Feng Xiuwen has been living a dark life recently. was upset, and inexplicably a bunch of matchmakers came to the door to say goodbye to his aunt.

If it weren't for his aunt repeatedly insisting that the person was not found by her, and even driving out the matchmaker who came to the door in a big rage, he would have suspected that his aunt wanted to remarry.

I can't stay at home, and I can't stay in the academy, what kind of county order daughter, who is obviously familiar with the female virtue and female rings, but can do this kind of behavior to block him every day, it's just...

If you are upset and irritable, you can't study with peace of mind, this is not the way.

"Xiuwen, frowning like that?" A handsome young man in a royal blue robe asked.

The place where Feng Xiuwen is now is a small manor, and the owner of the manor is surnamed Xu, whose name is Zhiyuan, that is, the young man who has just been questioned.

Xu Zhiyuan is twenty this year, and he has not been tested for Xiucai, as a child, after seeing Feng Xiuwen's literary brilliance, he highly respects him.

Today, through the poetry meeting, he invited Feng Xiuwen to come.

A poetry club, of course, is not just the two of them, no, as soon as Xu Zhiyuan finished asking, a young man answered him.

"It's still like that, of course, because of the young lady of the county order's family, that Miss Chen, hehe, is worthy of her reputation."

The meaning of this well-known legend is profound.

The young man who spoke was also handsome.

If you look closely, you will find that he is the young man who appeared at Zhang Heng's house before and asked Zhang Heng if the person who confronted people in the hall was Lin Yue.

The young man came, but it is conceivable that Zhang Heng also came, and he was looking at Feng Xiuwen thoughtfully.

He remembered that his cousin Yue's ex-fiancé was surnamed Feng and his name was Xiuwen.

Is that him?

Zhang Heng's doubts were now answered by no one for him, and Feng Xiuwen became even more irritable when he heard this.

In the past, Lin Yue looked at him from afar, and he felt inexplicably irritable, but now this county magistrate blocked him every day, shouting to marry him, making him depressed to death.

The young man who spoke just now is called Su Bingwen, like Xu Zhiyuan, he is also a child, and for Feng Xiuwen, his heart is half envious and half sour.

Seeing that Feng Xiuwen heard his words, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he continued: "According to me, Brother Xiuwen, you can marry Miss Chen."

Before he could say this, someone said in a loud voice: "Brother Xiuwen, don't listen to him, this Miss Chen, with a mediocre appearance and a bad temper, if you marry her, it's over."

"I think it's because Miss Chen didn't take a fancy to you, so you say this about Miss Chen, if Miss Chen had a crush on you, you would have been a groom a long time ago." Su Bingwen said.

The small flower hall, because there are people with different opinions, the atmosphere instantly becomes delicate.

Xu Zhiyuan, as the master, looked at the two who spoke, and hurriedly asked his subordinates to bring up the pen and paper, and said: "Let everyone come today to discuss poetry, don't argue about these irrelevant things."

Zhang Heng and Xu Zhiyuan have a good relationship, and they don't want to watch their classmates quarrel.

stood up and walked towards the desk, and said, "Zhiyuan is right, we are here to discuss poetry, do you have any proud works recently?"

After speaking, seeing that everyone did not speak, he continued: "Then I'll throw bricks and lead the jade first."

As he spoke, he began to write on rice paper.

"The prime of life will not come again, it will be difficult to come again in the morning, and the time should be encouraged, and the years will not treat others." (Note: Excerpts from Tao Yuanming's poems.) ）

After he finished writing, Xu Zhiyuan finished reading, pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "The years are really unkind, I feel that I am old."

"Pull it down, we're generally old, if you're old, then don't I have to be old too?" Su Bingwen said.

"By the way, have you heard?" A short young man said mysteriously.

And all the people looked at him in unison.

The young man was dressed in a tooth-white robe, with a water chestnut horned face, and his facial features were very distinctive, with squinted eyes, a hooked nose, and a big mouth.

Knowing that no one had heard of it, he became proud, his mouth was wide open, and the corners of his mouth were close to the base of his ears.

"What have you heard? Say it quickly, what is the sale? Su Bingwen said impatiently.

The young man's surname is Chen, his name is in the son's period, and his father serves as a master in the county government.

He stood up and walked to the middle of the hall and said, "I heard from my father that Old Lady Chen brought the Ninth Princess to our county."

"The matter of Old Lady Chen's arrival in Chuanyuan County is that all children have heard about it, and the Ninth Princess has been following Old Lady Chen for three years, what's so strange? I thought it was something, it was mysterious. Su Bingwen said disdainfully.

Chen Ziqi was a little annoyed by Su Bingwen's attitude, and was about to have a seizure, seeing that everyone seemed to agree, he hurriedly said: "It's not just this, the county has recently been under martial law, do you know why?"

His father told him not to say this, but now for the sake of face, he doesn't care.

"Just say it, what is my mother-in-law doing?"

"Yes, straight to the point."

"Don't mother-in-law."

Everyone coaxed, Chen Ziqi smashed his mouth, beckoned everyone to lean over, and whispered: "My father said that Dingguo Hou wants to find someone to come out and get rid of him."

"Spies? Have spies infiltrated our country? Someone exclaimed.

"Shouldn't it be a spy?" Su Bingwen, who thinks he has a good sense of politics, turned his mind and said, "Could it be the prince of King Jing?" I had heard that he was in the army of Nanjing before. ”

"It can't be the prince of King Jing, I heard that the prince of King Jing has already returned to Beijing."

As soon as these words came out, the scene fell silent for a while, and even the slight breathing of each other could be heard.

"If it was the prince of King Jing, the Marquis of Dingguo wouldn't dare to make such a big move." Zhang Heng pondered for a moment and said.

"That's right." The crowd agreed.

Then the room was quiet again.

"Have you all seen the Nine Princesses?" Someone asked suddenly.

Everyone shook their heads in unison, and Su Bingwen said: "I haven't seen it, but I've heard of it, and I said that it was disfigured, and the current appearance can scare children into crying."

"Scare a child into crying? Exaggerated, right? ”

Su Bingwen waved his hand: "It's not an exaggeration at all, you think, if it weren't so scary, would she, a pampered princess, be able to walk around in order to treat the scars on her face?"

"That makes sense," the person who recognized Su Bingwen nodded hurriedly, "You say, will Your Majesty find her a horse in next year's new science and technology school?" ”

The crowd was silent.

"You haven't been admitted to a single showman, what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about Brother Xiuwen, Brother Xiuwen is both talented and beautiful, and it is very possible to be recruited as a colt."

Hearing this, Feng Xiuwen frowned, because he grew up in the girl's admiring eyes since he was a child, which nurtured his narcissistic heart, so he felt that Su Bingwen's worries were justified.

If the time comes, he really wants to give him the ugly ninth princess to marry, what will he do?

Although a woman's appearance is not the most important thing, it is still a little uncomfortable to marry a wife with a damaged face.

Zhang Heng patted Su Bingwen and said: "It's a little early to worry about this now, it is said that next year's question maker is Lord Ruilin Cheng, the first person of the Hanlin Academy, he has always been tricky in his questions, and it is not so easy to get good results, you have to spend time studying it."