The sun was slowly tilting, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on this somewhat dilapidated courtyard, and the boy in white, the woman in green and the girl in pink had their own thoughts.

The man in white pondered for a long time before coughing and said, "Madam, I have been taken care of by Brother An for the past six months. Now that I have an accident with Brother An, how can I sit idly by. Mrs. Bu said that these days, I am also quite confused about Brother He's behavior. It's just that I can't live up to Brother An's kindness after all. There is another matter, after all, it is a private matter with Brother An, and I don't want to ask more. ”

"Is there anything suspicious about my husband's behavior?" asked duckweed with a frown as she held the tea.

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes are very good-looking, brown with some blue, maybe he is sick and weak, and there is a faint layer of gray in those eyes. He sighed and said, "Brother He An often comes to talk to me about poetry, and he admires my poetry very much. It's just that there is one thing that I have always been a little worried about. ”

"May I ask what is the matter? Jiang Gongzi doesn't have to hide anything from me, although the slave family is not talented, but the truth is understood, as long as I find my husband, I will never see Jiang Gongzi, nor have I heard what Jiang Gongzi told me. Duckweed promised Jiang Xinghuo very seriously.

The man in white let out a long sigh, took a book from the bookshelf on the side, and said to the duckweed: "These are all poems I have written in the past year. ”

Duckweed opened a few pages and read it briefly, and praised: "Jiang Gongzi is really brilliant, but in just one year, he has written so many poems, and each one is very charming." Whether it is from the choice of words or the intention, I think in today's Bianjing, Jiang Gongzi can be regarded as the leader here. ”

The man in white smiled very embarrassedly: "I don't mind." Mrs. must have just come to Bianjing, and she didn't know the most popular words in Bianjing. Ahem,It just so happens to be the first few songs in Xiaosheng's book.。 ”

Xiaowa was puzzled: "Since the son is already famous, it stands to reason that there should be countless people who will help the son." I heard that many poets of the previous dynasty became famous, but they all relied on their talents to learn, and were raised by the aristocracy as guests, and later they all seemed to mix well. ”

Jiang Gongzi smiled reluctantly: "Little girl, what you see is only a small group of people. Many talented scholars have been lost to history, and even half of their names have not been left. ”

"Jiang Gongzi should have something to mean when he took out these poems, dare to ask Gongzi what is wrong with these poems?" duckweed asked with a frown, drinking tea.

Jiang Xinghuo hesitated, coughed before saying, "These poems, except for Brother He'an, I have never read them with others. First, I didn't pass the imperial examination, and I didn't want to be too famous and become the target of public criticism. The second is that I am not the one who loves to preach. But for some reason, these poems still circulated, and ......"

The man in white paused, his expression was very sad, as if he had lost something important. He said very sadly: "These poems are now widely circulated in Bianjing. Also, it's not my name. ”

Duckweed and Xiaowa couldn't help but be shocked, and duckweed hurriedly asked, "Isn't it Jiang Gongzi's name?"

The man in white shook his head and said, "This is exactly what I don't understand. If Brother He An is really such a person who sells his reputation, those poems should be signed with his name. However, now in Bianjing City, the widely praised person is indeed a person named Qingjun. ”

"The name of those poems is the person named Qingjun?"

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and said, "Exactly." But if it is called today, I am sick and weak, and I have not been able to meet this person named Qingjun in person. So I don't know who this person is? I've always wanted to ask Brother He'an in person, but recently he seems to be busy preparing for the exam, and he hasn't come to the door except to ask someone to bring medicine. ”

"That's a strange thing to say. Duckweed pondered, looked at the poems that Jiang Xinghuo gave her, and asked: "Gongzi just said that there is another strange thing, I don't know what it is?" I also asked Jiang Gongzi to tell me the truth, I can find my husband as soon as possible, and Jiang Gongzi doesn't have to be suspenseful." ”

When the man in white heard this, he let out a long sigh, and then said embarrassedly: "It stands to reason that I shouldn't have interfered in this kind of thing with Brother An, but now that others are gone, I have to say it." ”

"What is the matter?" asked even the little baby curiously.

"Hey. I thought that with a character like Brother An, when I met a beautiful lady like Mrs., I shouldn't go outside to mess with flowers and grass. Jiang Xinghuo blushed a little, as if he was saying something very shameful.

"You mean, Lang Jun is in Bianjing, and there are other women?" Duckweed was very disgusted with Gu Qing's husband's behavior, but at this moment, in order to inquire about the news, he could only ask with an unchanged face, "Jiang Gongzi doesn't need to be polite, it is normal for a man to take a concubine, not to mention that I am not that stingy person." Childe, do you know, my family Langjun, who is the surname of the woman I fell in love with outside, and where is she now?"

Jiang Gongzi shook his head and frowned: "Although Brother He'an is very good to me, I am very dissatisfied with his behavior. Not to mention that the lady is so beautiful, even if she is an ordinary woman, if she is lucky enough to marry her, how can she easily live up to it. Besides, Mrs. came so far from Gusu to find Brother Hean, which is really a bit bold among women.

It's just that Xiao Sheng really doesn't know the details of the woman, but he occasionally saw Brother An carrying an embroidered handkerchief, I thought it was Mrs. You, so I joked if he missed Mrs. at home. Unexpectedly, he immediately changed his face and said that this was a girl named Chunling, so I don't want to talk nonsense. ”

"Just an embroidered handkerchief?

"Later, once I got drunk with Brother An, and I talked a lot of drunken things. It's all ......" Jiang Xinghuo's face turned red again inadvertently, and his skin was a little pale, so his face was red, which was very obvious.

It's really a bit similar to Gu Qing. If Qing'er marries this sick and elegant son, she must be very happy.

Duckweed sighed in her heart, and said with a smile: "You're talking about the girl named Chunling, right?"

Jiang Xinghuo nodded very embarrassedly and said, "That's all I know." As for that Chunling girl, I don't know if she is a girl from a Qinglou or a girl from a good family. I am sick now, and I can't wait to accompany my wife to find Brother He'an in person, and I ask my wife to forgive me. ”

It was slowly getting dark, and Jiang Xinghuo was afraid that his neighbors would gossip, so he only sent duckweed and the little baby to the gate of the courtyard.

Duckweed turned her head to watch the white-clothed slowly cough into the dilapidated room, and felt a little sad.

After listening to Jiang Xinghuo's words, she could already roughly guess the reason for the matter.

It's just that Jiang Xinghuo didn't know that he was being used by others, but he got this result with sincerity.

Duckweed is really sad.

No, she has a way to stop it.

She couldn't let it go any longer this time. After all, isn't fortune-telling and divination the beginning of changing the day and going against fate?