Qin Huaiyu thought about it for a long time, and she decided to believe that Zhang Biwu was safe. She wrote a letter, and there is still a draft here! For the letter to Zhang Biwu, Qin Huaiyu always read it over and over again, and she would send it only if she confirmed that it was the best.

The eldest lady looked at Qin Huaiyu and asked, "Huaiyu, are you really not worried?" Qin Huaiyu smiled and said, "Zhang Biwu is my husband, who else can I trust besides him?" I have no choice but to believe that there is a way to go! He'll be back! No matter what happens outside, home is always a safe haven! ”

Qin Huaiyu looked at the water waves, Zhang Biwu's appearance was reflected in the water, she smiled, and smiled sweetly. She believes in Zhang Biwu.

However, Qin Huaiyu was still sad in her heart, she pretended to be nothing in front of others, and when there was no one, she would cry at what Zhang Biwu left behind.

Even when she thought of Zhang Biwu and a certain woman, she felt sad and painful. She cares! Really care! I would like Zhang Biwu not to accept the task, not to be tested by Lu Xiangsheng, and not to go to Nanjing, to the paradise of men, and to the Qinhuai River, where there are many beauties.

Rao is so, she can only squeeze out her tears, her husband is her god, Qin Huaiyu, who has been influenced by feudal etiquette since childhood, recognizes this principle, of course, more importantly, she loves Zhang Biwu, more than all the people in the world love him!

But now Zhang Biwu is trapped in the gentle township, Zhang Biwu is also a mortal, he knows that Lu Dao has important things to do, but at present, Zhang Biwu has lost his mind. For the beautiful Liu Ruyi, and the interesting Liu Ruyi made Zhang Biwu unable to extricate himself.

Liu Ru likes to compose poems with literati, so she went to the poetry meeting again, Zhang Biwu didn't want to go, but he had to go.

Everyone is making poems or lyrics within a limited time, and once they do, everyone else is judging and shaking their heads.

Zhang Biwu was not born in the imperial examination, nor was he Baguwen, nor was he in the late Ming Dynasty where writing poems and lyrics was fun, he came through time, he was not interested in these, he just sat far away, even if others asked him to come, he didn't want to, even if he asked him to taste it, he was silent.

As soon as you come to the Poetry Society, what can you do if you don't want to participate in it? Either you have to play the piano and sing a song, or you have to paint or write lyrics and poems.

No matter how excited others were, Zhang Biwu was smiling and silent, until Liu Ru was personally invited, Zhang Biwu couldn't help but say a few words.

But he racked his brains, and he had to think about what battles, dualities, etc., and there was a mouth full of people, which gave him a headache, and looking at the literati shaking his head, he didn't want to be like this.

Taking the scenery as the theme, seeing that the incense was about to burn out, Zhang Biwu wanted to admit punishment and drink, but Liu Ru was unhappy, and Zhang Biwu had to make achievements for her face.

Zhang Biwu gritted his teeth, with the scenery, the country and the current situation as the theme, he thought that he usually admired Shi Dakai, the winged king of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, especially Shi Dakai's heroism before the execution, which made him sigh.

For a poem once written by Shi Dakai, Zhang Biwu remembered it in his heart: "Raise the whip and generously visit the Central Plains, not for hatred or kindness." I only felt that the sky was shy, and I wanted to save Yuan Yuan with my bare hands. Ten years of sorrow and sorrow, thousands of ladders like sick apes. I have not been rewarded, and there are traces everywhere in the southeast. ”

Zhang Biwu borrowed Shi Dakai's poems to deal with it, fortunately, this is the end of the Ming Dynasty, who Shi Dakai is, and no one here knows the way.

As soon as it was written, Hou Fangyu took Zhang Biwu's manuscript, and when he looked at it, he said, "Okay! Great! ”

The talented men were anxious and said, "I don't know what Brother Biwu wrote?" Hou Fangyu held the manuscript in one hand, stroked his beard in the other, shook his head, and chanted slowly: "Whip up...... There are cry marks! ”

It was in response to everyone's gratitude for current affairs that I wanted to cry. No, as soon as they heard Zhang Biwu's poem, they all applauded!

They tapped a fan with one hand on the other and said, "Wonderful, wonderful! Yang Youlong exclaimed: "From this poem alone, I can hear the worries and worries of the world first, and the joy and happiness of the world after the world!" Good! If my Ming generals are like you, why worry about the war? It is also easy for Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong and others to exterminate it! As for the Tartars, they can sweep away in one fell swoop and restore my Liaodong! ”

The literati took a closer look, and Zhang Biwu's handwriting was quite good, strong and powerful, which was in line with his status as a military attaché. Some literati thought that Zhang Biwu had been fighting all the year round, and all he held in his hands was a knife handle, and his pen must not be very good, but now that they look at it, they are also convinced.

Chen Zilong was very emotional when he heard it, and he muttered softly: "I only feel that the sky is stubborn, and I want to save Yuan Yuan with my bare hands." ”

He was intoxicated with his eyes closed, shaking his head and chanting, the straps of his Confucian hat shaking. He held the fan in his right hand and kept clapping it on his left palm, "Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

Suddenly, he noticed that the hat was a little crooked, and he immediately put it in order and put it on. Untidy clothes are not good for elegant literati.

One of them put a fan on his back, and he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Good!" Biwu is really both civil and military! Get on the horse to fight, get off the horse and sing poetry! Good! ”

Liu Ru looked directly at Zhang Biwu with affection, and she couldn't imagine that Zhang Biwu would be able to blurt out without thinking about it for a while, and become a poem in seven steps like Cao Zhi. Her heart was filled with admiration.

Zhang Biwu blushed, he couldn't wait to find a hole to get into, because this poem was not made by himself, nor was it a poem written in response, it was stolen from others. Zhang Biwu was ashamed of this, he was not like many people who stole and thought it was his own when no one found out, so he was complacent. Biwu thinks that what is not his own is not his own.

He will not be like the text Lu Xun wrote before Kong Yiji is pedantic, self-deceiving, and wants to save face and suffer the crime: "Stealing a book is not stealing!" "Zhang Biwu is not a person who deceives the world and steals his name.

So in the face of so much praise, Zhang Biwu was not happy, their praise was like a whip beating him, and his conscience was whipped. He was just forced to borrow it to deal with things.

Zhang Biwu felt that he was really unsuitable to be with a literati who was all the same, so he opened his mouth and closed his mouth and said poetry. It is all pedantic and useless, and few of them are practical for the people. The eight-strand essay is empty and nothing, and he only dies reading for the exam.

Others respect Zhang Biwu's wine, but Zhang Biwu doesn't drink it, not to save face, but to feel borrowed from other people's poems to cope, feel guilty, and don't want to drink.

At this moment, Hou Fangyu saw the flaw in Zhang Biwu's poem and asked: "Biwu is worthy of being a general!" There is a lot of drinking horses and the Yellow River, whipping the Central Plains, who is heroic with the heroism! Now that the state affairs are changing, it is the heavens that are stubborn, and we need benevolent and righteous people to save the country! Ha Lu Ha! It's just Biwu, have you been fighting for ten years? There was a lot of flattery in the front, and the questions in the back were what he wanted to say the most. This stumped Zhang Biwu, and he didn't know how to answer.