The crescent moon is like a new hook, and the night is dyed.

Yan Qingge and Yan Xiuyu dressed up and walked out of the door.

Yan Xiuyu's clothes are basically luxurious, colorful style, Yan Qingge looked for a long time, before she turned out a dark robe that was not eye-catching, she changed her clothes, combed her hair on the top of her head, put on a scholar's headscarf, only tied a jade pendant on her waist, and drew her eyebrows with charcoal, looking like a beautiful son.

Yan Xiuyu, who was wearing lake green clothes, stood beside her, like a woman dressed as a man.

The two rode in a carriage and walked towards the Siyuan Building mentioned on the invitation.

Siyuan Building is a famous restaurant in the city, and today it was contracted down as a place for poetry meetings. Tonight's Siyuan Building is brightly lit, and there is laughter and talking coming out of it, which is not very lively, but you can hear the words and laughter, and everyone is happy.

Yan Qingge and Yan Xiuyu handed over the invitation, and Xiao Er at the door looked at them in surprise, but let them in.

After entering the door, Yan Qingge's eyes lit up, and he saw that tables and chairs and seats were set up in the hall, which were divided into two sides, and the people were almost the same.

At the top sat an old man in his fifties, wearing a purple robe, who could wear Zhu Dai Purple, and he had to be a member of the two grades or above, and he was a special guest at this poetry meeting. If Yan Qingge guessed correctly, he would be the one who got through the question.

Yan Qingge couldn't guess his identity, so he didn't guess randomly. At this time, others found that two little beans had entered the house and cast curious glances.

Yan Xiuyu was watched by everyone, but he was even more excited, and bowed down and said, "I am Yan Xiuyu, a student of Le Yi, and I came here as a substitute teacher." ”

Yan Qingge just wanted to say that he was Le Yi's nephew, and came on behalf of his uncle, but suddenly found that there was one in the crowd that she recognized, it was Wei Qiao.

Last time at the eldest princess's banquet, Yan Qingge, Ling Xiao and Ning Minzhi made a big splash, even if she drew her eyebrows thickly now, Wei Qiao would definitely be able to recognize her.

Yan Qingge beat the drum in her heart, if Wei Qiao revealed her identity, it would be really bad for her to run to the place where these men gathered. She never expected that the aristocratic young man who went to Princess Rouhui's mansion to have fun, and the one who could get the top spot in the exam, was really a big mistake!

Wei Qiao glanced at her with a smile, did not speak, only lowered his head and took a sip of tea. Yan Qingge put his heart back in his stomach and saluted with his fists: "I am Yan Xiaozhu, Le Yi's nephew, and I came here on behalf of my uncle." ”

"Are you a descendant of Yanqiu?" Suddenly, a man in his thirties asked.

Yan Qingge nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

"Haha, my ancestors were taught by Yan Qiu. Tonight, I have to listen to the teachings of Xiaoyou to see if I have the blessings of my ancestors. He laughed.

Suddenly, those questioning eyes dissipated a lot.

The Yan family in the capital, except for the current head of the family, Yan Songnian, the previous generations were still very knowledgeable, and there were several great Confucians who did not embellish the reputation of their ancestor Yan Qiu. Scholars still have a little respect for the Yan family in the capital.

"But I can't listen to Brother Le play Guanglingsan tonight, it's not beautiful." Someone lamented.

"What are you afraid of, the Guangling Sanqu score was originally found by Le Yi's niece in the Yan family, and then transferred to him. Yan Xiaoyou, who wants to come today, can also play. Yes and no? ”

Yan Qingge stiffened his head and smiled: "Xiaozhu can play, but it's a pity that he is not good at learning and art, and he is not as good as his uncle." ”

The crowd burst into a good-natured laugh, accommodating the two of them.

After a while, the poetry meeting officially began.

The old man on the stage stood up and said with a smile: "The old man Ning Chenglin, at the invitation of his nephew Wei Qiao, is not only the host of today's poetry meeting......"

As soon as she heard the three words Ning Chenglin in front of her, Yan Qingge felt a "boom" in her heart, and she didn't hear a word clearly about what the old man on the stage said behind her. Isn't Ning Chenglin Ning Minzhi's father, the right minister?

If the fraud case happened as usual and the right minister was beheaded, her family would definitely not end well. In addition, Wei Qiao is also here today, the Wei family and the Ning family still have a marriage contract, something really happened, and neither of the Ning family nor the Wei family can escape. Where Ning Minzhi drifted to later, naturally no one knows. It's no wonder that before she was reborn, she had never heard of Ning Minzhi's name.

If she hadn't decided to come to save these people and prevent the fraud from happening, who would have known that she had unknowingly saved her good sister Ning Minzhi's family.

When also? Fate!

Finally calmed down, those lifters have begun to discuss the disaster sentence by sentence, and think about how to deal with it, and at the same time began to write poems.

No one was embarrassed by Yan Qingge and Yan Xiuyu. The two grades of them are still too young, only about ten years old, and even if they have begun to learn poetry, they still can't compare with them.

Yan Xiuyu's eyes were shining, looking at these adults' mouths full of family and country, and he was very eager to try. It's a pity that after listening to it for a while, he hung his head, because he didn't understand a lot of what those people said. It's not that the kind of person who is full of mouths doesn't understand, but what people say is beyond the scope of his cognition.

The names of places in their mouths, the ancients who were good at managing waters, and the response to various disasters, citing scriptures and classics, are all unheard of by Yan Xiuyu.

Yan Xiuyu suddenly felt that the world was so big, and he saw such a small and small bit, just like the frog sitting in the well and watching the sky in the story.

In the past, he always felt that he had never shed a tear, and he was the best person in the world. Later, after reading with Le Yi, I learned that the world is not just a small place like the capital, and he is not the most powerful person in the world, Le Yi is-although Le Yi does not admit it. Today, he understands even more that in this world, I am afraid that it is really like what Le Yi said, the world is infinitely vast, there are many heroes and talents, there are many people, even Le Yi can hardly look at the back of his neck.

However, there will come a day, as long as he works hard, he will be able to catch up, and he will not be under these people, right?

The high candle burns inexhaustibly, and the wine urn by urn is written one by one.

Yan Qingge propped his cheeks, and his eyes fell on Wei Qiao.

Wei Qiao was dressed in blue, drank some wine, his eyelids and cheeks were slightly red, and his face was peachy.

Wei Qiao is the best-looking and generous young man Yan Qingge has ever seen in his two lives combined, and his knowledge is also top-notch.

Before she was reborn, she thought that Zhu Mao, who she married, was already one in a hundred beautiful men, but compared with Wei Qiao, she was simply compared to the mud. If you just look at your face and count the world, I'm afraid that only when Yan Xiuyu grows up can you compare with him now.

She couldn't help but be a little jealous of Ning Minzhi, Ning Minzhi married into the Wei family, how happy it was to be able to see such a beautiful man every day. It's a pity that the age difference between her and Wei Qiao is too big, and when she reaches the age of fifteen or sixteen years old to be married, Wei Qiao's children are afraid that they will be all over the place.

Yan Qingge's thinking is divergent, and she seriously considers her marriage, in this life, she will never marry to the Xinguo Mansion again, and she will never marry the prince who is sick and crooked and hung up after the age of thirty.

She must think carefully, what good sons and daughters are in this capital, at least not too much worse than Wei Qiao.

The banquet has come to an end.

So far, a total of 67 poems have been written, and everyone has thought of a 10,000-word plan for curing the level of disasters, which has been recorded by a special person.

As for the leaders who wrote poems and suggestions, they were all drunk, and several of them had fallen, and no one had the strength to mention the matter of letting Yan Qingge play the piano.

Wei Qiao was also drunk. He is drunk and looks better than others, his black hair hangs down two strands, his face is red, and his eyes are hazy, as if he contains a bright moon in the water, rippling and terrifying.

Ning Chenglin on the stage was also not lightly drunk, with a big tongue, staring in confusion, standing up crookedly, and pulling his throat and said, "Everyone, in a few days...... In a few days...... Test...... Took the exam......"

Yan Qingge heard him talk about the exam abruptly, and suddenly felt that something was not good, so he stood up suddenly, rushed up with a few arrows, and sat Ning Chenglin down at once, shouting: "Lord Ning is drunk!" What about Xiao Er, is there any decanting soup? ”

The service of this shop is still very thoughtful, the decanting soup is prepared early, listen to Yan Qing's song, and immediately ask people to send it up.

Yan Qingge and Yan Xiuyu poured Ning Chenglin two bowls of soup together, and didn't let him talk nonsense in the middle.

After a quarter of an hour's effort, the decanting soup that Ning Chenglin drank had a role, and he was a little sober, he still had a memory, thinking of what he almost said, he was so frightened that his head was covered with cold sweat, and the wine woke up in an instant.

He has been small and cautious all his life, and he can't imagine that he will almost capsize in the gutter tonight, which is really careless!

He looked at Yan Qingge and Yan Xiuyu with complicated eyes, if it weren't for these two children, it would be a big deal today. Don't look at the people below who are all drunk, but there are still people in charge of recording the poems of this poetry club awake. These scribes are not his disciples, and if they are sued, all those who are doing it will be doomed.

Yan Qingge saw that Ning Chenglin had come to his senses, smiled at him, and said, "Lord Ning, everyone is almost drunk, so let's disperse this seat." ”

Ning Chenglin nodded, and with a stomach full of fright and introspection, he took the lead in leaving the table.

Yan Qingge's task was completed, her mood was surprisingly refreshing and comfortable, she felt light and full of strength, and she couldn't wait to scream twice to the sky to express her joy.

Today, she changed the fate of many people on the table, and also made Da Zhou have more pillars of talent, she is so happy.

Although as a woman, she was not allowed to enter the palace of the country or participate in national affairs, but she used her prophetic ability to save others and indirectly affect the country. Even if those who were rescued didn't know, she still felt that what she was doing was meaningful. Compared with this, the intrigue and dirty things in the inner house suddenly became not worth mentioning.

When the Yan family sent Yan Qingge home, it was already the middle of the night. Ruyi saw that Yan Qingge had not gone home, for fear that something would happen to her outside, so she waited hard, and when she saw her, she cried out. On the contrary, Yan Songnian, a genuine father, ignored her.

After comforting Ruyi, Yan Qingge fell asleep sweetly, and even in his dream, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.