Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 19

In the weather at the end of June, the sky is full of low-floating white clouds, which turn into thousands of postures in the wind. Cloud shadows cover most of the lake, and the slow lake breeze on the front deck of the painting boat is the most pleasant. where.

According to Zhang Zhe, the front deck of this light smoke boat is huge, about the size of a three-bedroom house.In front of the cabin door, a scarlet cushion covering nearly ten feet was laid, with thin mats on it.

On the table was a long red table about a foot high, half of which were filled with the freshest chopped melons and fruits and Furongzhai's snacks, and beside seven or eight plates was a thin-waisted flying-mouthed jade-colored wine wrapped in cloud patterns. The bottle revealed a faint scent of fruit wine. There was a jade cup in front of the bottle, and half of the amber cup of fruit wine was left.

Zhang Zhe was leaning on the fine mat, with a huge brocade pillow beside him, his whole weight was placed on the pillow, feeling a little drowsy.

Miss Yuyao knelt beside him, facing the other half of the long table.On the half of the long table is a stack of snow paper, a Yamagata white porcelain pen holder and a square of polished thick ink.

Just now Zhang Zhe borrowed Meng Xiaowan's name and used five words to absolutely and completely put out the flames of this essay meeting.After he finished speaking, the cabin fell into a moment of silence that lasted half a cup of tea, and the scene was extremely embarrassing.

Everyone didn't want to admit defeat aloud, and tried hard to think about the next couplet, but they denied it over and over again. Even the most conceited Gu Lingchuan deliberately avoided Zhang Zhe's eyes, frowning and thinking hard.

The first to give up was the girl Yuyao next to Zhang Zhe.Seeing Zhang Zhe drinking slowly, she thoughtfully peeled the jujube and handed it to him.

After drinking three cups of wine, Yuyao handed over two cakes and a dozen jujubes, but the atmosphere in the cabin was still quiet, which made Zhang Zhe a little embarrassed.

Zhang Zhe offered to leave, but Huo Bingcheng tried his best to persuade him to stay.

Remembering Huo Yanei's kindness to the Meng family, Zhang Zhe really didn't care about his face.

When it was difficult, fortunately the owner of Huafang was clever, and immediately asked someone to set up a "elegant seat" on the front deck of the cabin, and Yuyao accompanied Zhang Zhe to watch the lake view alone.

This boat has sailed from Zhantian Lake to Dongliuye Lake, which is also the so-called West Lake.The lotus leaves were blooming, and even the lake breeze carried a fragrance, and the cabin behind Zhang Zhe became lively again.

It is said that the scholars and scribes of Song and Gu spent so much energy and brains on this literary meeting, and each of them had in his arms the poem manuscripts and good couples that he had thought hard about, intending to make a blockbuster at the meeting.

But he didn't want someone to offend Zhang Xinzhi without opening his eyes.

But this person immediately used the five-character absolute of the newlywed wife, completely throwing the bottom of this literary meeting.

"Smoke Lock Pond Willow" locked everyone's throat to continue the class.

As for the poetry competition that has not yet been conducted, the leaders Song Ergongzi and Gu Lingchuan deliberately avoided this topic.

His wife's talent is already like this, and Zhang Xinzhi's poems are true in seven or eight out of ten.The disagreement between the two parties has provoked this person before, and if you continue to chant poems in front of him, how could you know that you won't attract this person's ridicule and take your own humiliation?

Sitting on the bow of the boat, Zhang Zhe was persuaded by Yuyao to drink several times in a low voice and earnestly. Under the gentle breeze of the lake, a sense of drowsiness slowly came to his head.

But at this time, there was a lot of excitement in the cabin. It turned out that the beauties saw that the scholars were all bored, so they tried their best to liven up the atmosphere again.

The beauties in Qingyanfang are all literate, and some of them have literary talents. They playfully set questions for each other, wrote poems, asked the talents around them to revise and judge, and then competed with each other.The sweet voices of the beauties quickly adjusted the mood of the talented scholars, and all the emotional ones joined in.

Yuyao was also writing poems, but she was thinking of Zhang Zhe who was drowsy beside her.She wrote a poem with all her heart, and only hoped that Zhang Zhe would give her some pointers, but who would have thought that this person didn't even look at it, and just said it was very good and wonderful, which was really irritating.

The girl has already submitted the poems of the beauties in the cabin one after another, and Yuyao can tell when she hears them that they are written by the sisters on the boat, and it is clear that a few famous talents in the cabin have secretly acted as gunmen.How dare she send her poems in to make a fool of herself.

"Why don't you help my son, son?" Yuyao complained in a low voice, peeled another jujube, and handed it to Zhang Zhe's mouth.

Zhang Zhe was feeling comfortable with the lake breeze, and he really didn't want to move.

He half-closed his eyes and smiled, instead of eating the jujube with his hands, he took the jujube carefully with two fingers and swallowed it by himself.

"Miss Yuyao's poem manuscript is already very good, there is nothing to change."

Yuyao's eye circles turned red slightly. Since she "went out of the boudoir" to treat guests for half a year, how has she ever been perfunctory like this?But thinking of this person's "Wushan Canghai" and "Spring Silkworm Wax Torch", how could he just let go of it like this.

After thinking for a while, she poured a glass of wine with her own hands, knelt down and solemnly raised the wine glass with both hands, level with her forehead, a pair of wide sleeves hanging down to her elbows, revealing a pair of jade-colored snowy arms.

"My lord, please drink this cup," which means asking Zhang Zhe for advice.

Although the high-grade fruit wine was not high in alcohol, Zhang Zhe had already drank more than two jugs one after another, and with the warm and humid lake wind blowing, the alcohol just came up.

Zhang Zhe is good at everything, especially when dealing with girls. There is only one thing that is unreliable, that is, this guy's wine taste is not very good, and he likes to go crazy after drinking. Those things of the Meng family are a lesson from the past.

Looking at the jade lamp that was handed to his mouth, Zhang Zhe didn't care at all, and he declined again, then closed his eyes and took a nap.

Seeing that Zhang Zhe actually closed his eyes, Yu Yao's hands that raised Yuzhan couldn't help trembling for a while, and a tear rolled down from his eyes.At this time, she had mixed feelings in her heart, and a feeling of being humiliated came to her heart. In a trance, her status as a lowly singer seemed to be exposed under the sunny day by Zhang Zhe's "ignoring" attitude.

She kept raising her hands, holding the jade lamp, and knelt there tremblingly, letting the pearl-like teardrops roll silently and wet half of her lapel.

The noise in the cabin gradually subsided, and some people had already noticed the scene outside the cabin door.

Several scholars almost exploded their lungs when they saw Zhang Zhe humiliating him so much.Fortunately, the beauties around him firmly held on, and they all held back their tears to dissuade in a low voice.Especially Cuiqin who was next to Second Young Master Song also had red eyes and glistening water. She hugged Second Young Master Song's arm, kept begging in a low voice, and covered his mouth that was going to shout angrily with her jade hands.

Although it was Yuyao's own choice, all the women on the boat were ashamed and angry about the fact that it hurt her kind.

Huo Bingcheng, whose cheeks were flushed from drinking, just came back from his urination, and the accompanying beauty softly pushed him to the front of the cabin.Huo Bingcheng was startled when he saw this scene, and he hurried forward to take a look.

Zhang Zhe was sleeping soundly with nose bubbles, and actually fell asleep.

Huo Bingcheng cupped his hands behind him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Xinzhi is really asleep!" The beauty accompanying him also took a look, and could not help but pooh at the side: "Sure enough, I slept soundly!"

Only then did everyone in the cabin relax, but that Yuyao still tried her best to hold the jade lamp and refused to get up.

As a last resort, Huo Bingcheng could only push Zhang Zhe to wake him up.

As soon as Zhang Zhe opened his eyes, he saw Huo Bingcheng's big face. He slept very comfortably during this nap. He stretched and smiled, "Brother Jiyuan, what's the matter?"

Huo Bingcheng shook his head, and silently pointed to Yuyao who was still holding the jade cup with a face full of shame.

See what happened?
Zhang Zhe hurriedly took the jade cup from Yuyao's hand, and drank the fruit wine in one gulp: "I'm rude, I'm rude, something happened at home a few days ago, I was worried with my wife for a few days, I never slept well, I don't want to sleep at this time Got it! Don’t blame, don’t blame!”

Yu Yaohong lowered her head and didn't make a sound, she just bowed deeply, this "humiliation" really hurt her heart.

"Mr. Lang~~!!"

Suddenly there was a familiar shout from the shore, Zhang Xin turned his head and saw a person jumping like a frog desperately waving at him on the shore not far away, who is it?

Early this morning, Sanqi rode a donkey to the county to inquire about the situation of the Meng family.Now I just came back and saw Zhang Zhe standing at the bow of the boat.

Zhang Zhe's thoughts changed sharply, and he immediately took the opportunity to bid farewell to Huo Bingcheng: "This is my family's servant, and he must have come to pick up someone at home. Brother Jiyuan, I offended you today, so let me bid farewell to Brother Rong!"

Huo Bingcheng also knew that Zhang Zhe might be hated by all the people on the boat this time, so he simply nodded and let the boatman dock: "Xinzhi is in a hurry to go back and report the letter to his family, so let's let it go this time, brother, please believe it next time, you don't need it decline!"

The boat slowly approached the embankment, and the boatman set up the boards. When Zhang Zhe was about to step off the boat, he might as well have been stuffed with a few packages in his hand.

Yuyao stuffed several packs of pastries and dates tied with strings into Zhang Zhe's hands, she lowered her head without looking at him, and said softly, "Guan Jun loves it very much, so I can come here more often next time."

After finishing speaking, Yuyao took a few steps back, resisting not to look at her mother's face.Because this strategy of giving cakes was secretly taught by the middle-aged beautiful woman just now.

Zhang Zhe was startled, and then he and Huo Bingcheng smiled at each other.

Huo Bingcheng shook his head: "Believe it, the beauty is very kind!"

Zhang Zhe generously raised the pastry in his hand, and said with a satisfied smile: "The pastry from Furongzhai is delicious, just take it home and try it with my wife."

He turned his head to look at Yuyao, after a little thought, he leaned over and picked up the pen on the case, and wrote ink on a piece of paper, but he asked: "Young lady, the word Yuyao, but the jade of Baoyu and Yaochi Zhiyao?"

Seeing him writing with a pen, Yuyao felt sour in her heart. Her thousands of pleadings were not as easy as a few packs of pastries.

Seeing Yuyao's sourness and silence for a while, Fucao hurried up to reply for her girl: "My girl, that's exactly the word!"

Zhang Zhe wrote four lines of characters casually, twisted a few packs of dim sum and dangled off the boat.

Na Sanchi followed Zhang Zhe, and Zhang Zhe stuffed him with a bag of pastries.Sanqi smelled the aroma of the pastry, eagerly opened it up and ate a piece, and asked pleasantly, "Where did you get this good pastry, sir?"

Zhang Zhe touched the donkey's head with a faint smile and walked in a row with Sanqi: "Just now, I sold a poem on this boat, had a meal, and exchanged a few packs of pastries for my wife. Sanqi, you Say it's worth it?"

"It's worth it! It's worth it!" Sanchi took another big bite, smiling beautifully.

Jin Liu looked at Zhang Zheyuan's back with some resentment, and secretly cursed this person in his heart for not knowing what to say!But seeing Yuyao sitting there motionless holding the poem draft in her hand, she hastily stepped forward and gave her a slight push.

"Yuyao? Don't scare my sister."

As soon as Yuyao raised her head, Jin Liu was taken aback.At some point, Yuyao's tears rolled down like strings of pearls again, all over her face.

"What a broken poem, my sister doesn't need to care about this person's vulgar language, I will tear it up for you!" Jin Liu was furious, and wanted to get the poem manuscript in Yuyao's hand.

Who would have thought that Yuyao shook her head violently and dragged her to read the poem manuscript.

Jin Liu took a closer look, and saw the strong handwriting on the paper. She couldn't help but read aloud: "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold. Revlon. If it wasn't for Qun Yushan, I would Meet at Yaotai next month." Qunyu and Yaotai imply Yuyao's name!
Hearing this poem, the group of people who were upset immediately fell silent, looking at each other speechlessly.Such poems are worth three packs of pastries?
The loud voice of Sanqi suddenly sounded in the distance: "The great river flows east~~, the stars in the sky join the Big Dipper~~! Hehe, sir, this song is refreshing, what's the next line?"

"A bowl of wine between life and death, let's go if we say go, you have everything I have~~!" Sanqi's strange cry was mixed with Zhang Zhe's faint laughter, and it was scattered for a while along the lake wind. a lake.

On the painting boat, everyone looked at the back of the young man who was twisting the cake and dangling for a moment.

(End of this chapter)