Fu Yuanyuan raised his eyebrows, slowly walked to the window with a teacup in his hand, and squinted.

Baiwei Study is located on West Street, which is not a famous bookstore, and it can even be said that it is not even ranked in the top ten bookstores in Beijing.

But Baiwei Study is one of Shen's industries.

There is no other reason, because my mother loves to read books, so my maternal great-grandfather almost all the books have been dished.

It is not to ask the study to make money, but to collect books from everywhere at any time to pass the time for Shen.

It's just that since the incident with Mama Zhu, the Shen family doesn't read much of the book.

Now that I have a younger brother, I will have no time.

And the care of the study, it stands to reason that it really can't get into Fu Yuanyuan's eyes, and it is enough to let his stewards take care of one or two books.

However, after returning to the capital last year, when I was looking for the foothold of Nishang Building, I happened to have an opportunity with Boss Liu of Baiwei Study.

At that time, I chatted a few words, gave some pointers, and then said goodbye.

And she didn't come here on purpose.

Since marrying into the prince's mansion, the time spent out of the mansion has decreased sharply, and every time I go out of the mansion, I try to deal with as many things as possible.

Today is to make an appointment with the upper and lower stewards of Xicheng District to talk about things in the teahouse, and when I happened to come up, I bumped into Boss Liu, who opened the door to prepare for the book club, and said a few words.

But in just one hour, she has seen the bustle of West Street for a long time.

Squinting his eyes, Fu Yuanyuan took a sip of tea, and his eyes fell on Boss Liu, who was smiling like a Buddha.

This Boss Liu is a usable talent.

"Yinbao, how many stewards are still unfinished?"

Yinbao spread out the small book in his hand: "Niangniang, the stewards of the three shops at the end of the street haven't finished talking, and they are already waiting outside the door." ”

"Call them in and get things done first."

The teahouse began to talk about things, and the downstairs room was very lively, and countless readers were meditating on how to write palindrome poems from the Baiwei study.

"Blue Sky Pavilion, Blue Sky Pavilion ......"

Many people shook their heads and sighed with sad faces, it is not difficult to recite poems, but it is really difficult to write poems with palindromes.

At this time, Pei An and Jin Ping had already avoided all the way and arched Chang Yide to the door of Baiwei Study.

"Brother Yide, take a look at this sentence 'Blue Sky Lin Pavilion', if you want to make the next sentence, how can you be right?"

Chang Yide raised his eyes unhurriedly, stared at the poem banner hanging in front of Baiwei Study, and read it slowly in his mouth.

When he finished, he slowly closed his eyes.

Pei An and Jin Ping stood on both sides, looking at Chang Yide, wanting to urge a sentence and worrying about disturbing his thoughts, the two glanced at each other: "Let's think about it too!" ”

After another half pillar of incense, Pei An and Jin Ping scratched their heads and touched their cheeks, and their heads were blank.

saw Chang Yide suddenly hit the paper fan in his hand, opened his eyes and walked to the bookcase placed in front of the study.

"There you have it, someone has stepped forward to write down the sentence!" Some in the crowd saw Chang Yide's actions sharp-eyed, and suddenly exploded, "Go and see, what kind of poem that person wrote!" ”

"County Lord, Chang Dagongzi seems to have come up with the next sentence." The maidservant stood on tiptoe to look in.

The county lord of Biqing tugged at the corners of his mouth, with Chang Yide's talent, it would be strange if he couldn't match her.

If it weren't for his talented, handsome and elegant, he wouldn't have made her fall in love.

It's just Chang Yide's stubborn and pedantic nature......

Lord Biqing suddenly frowned.

It's really like that man.

In a trance, I heard bursts of chanting from the crowd.

"Good sentence!"

"Good poetry!"

"That's right!"

The county lord of Biqing stared, and his gaze fell on Chang Yide's handsome face.

Boss Liu happily went forward to pick up the poem written by Chang Yide, held it high and read: "The last sentence of this book is 'Blue Sky Linhui Pavilion', and the next sentence of Chang Dagongzi is 'Clear Snow Dotting Mountain Screen'." ”

He read Chang Yide's poems word by word, and looked at the old master who was specially invited next to him with a smile: "Master He, please comment on how Chang Dagongzi's poem is right?" ”

The old gentleman, who was called He Fuzi by Boss Liu, touched a few strands of beard on his chin, shook his head and read it again: "'The blue sky is in the pavilion, and the snow is clear and the mountains are screened. If this sentence is read upside down, it will be 'Pingshan is a little snowy, and the pavilion is close to the sky.' 'Wonderful, wonderful! ”

For a while, the surrounding readers all whispered these two lines of poetry, nodding their heads frequently in praise.

Chang Yide smiled lightly.

"Chang Dagongzi is poetic, and he is really full of literary brilliance!" Although the maidservant of the lord of Biqing County did not understand poetry, she saw that everyone was vying for praise, and she was immediately honored, "It's just a pity that the library card is going to be cheaper Pei An and Jin Ping." ”

Lord Biqing sneered: "That kind of thing, Prince Chang doesn't care about it. ”

"What the county lord said is that although Chang Mansion is honest, but Chang Da Gongzi is the eldest grandson of the mansion, if it weren't for Pei An and Jin Ping, two friends, he would not have pulled down his identity to participate in this kind of activity."

With Chang Yide's next sentence, many readers who have been thinking about it for a long time have stepped forward to write the next sentence that they have pondered.

Boss Liu read them out one by one, and asked He Fuzi around him, and finally thought that Chang Yide's next sentence was the best.

"Is there anyone else who has the next sentence?" Boss Liu touched his round belly and looked around with a smile, "If not, this book will announce the best winner of today's book club." ”

"Wait."

A low, magnetic voice pierced through the tumultuous crowd, "I also thought about it below, and I invite you to taste it." ”

Everyone turned their heads to look at the speaker.

It was a lean and sturdy man, wearing a light-colored brocade robe, with deep facial features, and a jade tree in the wind.

The man was followed by two attendants, and he stepped forward, picked up the pen he had prepared on the table, and wrote down a sentence with a brush.

Boss Liu was still smiling, and went to hold up the written poem: "The next sentence that this son is right is 'Bright Moon Leisure Pavilion'." ”

"'The blue sky is in the pavilion, and the bright moon is in the pavilion.' He Fuzi stroked his beard and nodded while reading, "'The pavilion is idle and the moon is bright, and the pavilion is close to the sky. 'Good sentence! It's also a rare sentence! ”

"This 'Bright Moon Leisure Pavilion' is better than 'Clear Snow Point Mountain Screen'!" Someone praised it loudly.

Someone immediately jumped out to refute: "I privately think that the 'Clear Snow Point Mountain Screen' is neat and tidy, and the artistic conception is better!" ”

Suddenly, the crowd was divided into two groups, some thought that 'Bright Moon Gathering Pavilion' was good, and some thought that 'Clear Snow Point Mountain Screen' was wonderful, and they argued endlessly for a while, which made Boss Liu dumbfounded.

The window on the second floor of the teahouse opposite was pushed open again, and Fu Yuanyuan, who had already finished the interview with the steward, raised his eyes and looked down.

"Niangniang, the poems that Chang Dagongzi originally thought of were going to be the first," Yinbao didn't miss the news of the book club, "How do you know that you can kill a Cheng Biting Jin, and think of a sentence that is equal to him." Now it's going to be noisy. ”

Fu Yuanyuan squinted, and the fingers holding the teacup clenched slightly: "That man is not from Daqing." ”