Daming primary school students

Chapter 389 The Night of Reunion

Qin Dewei left gracefully, waved his sleeves, and took away a piece of cloud.

He proved with his strength that even if he doesn't write poems, he can still be smashed!
The scholars looked at Qin Dewei's back and sighed with emotion. Qin Dewei is really the only local who can fight against the outside world. Others, even the old leader, have no achievements in foreign wars.

Qin Dewei left everyone with endless aftertaste jokes and a new style of "Jinling Fu", but also took away the spirit of Wenhui.

This supposedly grand literary meeting suddenly became dull and boring, and it ended hastily after the public had eaten, drunk and eaten.

Aware of the strange mentality of the local scholars, Gu Laomeng did not forcefully bring up the Eight Scenery Project again.

The main reason is that Qin Dewei created a weird atmosphere today, set up a foreign war light persona, and stirred up sensitive strings in the hearts of local scholars.

In addition, the terrible topic of "the local leader colludes with outsiders to suppress the local backwardness" was thrown out. Although Qin Dewei did not write poems today, it does not mean that he will not write poems in the future.

If he made eight targeted songs, and they were better than the eight of his own people, wouldn't it really prove the above-mentioned argument of being "suppressed"?

Most people still prefer to live in the world of flowers and flowers in the city. Now that the Wenhui is over, they get up and go back to the city one after another.

When Yan Song, the servant of the Ministry of Rites in Nanjing, bid farewell to his master, Gu Lin, the old leader of the alliance suddenly called out: "Uncle Shao Zong, please stay!"

"Brother Dongqiao, what else do you want to say?" Yan Song took the initiative to ask.

Gu Lin struggled for a moment before saying: "The old man intends to recover."

Yan Song understood in seconds, he was asking himself to recommend it to the imperial court.

Those scholar-bureaucrats who resigned from office and lived in the countryside, if they wanted to become an official again, did not personally approach the court to apply for reinstatement. Doing so would only be regarded as a joke.

It is not always necessary to invite powerful people to recommend to the court, and then the court will take the initiative to recruit sages in the field.

Yan Song has self-knowledge and knows that he is not that "powerful" at this time, but he can't hold back that he has a powerful fellow official Xia Xia.

So Yan Song nodded and said: "Since brother Dongqiao is willing to serve the imperial court, I will recommend it to the imperial court."

Gu Lin was already a political envoy before he became an official, and he will be a senior official when he comes back. It is not a bad thing to have one more official friend like this.

Although Qin Dewei, who took a step first, looked chic, he began to complain after walking a few steps along the road.

Pinewood Thatched Cottage is indeed a bit too remote for those who live in the city. When he came, Qin Dewei came by Yu Xuerong's carriage.

Fortunately, in this season, there were quite a lot of people coming and going in and out of the city. Qin Dewei paid some money and took a mule cart outside Xiao'an De Gate in the outer city.

He rushed to the Jubao Gate in Licheng again, and saw a few county government officials standing on the roadside outside the city gate from a distance, wearing green cloth robes and square flat hats with wings on their heads, which was obvious.

The city gates of Nanjing are guarded by officers and soldiers, and the yamen servants will not be allowed to intervene in defense at all, so these yamen servants must be waiting here for someone.

Qin Dewei was a little anxious, this broken mule cart didn't even have a compartment to cover it.I had no choice but to throw myself down, lowered my head and pulled off the big sun hat, pretending to cover my face and fall asleep.

Officer Wang Da of the Jiangning County Government looked suspiciously at the mule cart driving past. The figure of the scholar in the cart looked familiar.

The coercion and coquettishness leaking from the side of the body can be felt with the face covered. There should be no one else in Nanjing City, right?

Officer Wang Da just wanted to shout, but was stopped by his companion Zhao Si.

"Shut up! Don't shout!" Officer Zhao Si gave a warning first, and then explained: "Don't you feel it, Mr. Qin doesn't want to go with us, so let's pretend we didn't see it!"

Officer Wang suddenly understood, this Mr. Qin must want to find his lover first!He scratched his head again and said, "But we were sent by his uncle!"

Officer Zhao Si said angrily: "So if you want to shout, you will really embarrass Mr. Qin. You might as well pretend not to see it! Do you want Mr. Qin to disobey his uncle's order?"

At dusk, the beleaguered Qin Dewei finally arrived at the old Qinhuai courtyard, and then plunged into Wang Lianqing's house.

This place seems to have been prepared for a long time, Qin Dewei collapsed on the soft couch that he hadn't been here for a year, devoured his dinner and drank a few sips of tea, then heard the servant girl report that the bath water was ready.

appropriate!Qin Dewei dragged his tired body again, took a quick bath, and half of the tiredness in his body was finally eliminated.

After driving along the canal for more than a month, I rushed non-stop from Jurong to Nanjing, and then went to Songwu Thatched Cottage Wenhui to smash the pot. It was not until this time that I felt at ease.

The way to relax after dinner and bath is of course to play games.Qin Dewei went online again after hanging up for a year, and played two games with Wang Meiren in high spirits.

The only permanent regret is probably that the height difference has reversed, and the psychological feeling seems to be less exciting than before.

Wang Meiren looked at the top of the gauze tent, and a sense of emptiness flooded her heart like a tide.It seems that there are thousands of words to say, but I don't know where to start.

This past year, she lived extremely insecure.

Not only are the years fading away in vain, but without Qin Dewei's support and the peak is not there, Liu Yue, a rising star, is shocked and surpassed.

All kinds of factors add up, and the inner fear of the future is infinitely magnified.

Reunited after a long absence tonight, Wang Meiren seemed to have a sense of lost and found again. She thought a lot in her heart, but she was still not at ease.

After a long sigh, Wang Lianqing just wanted to chat with Qin Dewei casually. It must have been more than a year since I saw him. Xiao Langjun also has a lot to say, right?
Then he opened his mouth and said, "Young Lord, I."

But the only response to Wang Lianqing was a slight snore.

Wang Meiren was so angry that her liver hurt a little. I haven't seen you for a year. Did you come here just to sleep?
She couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Qin Dewei hard.

Qin Dewei couldn't open his eyes in a daze, and asked vaguely, "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Do you know how to sleep?" Wang Lianqing complained.

Qin Dewei's eyelids finally opened a crack: "I've done everything I need to do, why don't you sleep?"

Wang Lianqing scratched a few more times and said, "Why don't you talk, tell me what should I do in the future?"

It's not that she is ignorant and insists on making noise, she knows that Qin Dewei will be too busy tomorrow.

Not only tomorrow, Mr. Xiao Lang has so many relatives and old friends in Nanjing, it will be difficult to see people in the next few days.

But Qin Dewei was really sleepy, he was still in a daze, and closed his eyes again: mumbling in his mouth:
"In the future... there are many things that can be done. Help me collect the manuscripts. I have already said today that all those who want to contribute will be submitted to you for collection. There are so many Forty Scenes of Jinling.

Also, help me organize literary gatherings or something, but I am too lazy to worry about trivial matters.In the past, it was all about rubbing against others, and I will do something myself in the future.”

While talking, Qin Dewei fell asleep again, but Wang Lianqing didn't make any more noise, she was relieved a lot, at least Xiao Langjun still thinks about herself.

　It's the end of the month again, and there are no monthly tickets left.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)