"Then why have you been complimenting him on his calligraphy since you came back today? On weekdays, you were by my side when I approved the excerpt, and I didn't see you complimenting me on my good writing. Wen Yiheng's tone also carried a little grievance and vinegar.

Su Jiudong took out the gentleness and patience that he usually coaxed Su Ting'an to coax Wen Yiheng.

"That's because I usually read too much of your calligraphy, and I naturally take it for granted that you can write well, so I will look sideways at people who are good at writing in the side of the side."

"Listening to the description of the shopkeeper Qin, that Gu Gongzi should not be a border person, and it is estimated that he is fooling people when he talks about entering Beijing to take the exam, and it is ......."

Wen Yiheng's eyes narrowed, and he asked meaningfully: "Are you drawing people's calligraphy fresher than mine?" ”

Su Jiudong burst into a smile: "I haven't even seen the face of that Gu Gongzi, and I have never had such a thought, you don't have to think about it too much...... In my heart, you have always been the first person to write calligraphy! ”

Wen Yiheng's tone suddenly raised: "Do you still want to meet that Gu Gongzi?" ”

Su Jiudong was a little caught off guard, Wen Yiheng was completely awkward like a woman, this was a side that Su Jiudong had never seen before, he couldn't hold back his laughter for a while, and finally laughed: "Are you making trouble with me?" Hahaha......"

Wen Yiheng also laughed, but there was still a hint of resentment in his tone: "I just want you to care more about me...... After coming back from the cloth shop today, you have taken care of Gongzi's long-term and short-term care, and you have no scruples about my feelings at all. ”

Su Jiudong pushed his hand unimpressedly, and subconsciously blurted out: "We are not all old husbands and wives anymore, you still care about these little things..."

After Su Jiudong finished speaking, he realized that the two were not married, let alone an old husband and wife, but the two of them have always been together, and they do get along in the same way as many old husbands and wives.

"Old husband and wife...... We haven't announced the relationship yet, and we don't even have a marriage ceremony, but you give us a chance to become an old husband and wife......" Wen Yiheng seized every opportunity to "force marriage" to Su Jiudong.

Su Jiudong's laughter turned back to a wry smile: "The time is not right, the situation is not compatible, I really can't help it, you can also be considerate and considerate of me." ”

The current situation in the court is indeed not suitable for them to announce their relationship or even get married, so Su Jiudong and Wen Yiheng have always put the overall situation first, and they have postponed the marriage again and again by default.

In Su Jiudong's opinion, the children were born anyway, and they were sent to his "base camp" Guogong Mansion by Wen Yiheng, and they couldn't run away, and the marriage was just a matter of time.

But Wen Yiheng is different, because the marriage has not yet been decided, he is very worried about Su Jiudong, and one day she will be attracted by something strange and run away, only by tying Su Jiudong and him together with marriage, he can feel at ease.

Su Jiudong didn't know Wen Yiheng's true thoughts, he only felt that what he said was like a ruthless scumbag who abandoned his wife and children, and turned his face ruthlessly, and at this time, Wen Yiheng, who was unhappy with his face written on his face, seemed to be a resentful woman......

Su Jiudong felt as if he had a magical fantasy, and couldn't help but pull his face.

Wen Yiheng hurriedly took Su Jiudong's hand and said nervously: "I'll just say it casually, what are you doing with yourself?" Don't hurt yourself for no reason. ”

"Just to see if I'm dreaming." Su Jiudong replied casually and began to stutter the gravy rice that Wen Yiheng had mixed.

Wen Yiheng was puzzled: "What kind of dream?" ”

Su Jiudong swallowed the fragrant gravy rice and replied directly: "In the past, you were very steady and self-controlled, and you would not be jealous and resentful like today...... So I wondered if I was in a dream. ”

Wen Yiheng's face froze, and he returned to his previous steady: "I will lose my temper in front of you this time today, and I will try not to embarrass you in the future, but you can't change your mind, you can't care about me, and you can't look down on others for half a point." ”

Su Jiudong nodded like pounding garlic: "Okay, well, I promise you that I will never change my mind." Unconsciously, Su Jiudong talked about the promise between lovers that seemed to be opened by a man.

After eating and drinking, the two of them went back to the room to wash, and fell asleep, without a book all night.

On the second day, Wen Yiheng and Su Jiudong arrived as scheduled, and arrived at the cloth pavilion at the appointed time.

Because Wen Yiheng and Su Jiudong directly interpreted the poems in front of the shopkeeper Qin yesterday, they could directly "brush their faces" to enter, and they didn't need to write the poems on the paper at all, and then hand them over to the officials who inspected them at the gate of the cloth pavilion.

There is an official messenger to lead the two to a different courtyard from yesterday, this is a courtyard built near the lake, according to the victory of the whole lake, the east can look at Luoshui, the west can reach the Yazhou Mansion, the south can reach the open road avenue, the whole Luoshui inner lake scenery can be seen at a glance.

There are two buildings in the courtyard, two white walls, and the building on the left has a wooden stack leading to the water, connecting the water pavilions, which is extremely elegant.

Tables and chairs are set up in the courtyard, red candles are lit on the table, specially selected pen, ink, paper and inkstones are placed, and the long wooden table of ash is filled with all kinds of fresh fruits and wine and delicacies for the literati who come to participate in the poetry fighting meeting to eat and eat.

On the second floor of the platform, the Qin shopkeeper announced the rules of the Doushi Club to everyone, and said the theme of today's Doushi Club: Dream Chinese

"Now it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, combined with the moonlight tonight, today I will fight the poem with the theme of 'Autumn Moon'...... The rules are the same, but yesterday there were twenty fighting poems left on the wall, and today there can only be fifteen. ”

"Therefore, those who have literary ideas can write the poems on the paper as soon as possible, and then select the ten best poems in the final hour, and then leave their own ink treasures on the white wall."

As soon as the words fell, the courtyard was suddenly full of people.

Su Jiudong was not in a hurry to put down the poem, so he only discussed it with Wen Yiheng in a low voice: "I can only leave ten... There are about 30 people who came to participate in the poetry competition today, less than half of the proportion, and the competition is quite fierce. ”

Wen Yiheng shook his head slightly: "I don't think it's too intense, the ladies in the capital chant poetry at the party, and only the top three will be determined when they raise their pens and paint, such as this poetry meeting can have ten places, which can be regarded as broad." ”

"Besides, just yesterday I saw the ink on the wall in the courtyard, and some of the poems were not as good as Feng Yingying's." So in Wen Yiheng's view, such a poetry fight is just a small fight.

Su Jiudong didn't say a word after hearing this, and buried his head in contemplation.

Seeing that Su Jiudong was silent, Wen Yiheng gently pushed Su Jiudong's left shoulder and asked quietly, "You haven't come up with an idea yet?" ”

Su Jiudong said in a low tone: "I have always had ideas, but there are too many poems related to 'Autumn Moon', and I can't think of which one is the best for a while." ”

Wen Yiheng comforted and encouraged: "Don't seek the best, but seek the most suitable, if you think of the right one, you might as well talk to me, there is no first, no one can judge which poem is the best in the world." ”

Su Jiudong looked around, looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and then turned his gaze to the pavilion on the water.

There is a bright moon in the sky, and the sky is clear and the water is clear. As far as the eye can see, the distant mountains are covered with veils, and the willows are smoked near. The shopkeeper of Qin deliberately chose tonight's poetry meeting by the lake, and with this moonlight, it can indeed stimulate people's poetry.

At this time, there were already many literati who admired the moonlight on the lakeside, and faced the moon, with thousands of thoughts, Su Jiudong also chose the poems in his heart at this time, and only spit out two words: "Jianghua..."

When everyone picked up the pen and wrote on the paper hotly, a sound of poetry gradually rose, and Su Jiudong only said two words, one person was late, standing at the entrance of the courtyard, and read the poem aloud, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Jiang Hualu is not shining, and the people on the side dare not discuss. At the beginning of the autumn snowfall, the moon rises in the west of the river. ”

Su Jiudong saw that the man was so slender and tall, and he was dressed in a familiar white dress, dressed simply but elegantly and vulgarly, and his appearance was also very familiar...

Su Jiudong immediately remembered the belated writer in front of him, who was under the stage of praying for rain at the opening of the altar in the West Surrender City that day, helping Su Jiudong educate the man in white who had returned to his subordinates.

Su Jiudong muttered: "Is it him?" ”

During Su Jiudong's distraction, the shopkeeper Qin hurriedly stepped forward to greet the man in white, and his mouth was very respectful: "It turned out to be Gu Gongzi!" I haven't seen you since the beginning of today's poetry fight, and I thought you wouldn't be there today. ”

The Gu Gongzi saluted the shopkeeper Qin and said politely: "When I came, there were some things delayed on the road, and I was dragged by Lord Changshi to drink a glass of wine, so it was delayed, and I ask the shopkeeper Qin not to mind." ”

Shopkeeper Qin saw that Gu Gongzi was still a little drunk and hazy, and even when he was drunk, he was still stepping on the moonlight, stepping on square steps, and rushed to the cloth pavilion to go to the poetry meeting, so he went to prepare the sobering tea.

Wen Yiheng saw Su Jiudong staring at that Gu Gongzi and lost his mind, so he leaned close to her ear, put his arm behind Su Jiudong, and gently pressed it: "You see that he can see it so distractedly, can you still read the unfinished poem just now?" ”

Su Jiudong was already a little distracted: "No need to read it, he just read out the poem I liked just now, and the hidden head of the poem 'Autumn Moon by the River' is exactly what I thought." ”

Before Su Jiudong could retract his eyes, Wen Yiheng grabbed Su Jiudong's shoulder, turned her back to the courtyard gate, and also turned her back to the Gu Gongzi.

"He can read the verse you just wanted to say, but it's just a coincidence...... Now that he's read it all, you can think about another one. ”

Su Jiudong originally had many poems related to Qiuyue in her heart, so she quickly came up with a second one, but she was not in a hurry to put pen to paper on the paper, but first said to listen to Wen Yiheng:

"The grass on the riverside is green, and the border generals are not ashamed. Autumn is unbearable, and the moon is peaceful and zen for a long time. The hidden head of the poem is still the four words "autumn moon by the river".

Wen Yiheng savored it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion: "There is a sense of homesickness and sorrow in the poem, and the verses of Emperor Taizong are used in the poems...... You can put pen to paper right on the paper. ”

Su Jiudong looked around again, the surrounding environment gradually quieted down, and many primitive people began to sharpen ink and write, and write hard.

Su Jiudong took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to hold the brush, licked the tip of his nose full of black ink, and was only a fine distance away from the snow-white paper, but he refused to start the pen for a long time.

Wen Yiheng asked in a low voice of concern: "What's wrong with you?" ”