Liu Qing out of the village, stopped in front of a green bush shaded in front of the mansion, the house is brightly lit, in front of it is a high wall, about two meters high, covered with black tiles, the wall head is built into undulating waves, the top is a red lacquer door, there is a black gold nan wooden board hung on it, the black plaque on the board is written "Chen Mansion" two gilded characters, there are two sleepy little guys standing at the door, there is a piano sound and the sound of music faintly come.

After being reported into the courtyard, I saw that the entrance was a zigzag verandah, and the stones under the steps were spread into a road. There are two or three small rooms above, one bright and two dark, and there are beds and chairs in them. There is a small door from the inside room, and out there is the backyard, where there are large pear blossoms and plantains. There were two more small regressions. A gap suddenly opens under the wall of the backyard, the clear spring is a faction, the ditch is only a few feet, poured into the wall, around the edge of the house to the front yard, circling under the bamboo.

Walking into the courtyard, I only felt a strange fragrance, there were a few young people of the same age as Liu Qing sitting on both sides of the desk, Chen Jue sat in the center, there were musicians playing music on the side, and from time to time there were a few maids shuttling back and forth.

"Haha, this is my Junjie Liu Jun from Anhui County. Liu Jun, take a seat, these are the sons of my family in Anhui County and Lujiang, you can get a lot closer. Chen Jue said cordially.

"The county gentleman praised, I have seen the county gentleman, I have seen all the sons." Liu Qing saluted.

Some of the sons in the audience were a little contemptuous because of Liu Qing's tattered clothes, but they didn't see him, and only a person who looked honest and simple greeted him, and he sat down at the bottom of the person's head.

Under a banana leaf in the backyard, the little girl blinked and asked, "Sister, who is the tattered person who just came in and wore tatters?" You've been staring at him for a long time. ”

The woman who was asked blushed and defended: "Nonsense! I clearly only watched it for a short time, and he only walked forty-three steps from the time he entered the hospital to the time he took his seat, where did I see it for a long time! ”

"Let me guess which handsome person in the seat my sister is staring at? Aren't you thinking about your future husband? My sister knew that she was peeking here, and she didn't know if the concubine was affectionate, and she didn't know who Lang Ke wanted, so my sister told me who it was, and I went to help my sister ask. ”

"Little Joe! You talk nonsense here again, see that I don't beat you. ”

"I'm angry, ha"

The girl in the backyard chased and frolicked, the woman running behind her face was flushed, there were a few drops of sweat hanging on her face, and she said angrily Xiao Qiao is not allowed to talk nonsense, and I will ignore you if you talk nonsense, the girl in front of her seems to care, her face is smiling, embedded with two small pear vortices, and she laughs and laughs while running Sister wants to be a husband. The girl's light red lips and the light clothes swaying in the wind exude vitality, like two budding buds, and even the blue of the sky exudes an intoxicating gentleness, which fills the courtyard with fragrance, but contrasts with this spring color.

Chen Jue is quite fond of poetry and writing, except for Liu Qing, most of the children invited are also sons of the family, and they are talking with everyone about the scriptures and righteousness, only to hear a 'snap' sound, Da Qiao chased and accidentally ran into the courtyard, she gave a salute inward, hurriedly glanced at Liu Qing and ran away.

Seeing this, Chen Jue smiled and said: "This is the daughter of my friend Qiao Gong, it can be described as the beauty of the country, everyone here is a talent, and there are good works to offer." ”

Everyone saw that Da Qiao was extremely beautiful, and he just wrote poems as a close asset.

"Little Joe, it's all your fault, I accidentally ran out just now." Da Qiao angrily blamed.

"Sister, don't be in a hurry to scold me first, you see, the county is asking the son in the courtyard to compose poems for you." Xiao Qiao poked out half of his head and stared carefully at the courtyard.

"Oh? Who are they? ”

"Come and see for yourself, why don't you come and hear what your husband wrote for you."

"Begging for a beating."

After Xiao Qiao received a blow to the chestnut in his head, the two of them turned sideways together, poked out half of their heads up and down to peek into the courtyard.

Zhang Jie, the son of the Zhang family, stood up and said: "Gong Chen, I just saw Miss Qiao's bright eyes and bright teeth, and she already has a poem in her belly. Everyone saw that the son of the Zhang family was quite tall and handsome, and he walked to the middle of the two rows of desks, and the place closest to the backyard said as he walked:

"There are women in Qiao's house, and they are graceful. The smiling spring peach, the cloud pile of green buns. The lips are full of cherry blossoms, and the teeth are fragrant. The so-called Iraqi people are beside me. After chanting, everyone laughed.

Hong Bo, the son of the Hong family, said with a smile: "Brother Zhang's poem, the last two sentences are changed from a poem by Pujia, although it is not too bad, but it can't be put on the stage, and it is not very appropriate." Zhang Jie was a little embarrassed, only to feel that there were ants crawling on his body, and returned to his seat after giving a salute.

Xiao Qiao covered his mouth and said: "This person is not ashamed, and he also let his sister be by his side, hum, I don't think he deserves this poem." ”

"Let's see what this man does next." Big Joe blinked and dragged his chin.

Hong Bo stood where Zhang Jie was standing just now, and chanted loudly: "There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful." The beautiful color is ancient and the lotus is ashamed. The cheeks are fresh and fresh, the nose is greasy and goose fat, gentle and silent, and the view is amiable. ”

After chanting, he was quite complacent: "The kings are ugly." ”

Among the crowd, Pan Xin, the son of the Pan family, stood up and said: "Hong Jun's poem is quoted from the Book of Songs, but it is not much better, let's look at my poem." ……”

After this person finished chanting, someone stood up to refute it, it was really you who sang it, and we appeared.

Liu Qing only thought that he hadn't eaten a good meal yet, although the craftsmanship of this Chen Mansion today was not as good as that of modern chefs, it was not bad, he only ate there, and no matter how these sons and brothers in front of him were red-faced and spittle-spitting. He doesn't cause trouble, but there are those who don't have long eyes to provoke him.

That Zhang Jie was ridiculed by everyone, he was annoyed and had nowhere to attack, and the quarrel in front of everyone in front of him made him even more upset, so he wanted to find a casual way to get his face back, and he happened to catch a glimpse of two people in the corner, one with tattered clothes, the other with luxurious clothes and honest clothes, these two people don't care about anything but bury their heads in eating meat, the richly dressed should have some background, and he has nothing to think about in tattered clothes.

Then he came out and said: "Don't quarrel with the brothers, we are here to compose poems, but there are those who are here to eat and drink, and they are shameless." ”

"Oh? Is there such a person? ”

"Yes, this benevolent brother is just drinking and feasting here, but he doesn't say a word when he writes poetry, you must know that we were invited here by the county honor, which is not Bo Gu Tong Jin, the article is outstanding, and it seems that he is not worthy of being in the same column as us."

Everyone also stopped to look at Liu Qing, and the atmosphere in the field was suddenly a little tense.

"Sister, isn't this the person you saw before, what's good, I think he only knows how to eat, hmph, he deserves to be troubled."

"No, Liu Lang is not such a person, he should not be good at writing poetry, and he was invited by the county and had to come."

"I see that you are facing him, and Liu Lang Liu Lang, do people recognize you?"

Seeing that Liu Qing was being troubled, Da Qiao frowned tightly, his eyes were focused on the courtyard, his heart was like a deer, thumping, and his hands began to pinch the corners of his clothes again, because of the hard grip, his knuckles were slightly white, obviously upset.