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Chapter 658 I think I can do it again

Wang Zi'an cooked the lunch himself.

In addition to stewing a pot of venison for myself, I also specially fried a few fresh vegetables and made a pot of good soup.Mrs. Sun is old, and her body has just recovered, so she should not eat too much greasy food.

As for Mrs. Sun, Changle is pregnant...

Mrs. Sun couldn't help but look at her in surprise.

"Chang—cough, girl Changsun, aren't you pregnant?"

Princess Changle, who was working hard, stopped what she was doing, looked at Mrs. Sun with some doubts, nodded vigorously, and said vaguely.

"Mmmmmmm-"

No way, my mouth is full.

After this meal, Mrs. Sun left contentedly.

Wang Zi'an couldn't help wiping the sweat off his forehead.

I just felt the pressure was huge, but looking sideways at the undulating mountains and scenery around me, my waist straightened up unconsciously, and I felt that I was doing well again.

The next day, early in the morning, Wang Zi'an rubbed his slightly sore waist, feeling that he was still Meng Lang after all, and underestimated the heroes of the world.

However, looking at the rosy-faced, cuddly daughters-in-law, he immediately suppressed this ridiculous thought.

And, decidedly off to another feast.

Datang Garden Poetry Club.

The beauty of Tang Dynasty——

Cough cough, talents of Datang, here I come!
The original intention was to bring only Wang Meng, the foreign steward who had just returned from the Zhenguan Grand Theater, but his little apprentice was fussy about learning from the past.

"What knowledge do you have? What knowledge can you grow?"

Seeing that Di Renjie, a blunt little thing, wanted to follow, Wang Zi'an immediately put on a serious face.

Seeing Cheng Yinger looking at her, seeming to be in deep thought, her expression softened a little, and she comforted her with earnest words.

"The so-called reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Not long ago, as a teacher, I took you all the way from Jizhou. The customs and people's livelihood along the way are not enough for you to ponder and reflect? Young people , remember, don’t aim too high—ah, good boy, study hard at home, and Master will bring you delicious food when he comes back..."

Di Renjie: ...

Master, you are clearly treating me like a child!
Seeing that this kid seemed to be resisting, Wang Zian couldn't help but secretly stare.

"Did you finish yesterday's homework? Did you finish the math problem? Is the map I asked you to copy ready? How is the Bajiquan practice that your senior brother taught you yesterday..."

Di Renjie wants to cry but has no tears.

Master, I'm not going!
After successfully persuading the little apprentice, Wang Zi'an couldn't help being in a good mood. When he looked back, another little apprentice had successfully dressed himself up as a little book boy in his class, with his little head upturned with a cute face.

"Master, let's go, I have everything ready for you—"

As he spoke, he lifted the package in Yang's hand.

Prince Ann:  …

I'm going out to attend a poetry meeting, and I need to prepare some shit——

This is the spirit of the individual, which cannot be thrown away.

"Not bad--"

Wang Zi'an could only nod his head in relief.

"Little brother, remember to study hard at home. When my senior sister comes back, she has to check her homework..."

Saying that, following behind Wang Zi'an, she still didn't forget to turn her head to tell her little brother with a friendly face, and then followed her master and walked away arrogantly.

Di Renjie: ...

the Kongs.

Seeing her granddaughter eagerly pulling her to go out early in the morning, Kong Yingda couldn't help but smile wryly in her heart. This was the first time her granddaughter was looking forward to the poetry meeting so much.

If it had been changed before, he would naturally be happy to see the results, but today, he couldn't help feeling a little bitter in his heart.

He knew in his heart that all these changes were all because of that brat Wang Zi'an.

It's a pity, if at the beginning——

"Father—"

Seeing her granddaughter shaking her arm with a cute face, Kong Yingda couldn't help temporarily letting go of her thoughts and showing a kind smile on her face.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's go—"

The venue for the Garden Poetry Fair was set at the Peony Garden by the Qujiang Pool.

This is also a custom.

Every spring season, young talents in Chang'an like to gather here to hold various poetry gatherings.Among them, the most famous and influential one is of course the poetry meeting held by the Confucian family.

As the No. 30 first grandson of Confucius, Kong Yingda is also a great scholar of Confucian classics. The existence of Tang Shilin Taishan Beidou, the poetry meeting held by their house will naturally attract the attention of many people.

Even some great Confucians of great learning and dignitaries in the dynasty would sometimes come to the scene to join in the fun, and sometimes they would come off the stage in person when they were in the mood, composing poems and Fu, or acting as a judge when they felt the whim.

If you are lucky enough to get a word or two of praise from them, your reputation will soar the next day.

What's more, Kong Linger, the granddaughter of the Confucian family who is well-known in Chang'an for her talent and appearance, has presided over the garden poetry meeting in recent years.

Therefore, almost every year, the Confucian family's garden poetry gathering will become a grand gathering for scholars in Chang'an, and this year's is no exception.

Kong Yingda and Kong Linger left earlier today, but even so, when they arrived, the peony garden was already overcrowded.

"Confucius offering wine, Lady Kong—"

Wherever they passed, there was a sound of greetings.

Kong Yingda responded with a slight nod with a smile, and Kong Linger followed beside her, showing a gentle smile that was just right, and seeing many young talents, she was fascinated for a while.

If you can get a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?

such a pity--

It's a pity that I can't get into the eyes of other girls.

I don't know whose head this most bookish flower in Tang Dynasty will fall on in the end.

Although there were a lot of people who came, most of them were juniors, and there was no need for Kong Yingda to greet him personally. Therefore, Kong Yingda, grandparents and grandchildren walked all the way to the innermost pavilion and sat down, while cooking tea by themselves. While enjoying the scenery in front of you.

Sitting here is condescending, and you can have a panoramic view of the garden.

In the distance is the rippling Qujiang Pond, and in the vicinity are large expanses of peonies.At this time, it was late spring, and the peonies were in full bloom, and the big and big flowers gathered together to form a sea of ​​pink, tender, delicate and unrestrained flowers.

Looking from the pavilion, the entrance is full of colorful purples and reds, which is so beautiful.

As everyone knows, their grandparents and grandchildren are looking at the scenery here, and those who look at the scenery are also looking at you elsewhere.To be precise, he was looking at Kong Linger.She is like a gentle and exquisite picture scroll, just sitting there, there will be a sense of intellectual beauty of the scroll, and people can't help but feel admiration.

Although many people admired her in their hearts, they did not dare to rush forward to disturb her.

But there are always exceptions.

Although Kong Yingda's status is superior and Kong Linger is also a famous talented woman in Chang'an, in the eyes of some big families, they don't think they can do anything, for example, Cui Zihao at this moment.

He felt that he was fine.

At least, after Wang Zi'an got married, he felt that he was doing well again.

PS: Sorry, the state is not good during this time.It is being recuperated, and it will gradually resume normal updates starting today
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