Zhe Furong: After widowhood and rebirth, she was pampered by treacherous ministers

Jiang Wen'an, who was wearing a plain gown, was reading in the morning in his room. Hearing the noise in the courtyard, he opened the door and came out.

He looked at the unknown young woman in front of him and said doubtfully: "Girl, are you..."

Yue Linglong bowed her head and said, "Are you Uncle Jiang? My niece's surname is Yue, and my father once studied under the same master as you."

"Your surname is Yue?" Jiang Wen'an thought carefully and suddenly smiled, "Are you the daughter of Senior Brother Yue's family? You were just a baby who could just walk, but you didn't expect to grow so big in a blink of an eye. .”

There was a rare hint of warmth in Yue Linglong's cold eyes, "It's good that Uncle Jiang still remembers Linglong. Today Linglong took the liberty to come here because he actually has a question and wants to ask Uncle Jiang to help Linglong clear up her doubts."

Jiang Wen'an seemed to be able to guess what she was going to ask. He nodded and said slowly: "It's okay, come in and talk."

Yue Linglong responded, and seeing no one around, she ducked into Jiang Wen'an's study, "Uncle Jiang, my niece has no trace, so I asked directly, your adopted daughter Jiang Yue, her biological father is..."

Jiang Wen'an understood, pinched his beard and said calmly, "The fact that you can find this place means that you already have the answer in your heart. Yes, Jiang Yue is my and your father's teacher, the only daughter of Han Wen Gong. When the teacher was in trouble, I went to different places. We were unable to rescue him, and in the end we only brought his daughter back to a small village, and I adopted her as my adopted daughter and brought her up with me."

Yue Linglong was shocked, and a flash of guilt flashed through her heart.

Jiang Wen'an saw her look in his eyes and had some guesses in his mind, "Niece Yue, when my father and I worshiped Mr. Han Wen, he devotedly taught us and received a lot of favors, but in the end I can do what I can for him. It’s just to raise his orphan.”

Yue Linglong knelt down in front of Jiang Wen'an and kowtowed solemnly, "Thank you, Uncle Jiang, for telling me the answer. Linglong takes your words to heart."

Jiang Wen'an nodded and looked at the woman's back as she stood up and left. He couldn't calm down for a long time. This woman entered the Gu Mansion quietly. She must be a person with special skills. If she came to inquire this time, she might have something in her heart. The success is settled.

He got up and walked to the courtyard, looked up at the faint morning sky, and secretly sighed, whether it is an eagle or a caged bird, you can only know if it is out and fly...

After Yue Linglong returned, there were more sword-wielding guards behind Jiang Yue. Jiang Yue was helpless. This restaurant actually belonged to the Han family. Only now did she know that Yue Linglong became the restaurant owner just to repay the kindness of the Han family. After doing tasks, she worked hard on the business. Now that she knew that she was the daughter of Han Shenggong, she was determined to follow her.

However, in this way, her plan to rebel against the beautiful shopkeeper will definitely be successful.

A few days later, Gu Mo sent an invitation. It turned out that the annual Peach Blossom Poetry Festival was about to begin. Jiang Yue raised her eyebrows and smiled secretly, "Scumbag, let me not let you make a fool of yourself this time!"
On that day, Gu Mo came to pick them up early, and Jiang Yue took Yue Linglong to the Peach Blossom Manor in the suburbs. As soon as the three of them walked into the garden, Jiang Yue saw a scene that was shocking.

Gu Mulin, who was wearing a white Confucian gown, was holding a wine glass and teasing the ladies around him, "Today I am able to gather with many friends at the Peach Blossom Poetry Club, so I will throw some light on it and compose a poem to toast everyone. I hope everyone will not laugh." ."

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky..."

The song "About to Enter the Wine" came out loudly, and the surrounding scholars and ladies were immediately shocked and applauded endlessly.

"Okay! Mr. Gu is very knowledgeable and talented. I, Mr. Huang, admire him!"

"I heard that the tutor of the eldest son Gu is Mr. Jiang, a direct disciple of the Confucian leader. It is true that a famous teacher makes a great disciple!" "With the talent and learning of the eldest son Gu, I am afraid he will soon surpass the Confucian leader Han Shenggong, right?"

Jiang Yue, who was outside the crowd, looked coldly at Gu Mulin, who was being admired by all the stars, with a trace of anger flashing in her eyes. Is this kind of scum worthy of being compared with her father?
Gu Mo saw her look in his eyes, walked to Gu Mulin's side with a sullen face, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "Brother, enough is enough."

Gu Mulin looked up at him calmly, and then struck up a conversation with the shy prime minister's daughter opposite, "I heard that Miss Qin also liked to read some poetry collections since she was a child. Gu would like to ask Miss Qin to comment on what I just said. How about that poem you recited?"

At this time, Qin Yue'er had no time to think about those poems. She had already been attracted by Gu Mulin's chic and elegant behavior just now. She just muttered: "Gu, Mr. Gu's poems are naturally excellent, Yue I admire you..."

Naturally, everyone praised him again, and Gu Mulin suddenly felt a sense of ecstasy.

A young man in blue robe flipped through the collection of Han Shenggong's essays in his hand, frowned slightly, glanced at Gu Mulin mockingly, and refrained from saying anything.

Seeing that his eldest brother was even more outrageous, Gu Mo persuaded him in a low voice: "Brother, at this kind of poetry gathering, everyone composes impromptu poems and does not recite other people's poems."

Gu Mulin looked unhappy when he heard this and said coldly: "Do you think your elder brother is this kind of person in your heart? Mr. Jiang has taught me for more than ten years, do I still need other people's poems to show my face? If anyone doesn't believe it My real talent and knowledge can make things difficult for me!"

In Qin Yue'er's eyes, Gu Mulin's remarks not only did not sound like he was relying on his talent, but also had the aloof and arrogant charm of a scholar and scribe. She rolled her eyes and had some concerns in her heart.

"Is what Mr. Gu said true?" Qin Yue'er smiled coquettishly, with a hint of affection and coquettishness in her words, "Then Yue'er is here to test you. If you can't answer the question, you have to agree to it." One condition!"

Seeing her taking the initiative to get close to him, Gu Mulin's smile became even softer, "Okay, whatever Yue'er says will be whatever she says."

Qin Yue'er's face felt a little feverish. She finally calmed down and thought about a few topics, "Today the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and it's the day of the poetry meeting and the results announcement. The eldest son Gu will use peach blossoms, poems, and five sons to pass the exam." Let’s write a poem about the topic.”

"Since Miss Qin has already given the question, let's Jiang Yue make it more difficult." Jiang Yue walked in and chuckled, "The poems written by Mr. Gu must be new poems, and the ones written before will not count."

Seeing that she was willing to talk to him, Gu Mulin thought she was no longer angry, and felt even more happy, "Okay, as Yue'er and Xue'er said, listen to me and sing slowly..."

In just half an hour, Gu Mulin composed seven or eight poems in a row, each of which revolved around three themes and had its own flavor. The atmosphere of the poetry meeting reached a climax.

Just when everyone's eyes fell on Gu Mulin, no one noticed that Gu Mo's face gradually turned dark.

Gu Mulin saw that he was almost finished, so he held his hands in a helpless manner, "Everyone, I have exhausted my talents. Please let me go with these two lovely ladies. Let others do it..."

"You're such a big-headed idiot! Damn it! I really can't bear it anymore!"

Before Gu Mulin finished speaking, an angry voice suddenly came from the crowd, and a book suddenly hit Gu Mulin's face. Everyone was as quiet as a chicken, and all eyes were focused on the book on the ground.