Back to Datang with weapons

Chapter 47
Information blocking is only for ordinary people, some people should know and always know.

These people included Qin Yutong and Chen Qiaoxi.

We don't know how Qin Yutong, who was far away in the Qin family, reacted when he heard the news, but after hearing the news, Chen Qiaoxi felt a little complicated.

As far as she knew, Zhang Twelve had only written one and a half poems, all of which were written for her, which made her a little proud.

The reason for saying one and a half poems is because there are only two lines of "Looking back and smiling", which is not a poem. Even so, she also feels very happy.

But it is different now, Zhang Twelve has written another good poem, and it is the most complete and most rhyming poem he has ever written. If this poem is handed down, I'm afraid that even the talented scholars in Jingzhou can't catch up--but why does she still feel unhappy?
Because this poem was written for a brothel girl!
Chen Qiaoxi didn't know that her current affection was called eating taste.

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After hearing the news, Chen Qiaoxi's first reaction was to ask Zhang Twelve for clarification—but she hesitated again.

how to ask?why ask?In what capacity does she ask?
And these days, she didn't have the chance to be alone with Zhang Twelve at all. When he came to teach arithmetic at night, Lu Fujing always showed up on time, and she would only leave after Zhang Twelve left...

Chen Qiaoxi endured it very hard, and felt that if she endured it any longer, she would go crazy. She is a woman who can't hide things in her heart, and it's hard to bear it for so many days.

So tonight, no matter what, she didn't intend to bear it any longer.

Zhang Twelve ended his arithmetic class tonight as usual, and after greeting Chen Qiaoxi, he prepared to leave.

This scene has been staged many times these days, but today is slightly different.

"Master Zhang, is Miss Lin from Zuichunlou really so beautiful?"

"what?"

Zhang Twelve, who had already turned around, stopped when he heard this sentence, still wondering which "Ms. Lin" Chen Qiaoxi was talking about.

The charming and loving eyes of that masked woman suddenly appeared in his mind, it should be her, Lin Zimo.

"Hehe" said with a smile: "You are talking about Miss Zimo, right? That Miss Zimo has always shown people with a gauze mask. It seems that no one has seen her real appearance. I only saw her from a distance. Of course, I don't know what she really looks like. But judging by Miss Zimo's manner of speaking, she should be a beauty without a doubt."

Zimo?Did you just call him so dear after only seeing each other once?
Chen Qiaoxi frowned slightly, but quickly adjusted her state, and continued to ask: "Since Mr. Zhang has never met that Miss Lin, how did he write that "I will meet you next month at Yaotai"? Could it be that Mr. Zhang is still thinking about others just like when he wrote "The Love Is Across Mountains and Seas"?"

Chen Qiaoxi held back these words for too long, and didn't want to ask whether it is appropriate to ask here. Anyway, after finishing speaking, I felt a lot more relaxed. At the same time, I thought about him saying, "When I wrote this poem, I Thinking of Ms. Chen" Ah!

Lu Fujing didn't expect her aunt, who is usually so intellectual and elegant, to ask these words. She looked at Chen Qiaoxi and Zhang Twelve, thoughtfully.

And Zhang Twelve couldn't guess why Chen Qiaoxi was so aggressive today, "hehe" said with a smirk: "I didn't want to write that poem next time. But Ms. Chen may not know the situation that day. Wanting to embarrass Zhang, Zhang was forced to write it."

"This poem," Zhang Twelve shook his head again, winked at Chen Qiaoxi and said, "It's just a play on the occasion, so there's no such thing as who it's written for. Speaking of who Zhang wrote the poem for, There is such a song—no, half a song..."

"Don't say it!"

Chen Qiaoxi's face was already red, and she could already hear the meaning of Zhang Twelve's words, didn't it mean that she only wrote poems for herself!But now Lu Fujing's big light bulb is still there, so how can I say that!
"Ha ha……"

Chen Qiaoxi blushed and said nothing, Zhang Twelve giggled, only Lu Fujing stood there, looking at the strange behavior of the two, confused.

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Zhang Twelve retreated from Chen Qiaoxi's room as before, the difference is that this time Lu Fujing did not come out with him, when he came out, Lu Fujing gave him a strange look, and then closed the door from the inside up.

Shaking his head, without thinking too much, he went back to his room to sleep.

Chen Qiaoxi was sitting in front of the table, holding her blushing cheeks, thinking of something, the corner of her mouth curled up, and she smirked, she didn't even notice that Lu Fujing came to her side.

It wasn't until she felt someone pat her on the shoulder that Chen Qiaoxi woke up, turned her head and saw Lu Fujing standing beside her, and said with a surprised face: "Fujing, why haven't you left yet?"

"Auntie really wants me to go?"

Lu Fujing teased with a sly face.

"Where...how can it be, don't you always go away, you just feel a little strange."

"Auntie, you are very strange today!"

"Ah? Yes...is there?"

"Yes, of course! I won't be going back today. We haven't slept together for a long time. I'll have a good chat with my aunt tonight..."

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Zhang Twelve didn't know about the romantic scene in the next room. On the new day, he continued to live in Lu Mansion step by step.

These days, he felt that the only thing that improved his life was that he no longer had to deliberately avoid Lu Fujing when eating, and his fear of Lu Fujing became less and less.

The punishment for the "traitor" Lu Yuner has also come to an end, and these two days, Zhang Twelve is still trying to curry favor with Lu Yuner. It all started when he saw the invitation letter for the poetry meeting a few days ago.

There is still about a week until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the most discussed topic in Liangzhou City is the annual Mid-Autumn Poetry Fair.

In recent years, Liangzhou's literary style has flourished, and various large and small poetry fairs have emerged in an endless stream. But speaking of it, there are only three biggest poetry fairs, namely Shangyuan, Qixi Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival.

Because of the time, the Shangyuan Festival is too cold, and the Qixi Festival is too hot, while the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most suitable climate, and it is also a time for family and friends to reunite. Therefore, whether it is in Liangzhou or the entire Tang Dynasty, the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most worth looking forward to. grand festival.

Therefore, the importance of this Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting can be seen.

(End of this chapter)