Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Pure Land of the Heart

In the fourth year of the Great Zhou Qingyuan, on April 26, the figure of spring seemed to be gradually disappearing. The turquoise summer, swaying and dancing.

The Dragon Boat Festival is also approaching, and the pawn vendors on the street have already begun to shout and sell zongzi. Walking on the street, you can smell the sweet smell of glutinous rice and red dates.

However, the current Jiangning is a little weird. Her attention was not on the Dragon Boat Festival, but on the upcoming Qinhuai poetry meeting.

The Qinhuai Poetry Club in Jiangning is one of the best literary events in the Great Zhou, attracting the attention and participation of countless talents in the south of the Yangtze River.

Most of the geniuses in the south of the Yangtze River are elegant talents such as spring flowers and autumn moons, while the scholars in the north have a rough taste from the side plug. They have more vicissitudes and bones than Jiangnan talents, and they care more about the affairs of their family and country. This is also the reason why the Tokyo Poetry Society looks down on the Qinhuai Poetry Society.

Of course, in the eyes of Jiangnan talents, those guys in the north are some rough people who are confused by the wind and sand. Except for standing shirtless in the desert and kissing camels**, he basically knows nothing.

Over the years, the talents of both sides have not given in to each other. Whoever looks at it is not pleasing to the eye. At the poetry meeting on his side, there are often some poems that mock each other, and then they are regarded as classics by many students who share the same hatred.

These things were told to him by the eldest lady of the palace, Wang Tingzhi.

Today is the holding of the Qinhuai Poetry Club, and the evening is the most dazzling moment of the entire Qinhuai Poetry Club. After many rounds of selection, the talented talents will board the flower boat specially drawn by the official. Show off your style.

When the time comes, not only can you see the talented people dancing and writing, chanting poems against each other, but also the famous records on the Qinhuai River to perform.

In the afternoon, Wang Tingzhi and Manager Fang came to the West Cross Courtyard. first looked at the account book that Lu Heng had finished, and then put down the account book with a smile and told Lu Heng about the Qinhuai Poetry Club.

"Miss, too, tonight, right?" Seeing that it was still early, Lu Heng sat down, picked up the tea and talked to Wang Tingzhi about the Qinhuai Poetry Club.

Wang Tingzhi nodded with a smile and said, "Of course, this year's Qinhuai Poetry Meeting is sponsored by my Wang family!" ”

Hear the word sponsorship. Lu Heng was a little surprised. I didn't expect that the concept of sponsorship was already there at this time. The business sense of the ancients is really not to be underestimated.

Wang Tingzhi, who was dancing with flying eyebrows, said how much energy the palace spent on holding this poetry meeting, etc., and then said some words of talented and beautiful women. However, when talking about the previous Qinhuai poetry meeting, a touch of loss flashed on this smart woman's face, and she sighed: "In the past, the eldest brother took me there, but this year, the eldest brother is not here, what a pity!" ”

Looking at Wang Tingzhi's lost appearance, Lu Heng was small in his heart, and he wanted to laugh: Do you want me to go with you, little girl? But think about it for now.

As soon as these words came out, it was difficult to be regarded as a prodigal son by the other party. If you are light, you will be thrown out and the squid will be fired. If it's serious, I'm afraid that I will be beaten, and it is estimated that the medical expenses will not be paid.

"Lu Gongzi will also go tonight, right?" Wang Tingzhi raised her head and asked with a smile.

Lu Heng, who was sipping tea, saw her ask, put down the teacup and nodded with a smile: "Well, go with my sister-in-law." Look at it, huh! ”

"Then does Lu Gongzi have a ticket to go in?" Wang Tingzhi picked up the teacup and asked softly, which made Lu Heng stunned.

After Wang Tingzhi finished asking this sentence, she slanted her face and glanced at Lu Heng, who was stunned. Well, and then looked at it again.

"Still want tickets? Oh no, bills? Lu Heng glanced at Wang Tingzhi in surprise, and then looked at Manager Fang.

Mr. Fang, who had been sitting on the side with a smile like a Maitreya Buddha, nodded and said, "Well, yes, in the past, poetry meetings all required tickets." Doesn't Lu Gongzi know? ”

Lu Heng thought about it, and finally shook his head with a wry smile: "I haven't heard of it!" ”

"Then Lu Gongzi is afraid that he is going to disappoint your sister-in-law!" Wang Tingzhi glanced at Lu Heng with a smile and said with a chuckle.

For tickets, Lu Heng didn't need to pay too much attention to it. Yesterday, Wu Ningyuan and Zhang Wenshan both told themselves that this Qinhuai Poetry Club, with the strength of those two old men, they should ask them for two, there is no problem.

Putting aside the matter of tickets for the time being, Lu Heng felt that Wang Tingzhi's smile today was a bit of a ghost. Well, it's not a ghost, it's a ghost. Like a cunning little fox, his smart eyes are full of little cunning.

Seeing Lu Heng's suspicious look when he looked at him, Wang Tingzhi finally couldn't help but laugh softly. Then, she took out two tickets from her sleeve: "Many people in the palace are going today, I wanted to invite Lu Gongzi to go with me, but I didn't expect Lu Gongzi to have an appointment with her beauty tonight." That's it, I won't delay Lu Gongzi's good deeds, these two tickets will be given to you! ”

After placing the tickets on the table, Wang Tingzhi looked at Lu Heng opposite with curious eyes.

The Great Zhou Dynasty inherited the open social atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty, and the defense of men and women was much more open than that of later generations. Therefore, when Wang Tingzhi talked about these men and women, she also said it.

She knew that Lu Heng had a widow and sister-in-law in her family, and that woman she had seen before.

It was a stunning woman, and her body seemed to be born with the aura of the Jiangnan water town. The flying skirt corners, as well as the elegant temperament, plus the beautiful appearance. Just like Ling Bo's fairy, even Wang Tingzhi was a little thrilled when she saw Liu Qingqing.

Moreover, recently, it has been rumored that the nerd of the Lu family seems to be having an affair with his sister-in-law. In addition, the woman's surname loves gossip, so she asked by the way.

Although the Great Zhou is open, the love between uncle and sister-in-law is still taboo. At this time, Wang Tingzhi's joke about this matter was really a bit abrupt.

Wang Tingzhi was originally a woman with a bright mind, and when she said this, she realized her gaffe. I regretted it in my heart, and secretly scolded myself for not laughing about it. What's more, it's at this time to say it.

It's just that, because of the woman's reserve, she still didn't say anything like an apology.

Unexpectedly, Lu Heng just smiled when he heard Wang Tingzhi's words.

He took a sip of the teacup, his gaze still indifferent. However, did not look at the two tickets on the table.

When Mr. Fang heard that the young lady was talking about the incident in Lu Heng's house, he felt a little bad in his heart. Just when he didn't know how to resolve this dull and embarrassing atmosphere, Lu Heng put down the teacup and glanced at the sky outside the window. smiled and said to the two of them, "Oh, it's almost dark." Hehe, I'll quit first, farewell! “

After saying that, Lu Heng got up, and after gently arching his hand to the two of them with a smile, he turned around and walked out of the door.

Before leaving, Lu Heng hadn't forgotten to take away his only belongings. The abacus that Liu Qingqing bought for herself.