the early Tang Dynasty are different names for the same position, both are the adjutant of the assassin history, but by this time of Tang Wuzong, don't drive and the long history have been separated, among which don't drive from the fourth grade, and the long history from the fifth grade, respectively, assist the assassin history to manage the affairs of the state and county, and sometimes don't drive is equivalent to a staff member, doing some things that the scribe does, or giving advice.

After Su Wuming heard Ding Wei's words, he saluted Zhuge Kong and Ding Jun again and again, and the two of them seemed to have the same thoughts as Ding Wei, and they despised Su Wuming very much, so they only made a slight appearance when they returned the salute.

Their behavior was seen by Nangong Yan, and it was very atmospheric, if it wasn't for Wen Wan'er holding her, she would have to make a big fuss about this Hangzhou Thorn Mansion.

After several people met this time, Ding Wei's curiosity about Su Wuming had cooled down a lot, so after ordering Song Jingtian to arrange the affairs of Su Wuming and the others, he took Bei Jia and Changshi to meet the other guests.

Song Jingtian naturally saw that Ding Wei had contempt, but he had seen Su Wuming's power and admired it in his heart, so he took great care of Su Wuming.

About half a pillar of incense after entering the Assassin's Mansion, the guests had almost arrived, and the night had already darkened, and Ding Wei saw that everything was almost ready, so he let people announce the opening of the banquet.

There were many guests, so a banquet was held in the courtyard, and the banquet was divided into two rows, extending from the inside to the outside according to the size of the rank, and Ding Wei sat in the innermost center, facing the wide road.

Although this Ding Wei despised Su Wuming very much, Su Wuming was the director of Dali Temple after all, and he came by order of the emperor, so next to Ding Wei were Su Wuming and his friends and wives, followed by county merchants and talented literati, as well as some military generals.

After the food and drinks were served, the music began, and then there were dancers who came to dance, and these dancers danced gracefully and with the vocal music, as if they were on the moon.

Everyone was eating, drinking, listening to vocal music, and enjoying the wonderful dance, which was really indescribably cool.

After a dance, Ding Wei raised his glass to everyone: "Tonight, you can come to my Hangzhou Thorn History Mansion to celebrate the festival, Lord Ben is very happy, come, let's drink this cup together, and we won't get drunk tonight." ”

Everyone raised their glasses and drank together, after drinking like this, Ding Wei said: "There is wine without music, it seems a little boring, many of the people here are from the imperial examination, and some are talented people, I think tonight in order to help the fun, everyone wrote their own words, and then ordered the Danfeng girl of the Fengyalou to compose a song for everyone to sing?" ”

Ding Wei is such a school, the literati present have expressed their approval, it is a great honor to be able to cooperate in such a scene and have the music composed by Danfeng girl.

Seeing that these literati and scholars were so elated, Su Wuming couldn't help but be a little more curious about the Danfeng girl.

And just when these people were arguing and shouting, Zhuge Kong suddenly said: "There are so many people, even if each person makes a word, there are more than ten or twenty songs, Danfeng girl may not be able to compose all of them, so it's better to make their own words, and then let Danfeng girl choose by herself, Danfeng girl wants to compose music for that song, let her sing that song, what do you think?" ”

Those literati also had a competitive spirit, so they agreed again and again, and said that tonight was Tanabata, and the words they wrote must be related to Tanabata and so on.

After this agreement was made, a woman came with half makeup, and after the woman came, she first said ten thousand blessings to everyone, and then she stepped aside, waiting for others to chant the words, and beside her there was a scribe, who was responsible for recording the words made by the literati, so that the Danfeng girl could compose and sing the music.

After the lyrics began, those scholars and literati chanted their proud works, and when they chanted, Su Wuming glanced at the Danfeng girl, only to see that the Danfeng girl's face was like a peach blossom, her eyebrows were picturesque, and she was elegant and delicate, and occasionally there were good words, so she smiled, she was really a peerless beauty, in order to make this beauty compose music and sing, she was really willing to rack her brains.

After Su Wuming took a look, he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip, looking at his appearance, he didn't seem to have the intention of competing with those literati, which made Wen Wan'er feel very strange, Wen Wan'er was the most careful, from Su Wuming's eyes just now, she could see that Su Wuming admired that Danfeng girl very much, but since she appreciated it, why didn't she make a poem?

After Nangong Yan heard the words of those scholars and scholars, she hurriedly pushed some Su Wuming: "Su Lang, you should also hurry up and make a song!" ”

Su Wuming shrugged: "This kind of excitement, I don't need to make it!" ”

Su Wuming didn't want to join in the fun, there was also a reason, not to mention that he didn't know how to compose lyrics, just now Ding Wei's attitude towards him, only Ding Wei despised himself, that Ding Wei was born as a military general, and he was only afraid and not interested in this poetry and song, just said that, just to kill the boredom, and now if he writes a poem, wouldn't it make Ding Wei look down on himself even more, and it will make him feel that he has no ability at all, and he entered Dali Temple really because he wrote a poem at the beginning.

Su Wuming had no intention of composing lyrics, but after those scholars and literati finished writing, Zhuge Kong suddenly smiled at Su Wuming: "I heard that Master Su originally wrote a poem before entering Dali Temple, so it can be seen that Master Su has a very high attainment in this poetry, why don't you write a poem tonight?" ”

Zhuge Kong's words were full of sarcasm for Su Wuming, which made Su Wuming very unaccustomed to it, but even so, it made Su Wuming unable to refute and excuse himself, otherwise wouldn't it make the people present laugh, making people feel that he Su Wuming didn't have any real talent at all, and when he wrote poems into Dali Temple, it was just luck.

Being embarrassed by Zhuge Kong's design, Su Wuming smiled lightly, drank the wine in the cup, and said: "Since Lord Zhuge wants to see the lyrics of this official, then this official will make a song, and also talk about this Queqiao Immortal." ”

Seeing that Su Wuming was going to compose lyrics, everyone followed and coaxed in, Nangong Yan didn't think there was anything, because she was very confident in Su Wuming, she believed that Su Wuming would definitely be able to make a good song and overwhelm everyone, but Wen Wan'er was worried, after all, she could see that many people present had bad intentions.

At this time, the Danfeng girl also suddenly became interested in Su Wuming, and focused her eyes on him.

Su Wuming put his hand to his lips for a moment, and then groaned:

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

When Su Wuming began to chant, the whole courtyard was still noisy, but when he chanted the last sentence of the twilight, the whole courtyard suddenly quieted down, and many people present were quite literate.

The courtyard was quiet for a long time, and after a long time, a delicate rain suddenly drifted in the night sky, and everyone was woken up by this drizzle, and they applauded this word, and some people praised it as the best word for singing Tanabata.