Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 393 Poetry meeting with style?

Most of the people in the Wei Jiliang Poetry Club were either rich or expensive, Wen Mianmian thought about where they would meet in an elegant garden, and no matter how bad they should be, they should book a teahouse, but it turned out that the walk took half an hour, and the more He walked further and further, and finally went out of the city gate.

That's right, the air outside the city is better, and I'm used to seeing the artificially carved scenery, it's not bad to see the wildly growing flowers and plants outside.

Well, it really is a classy poetry meeting.

The carriage kept going without any intention of stopping. He opened the curtains and looked at Wei Jiliang who was riding a horse. "Is your meeting place in some villa in the suburbs?"

Wei Jiliang said: "Our gatherings are arranged by different people every time. Teahouses and restaurants can be anywhere. This time it's Brother Kang's turn. Although the status and background are not close, but it is quite popular."

"Yesterday it was said that he found a place where the sky is high and the sea is wide, with a very wide field of vision, which is quite wild."

Wen Mianmian blinked, and the first thing that came to mind was farmhouse music, which was a perfect match.

After about another stick of incense, the carriage drove into the village without accident, and Wen Mianmian opened the curtain. Well, the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with its fields of lotus leaves, is indeed vast.

Looking sideways, there are several carriages parked not far away, it seems that they have arrived at the location.

After a while, I got out of the car and saw clearly that it was an orchard. The yard was huge and there were several thatched huts inside. At this time, several people were already seated, chatting and laughing.

"Brother Ji Liang, why did you come here?"

A man in a blue robe strolled over with a smile, "We've been waiting for a long time."

Looking at Wen Mianmian and Fu Li, "Who are these two?"

Fu Li is dressed as a literati student today, Wen Mianmian looks like a girl from a wealthy family, so others will not recognize her.

Wei Jiliang introduced, "This is my distant cousin, and I'm here to join in the fun today."

Then he said to the two of them: "This is the person in charge of today's poetry club, Brother Kang."

After seeing Li, several people followed into the door. The peaches on the peach tree in the yard were already red, and they looked delicious, and the figs also opened their mouths.

There was a flat dirt floor in front of the thatched cottage, and a square table was placed on it, with melon and fruit snacks on the table. People, no matter whether they were dressed in cloth or silk, sat on the bench and talked as usual. Seeing Wei Jiliang It's a little curious to bring two people.

Knowing that the two of them were just here to join in the fun, they started talking again, and what they were talking about was the newspapers that were buzzing in the city recently.

"Whether the newspaper thinks about making money or for the well-being of the people, I quite agree with it. It is only natural for people to open their doors to do business and make money."

"Just talk about the paper. We know how much it costs. People sell it for a penny, and it's not enough to buy half a sheet of paper. Besides, it needs to be printed, which consumes capital. It's understandable to find ways to pay back."

The person who said this was Wu Mutian, she was very handsome in a bamboo green silk gown, and Wen Mianmian thought what she said was very good.

Another man in brocade said, "In my opinion, the best way for this newspaper is to be controlled by the imperial court, so that more reports can be made on the court's affairs, instead of only half, and the remaining half will be reported to the court." Writing about trivial matters is somewhat vulgar and kitsch."

There must be someone who disagrees, "If the imperial court takes control, I'm afraid that the reports will not be so true. The one who controls the newspaper is the prince of the current dynasty. This prince is not walking in the court, and he is not afraid of offending anyone. Then what is reported It must be true, unadorned, and I think that's fine."

Several people talked lively, and they were not angry when they said they could not win. Several people came one after another, and soon they all participated in the discussion in the newspaper.

Wen Mianmian and Fu Li first went to the fruit yard, and then sat on the sidelines to listen to the excitement, but they didn't keep talking about the newspaper, and soon they talked about the Oiran Dabi, and then they talked about the beauties, and finally the conversation changed again. When we arrived at the Dongshu Goods Appreciation Meeting, we finally talked about one of them's family.
Wen Mianmian could see it, so he used the guise of a poetry meeting to talk about the mountains, chatting, thinking of what to say, completely out of order.

When the sun was high, everyone moved to the lotus pond to fish and pick vegetables in the field. The arrangement for lunch in the courtyard today is: they eat whatever they get.

It is such a place with high sky and wide land, the wind blows the fields, the fields of lotus leaves, the pink lotus flowers have already sprouted, and the path by the pond is full of wild flowers growing freely, which is very special.

Sure enough, Kangqian did not lie, it is a good place.

Wen Mianmian squats on the edge of the lotus pond with a huge lotus leaf on her head to fish. She is a layman in fishing, but she is very patient. She waits for the fish to take the bait and throws the fishing rod directly. A three-finger-sized crucian carp lands on the side of the road Struggling in the grass, she laughed happily.

"Shall I have crucian carp soup for lunch today?"

Fu Li smiled at the side: "You only caught two and you thought about crucian carp soup, let's talk about fishing a few more."

Wen Mianmian happily continued to throw out the fishing rod, and squatted down again.

Not far from her was also sitting a man fishing, dressed as a student, the son of an official somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, who couldn't help but glance at her, Wei Jiliang sat down next to him, "Don't look, it's useless to look. "

This man was Tang Qin, and he asked with red ears, "Brother Ji Liang, is your cousin already engaged?"

Wei Jiliang's cousin's identity is naturally not bad, not to mention she is so cute and cute, her eyes are clever, and she looks gentle and gentle.

Wei Jiliang shattered his fantasy without any concealment, "I'm already married."

Married?
How big is that?
Tang Qin couldn't help but turned his head to look again, feeling regretful in his heart, the beauty of Qingben, how good luck tricks people!

"Brother Ji Liang, you didn't lie to me, did you? You married the man next to her?"

Wei Jiliang wished he could kick him into the pond, "No, don't mess with the mandarin ducks."

Perhaps it was because the voices of the two were a little louder, Wen Mianmian turned her head and smiled politely at Tang Qin.

Wei Jiliang secretly thought of his injustice, why is that stinky girl laughing at people casually at such a big age, doing evil!
The meal at noon was all mixed together, which was considered okay, because Wen Mianmian was a woman, she enjoyed the treatment, and Fu Li and Wei Jiliang couldn't stand the table alone, so they went to eat with her specially.

In the afternoon, everyone chatted for a while, and after eating fruit for a while, they met in twos and threes and left first.

It was still early after returning to the city, so Wen Mianmian asked Wei Jiliang to talk about Kangqian and Wu Mutian for a chat.

"Brother Ji Liang, this is Xiaomu Garden, can we enter?"

Who doesn't know that the prince from Kyoto lives here, Kang Qian and Wu Mutian are a little uneasy.

(End of this chapter)