Holding calligraphy and painting down the steps of the Tang family's old house, Pei Yun gently pulled the car door and sat in the driver's seat, looking at the calligraphy and painting in his hand, still doubting in his heart.

The old man gave her a pair of words when he was fine, what did he mean?

Puzzled, she unfolded the rice paper in her hand again.

"Looking forward to the flow of water in the west, and looking forward to success?"

That's not right!

She remembered that this poem should be a poem by Ye Mengde in the Song Dynasty - "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou * Shouyang Lou Bagong Mountain".

How can there be any "west flowing water", it should be "east flowing water", this is written backwards!

Written backwards?

Pei Yun sat up straight.

The old man is very knowledgeable, and it is impossible to write the poems wrong, and even if he remembers them wrongly, he will not make the common-sense mistake of "flowing west", which is obviously deliberate.

"Turning to the West ......"

Isn't it Xipan?

Moreover, the word "Gu" in the back is written in a flamboyant and domineering manner, because there are many strokes in the original, and then it is deliberately written flamboyantly.

In the whole picture, it also becomes more and more prominent.

Before and after the contact, it was not difficult for Pei Yunqing to think of what the old man really wanted to write -

Gu, West, Pan?!

So......

Does the old man want to remind her to be careful of Gu Xipan?

Or is it ......

The reason why Tang Zishuang knew about her and Tang Moshen was because of Gu Xipan?

Or, both?!

Raising his face from the words that were still floating with the fragrance of ink, and looking at the vermilion lacquer gate of the old mansion not far away, Pei Yunqing couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

Even though the old man was still angry with her, he still remembered her in his heart and tried his best to remind her.

Raising her hand to push the car door, she had the heart to get out of the car and go in, thought about it, and closed the door again.

The old man obviously hadn't forgiven her at this time, and it would embarrass him to go in like this.

It's better to give him a little more time and take it slowly.

Seriously rolled up the letter, Pei Yun lightly fastened his seat belt and started the sports car.

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As the National Day approached, there happened to be a visit from several important countries.

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the Presidential Palace is also extraordinarily grand.

In order to ensure safety, martial law has been put on several surrounding streets, and other relevant media are not allowed to enter, except for reporters designated by the presidential palace.

When Pei Yun drove to the presidential palace, it was already the beginning of the day.

She had already spoken to Tang Moshen on the phone before, and the other party was already in the park, handed over the car to the staff in charge, and she came directly to the back garden of the presidential palace according to the signs.

In the back garden, modern lighting fixtures are complemented by exquisite traditional palace lanterns.

On the river in the park, there are two flower boats, the band on the boat performs Jiangnan silk and bamboo live, and the boat on the other side is dressed as a woman of Chang'e, dancing to the music before the full moon of the shadow.

The lighting and water colors echo each other, creating a mysterious and elegant oriental atmosphere.

The guests came and went, or walked in groups, enjoying the dance and those exquisite palace lanterns.

Pei Yun looked left and right, didn't see Tang Moshen, took a glass of wine from the tray in the waiter's hand, she walked forward, looking for his figure.

Turning over a hedge, I came to the river, and saw a few people chatting with wine glasses under the lanterns on the bridge from a distance.

One of them, who was noticeably taller than the others, was dressed in a crisp suit with a handsome face reflecting the shadow of the lights.

From a distance, you can only see a silhouette trimmed with gold edges, but it is as moving as a close-up shot in a movie.

With just one glance, Pei Yunqing recognized that it was Tang Moshen.