Forensic lady champion husband

Chapter 66

Ming Shu took Xu Rou's hand, and was called by Mrs. Xu Rou's long wife. She really felt that she was her elder and should take care of her like a junior.

Xu Rou's father, Xu Yan, had a friendship with Yan Shu, but years of being involved in business has made this friendship very weak. I went to the invitation, but ordinary people declined it in order to avoid embarrassment.But Xu Yan agreed. He has not been in a prominent position for several years, and it is always good to let his daughter see everyone before she gets married.

Therefore, Xu Rou seemed a bit out of place on this occasion - the female family members present were either Yan Shu's relatives or close friends' family members. Many of them had known each other for a long time, and they got together very warmly. She was the only one, alone. I can't let go of my body and enter other people's circles, and I don't have the courage to be alone.

But when she invited Ming Shu over, it was not just to get out of the siege, but also for the small calculation in her heart.

"Madam Yan, do you know who are the guests in the front hall?" Xu Rou asked shyly.

Ming Shu heard Yan Ziqin mention it, and said, "They are all young scholars."

Xu Rou nodded, holding the sleeve of her sleeve with her long nailed hands, half covering her face, looking around with a very cautious look.

"Does Madam Yan know if Ouyang Xiu is among them?"

Ming Shu couldn't help frowning, thinking that this little lady Xu was too bold, even if Ouyang Xiu was present, would she still risk being smashed by all the guests and go over the wall to see him?What's more, according to what she said in Yuan's house before, Ouyang Xiu didn't even have a relationship with her, so if he went there rashly, he would probably scare her.

Seeing Ming Shu frowning slightly, Xu Rou didn't know what was going on in her heart, so she said, "I...I just want to see him."

In fact, Mingshu is also curious about what this eternally famous talent looks like, especially at this time he is still young, vigorous and in full bloom, not like in books, just a series of cold names and old portraits.

But you can't mislead your children for your own selfishness.

So Mingshu said: "Miss Xu, don't you know that people's words are scary?"

Xu Rou said: "If others tell me this, I will believe it, but if Mrs. Yan says it, I will not believe it."

Ming Shu was startled, and wondered what Xu Rou meant by this, did she treat her as someone who was thick-skinned like a city wall and helped regardless of the occasion?This person is full of gossip, and thinking of her face full of glow in front of Yan Ziqin at the winter plum meeting, she secretly thought that this person is not suitable for a close friendship, and was looking for a chance to leave, Xu Rou opened her mouth with tears in her eyes.

"Madam Yan, do you still remember what happened to my cousin?"

Speaking of Yuan Yizhen, Mingshu couldn't help being taken aback.Yuan Yizhen has always been unable to overcome a hurdle in her heart. Because Zhang Lin's framing of his wife and brother was exposed, the Zhang and Yuan families no longer have the face and affection as in-laws. The Yijue matter is a foregone conclusion, and Yuan Yizhen is about to leave. Sea of ​​bitterness, regain freedom.

However, after witnessing his parents' indifference, Yuan Yizhen was already disheartened, and his words revealed a disillusioned heart, intending to find a quiet Buddhist temple where he could rely on, with green lights and yellow scrolls, for the rest of his life.

If she is the most grateful friend in this world, if Yuan Yizhen is the second, no one can be the first. The feeling of helplessness is deeply imprinted in her heart. The root of all tragedies is blind marriage. Now Her cousin faced the same problem again, and Ming Shu couldn't help but change her mind slightly.

Xu Rou begged again, "Sister Qu, do you have the heart to see me follow in my cousin's footsteps?"

Mingshu sighed: "It's not appropriate to publicize this matter, let alone in someone else's house, it won't leave a good reputation with others or yourself, so don't rush it."

After speaking, she left under Xu Rou's resentful eyes.

At this moment, Ouyang Xiuxiu who was in the front hall looked at each other with a pale face and Wang Gongchen who was also at a loss in the corner.He was holding a volume of creased calligraphy in his hand, which was the one he was going to hand over to Yan Shu.

"What to do, it's folded like rags!" Ouyang Xiu was desperate.

Wang Gongchen was speechless, and said: "It's not because you suppressed..."

Ouyang Xiu said: "If you don't push me, how can I crush it?"

Wang Gongchen said: "It was you who lied to me first and wanted to find... find..."

Ouyang Xiudao: "Looking for a bride?"

Wang Gongchen said: "Shameless!"

If Xu Rou knew, she would be glad that she didn't see Ouyang Xiu tonight, otherwise, with his stupid appearance at this time, she would definitely go home and fight with her father for [-] rounds, vowing not to marry. She was about to miss this man who broke her heart.

The shadow of the moon was getting higher and higher, and the sound of silk and bamboo was loud. Yan Shu took care of the scholars in the front hall, and then returned to the back hall to gather with relatives and friends.The maidservants in the mansion had already set up a family banquet, and because Yan Ziqin was of Yan Shu's clan, they went into the inner room with Ming Shu, met with the yamen of the mansion one by one, and saluted Yan Shu's wife again before entering the table.

Yan Shu has a literary talent and likes to compose small lyrics. During the banquet, he ordered courtesans to play and sing. All of them were his new works. One of the songs "Huanxisha" was very familiar to Ming Shu. Listen carefully, Xia Que sang the well-known "" It's better to take pity on the person in front of you."

She thought that this song must have been composed by Yan Shu for the singing girls at the banquet, and when she looked at his wife, there was no sign of displeasure on her face, as if she was used to it, she couldn't help feeling chills, and looked at Yan Ziqin thoughtfully. glance.

If Yan Ziqin was so flirtatious, she would definitely not be able to bear it.

Yan Ziqin seemed to notice it, tilted his head slightly, pretended to be pouring wine, and glanced at Mingshu indiscriminately, but seeing her hesitation, although he didn't know why, but he could feel her loss, so he sneaked under the table. He held Mingshu's hand.

Ming Shu was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't dare to show any traces on her face. She waited anxiously for the next sentence, not knowing what trick Yan Ziqin was going to play.She just felt numb and numb in her palm, it turned out that he was writing on her palm with slightly cool fingertips.

"You are the person in front of me."

Although there are many women in this world, you are the only one who may fall into my eyes.Yan Ziqin would not say the rest, and was even more ashamed to say it, but it was enough.

The strokes are clear, although his hands are cold, but Mingshu's palms are subtly warm, the huge hall seems to be silent, no one else would have guessed that no one cares about this crowded banquet. Under the table, there was such tenderness and tenderness that made the five senses of both of them blurred, only the warmth and itching in the hands was real.

It wasn't until she heard someone calling her that Mingshu came back to her senses.

It turned out that Yan Shu was raising his glass and laughing, and said, "All the people here are elegant people. Even women can write poems. Why don't everyone write a poem with the theme of Die Lian Hua, Ruan Langgui, or Bodhisattva Man? Wouldn't it be fun if we improvised?"

Everyone nodded repeatedly, but Ming Shu panicked.

She won't at all!Isn't this to lose face in public, and it's not just her face.

People would not talk about her, they would only secretly calculate how the Qu family raised such an illiterate daughter, Yan Ziqin had no literary talents, but married a vulgar and illiterate wife.

She really wants to stand up and suggest that everyone compete to cut fat and muscle tissue, or do slices. She is absolutely confident...

Stop thinking about it, the maidservants have brought pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and distributed them to everyone respectfully. What was handed to Mingshu was a piece of gold paper and a tube of jade bamboo pens. Mingshu's hand trembling when he took the pens and papers of.

Seeing that the people present were seated in separate seats, Yan Shu, Yan Ziqin, and Yan Shu's five young masters were all waving papers, needless to say, the rest of the people were also thinking hard, writing two sentences, only Ming Shu trembling hands and feet, one I can't write words.

Think about the poems I have memorized in modern times, such as "The bright moon does not understand the bitterness of parting and hatred. The slanting light reaches the dawn and wears Zhuhu"... Wait, these are Yan Shu's words, and the right master is present, so they can't be used.

Thinking about it again, there is also "dream into Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River"... This is Yan Jidao's words. This person is Yan Shu's seventh son. Although he has not yet been born at this time, it is too dishonest to plagiarize his son's words.

"Drunk, don't wake up in the West Tower"?No, it was Yan Ji who said it! "The mourning zither plays the Xiangjiang song, and the sound is full of Xiangbo green"?It was Yan Jidao!

Mingshu thought about five or six poems, but they were all written by Yan Jidao, as if she had been poisoned by the Yan family. She only blamed her love of "Xiaoshan Ci" in her previous life. The more critical she was, the more she thought of his works. The Ci Pai did not meet the requirements, otherwise she would only be able to remember one or two sentences, and would not be able to complete the whole article. She only hated that she didn't like Nalan Xingde or Su Shi at the beginning. In this way, she would be saved today.

Forget it, do you like other people's poems just to plagiarize them after time travel?Even if the plagiarism comes over, everyone is shocked, and the reputation of a talented woman spreads, she will definitely have a disturbed conscience until she loses sleep every night.So she resolutely decided to make a comeback. She had been in the Song Dynasty for five or six years, and she also had some understanding of current lyrics and music. Even if she wrote something that was not up to standard and unreasonable, she should bear it if she was ridiculed by others.

Yan Ziqin finished writing "Ruan Lang's Return" and got up to put down the pen. Yan Shu had already written five or six poems, and was reviewing his new work with a satisfied smile.

Yan Ziqin raised his eyes, and saw his little lady was scribbling on the paper with a troubled face. After his teaching, Mingshu's handwriting was already readable, but I don't know how talented she is.

Squinting his eyes, Yan Ziqin was dumbfounded.

On the gold-sprinkling paper, the Bodhisattva Man three-character song card is written in a big way, other than that, there are only two characters-Yanbo.

After tossing and cooperating with her for a long time, only two words came out?
And it's still two words that are nothing new.

Seeing Ming Shu mentioning the weighty pen again, Yan Ziqin thought she was about to swipe into writing, but he only wrote two words slowly, which together read "Smoke and Miao Miao".

She... probably couldn't write...

Yan Ziqin reluctantly accepted this idea, and then saw the pitiful eyes cast by Ming Shu, who had failed.

"Help me!" She told Yan Ziqin with teary eyes, she was about to collapse.Facts tell Mingshu that literary talent cannot be suppressed, and you can't use four words to make a difference!

The rest of the people present put down their pens one after another, Yan Ziqin sighed, followed Ming Shu's opening four characters, wrote a poem about Bodhisattva Man, secretly handed it to her, and whispered: "Quick copy!"

Mingshu couldn't care less about thanking her, and hurriedly copied it down.

When it came to the selection, it was naturally Yan Shu who won the first prize. Yan Ziqin's sentence "Qingming's mist and rain dissolves itself, and the river and sky have a ray of wind" ranked second, and Mingshu asked Yan Ziqin to write "The misty waves are misty and the wind is like living, and Liusi cuts away the sorrow" "One song was actually ranked first among the women's family members, which made her feel so guilty that she decided to go home and study poetry well, so that she would never make a fool of herself again.

The lights were fading, and the banquet was about to end. On the carriage home, Mingshu buried her head and dared not speak, for fear that Yan Ziqin would ask about the matter of writing the lyrics just now.

What should be faced is still to be faced, leaving a question, after all, you have to make up your mind, Yan Ziqin sighed, and said softly: "It's not your fault that you... haven't learned how to write lyrics, don't take it to heart."

Listening to the sound of rolling wheels, Ming Shu murmured: "Actually... I don't know much more than you imagine. Before I was 11 years old, I was muddle-headed and foolish, and I missed a lot of time."

Yan Ziqin said: "I didn't live with your talent, I was also stupid back then, did you despise me?"

Mingshu said: "How do you know that I never dislike you?"

Yan Ziqin said: "I can feel it, but I'm trying to catch up now, like last night..."

Thinking of last night, Mingshu realized that Yan Ziqin said he was stupid, referring to that matter, and said angrily: "You still have the nerve to say it! If you don't learn well, don't always watch unhealthy things!"

Yan Ziqin's face had already turned red, but he was trying to calm himself under the cover of the night. He said puzzledly, "What is unhealthy? I just read that using a pillow...is easy to conceive..."

Ming Shu said: "That kind of book is unhealthy, burn it!"

Yan Ziqin said: "I've already memorized them. Unless you change your husband, those things won't be burnt."

Mingshu said: "Can I go to the court to report you, saying that the newly appointed Shaoqing of Dali Temple does not practice etiquette and speaks disrespectfully!"

Yan Ziqin said: "Yes, but I may have to accept this report."

Ming Shu is speechless, the car is shaking, the door of the house is approaching, the door has been replaced with a New Year's peach charm, the New Year is just around the corner, and it will be a new beginning.

The New Year in the Song Dynasty will be jubilant from New Year's Eve to the Lantern Festival on the 15th of the first month, and until the lanterns are taken down, there are still people who are greedy for prosperity and indulge in the festive celebration.

At this time, the people are still relatively prosperous, and those newly purchased clothes for the New Year have to be exchanged for several pieces, and they can't be worn out until the middle of February. Welcome to the first ray of tender yellow silk willows on Bianliang Yujie.

The Royal Street of the Song Dynasty runs from the Zhuque Gate in the south of the city to the inner city of the imperial city. It is more than ten miles long and two hundred steps wide. On a narrow street to the east of Yujie Street, a swift figure cut through the night, holding something in its arms, jumped up at the door of a house, wrote a line of words on the outer wall angrily, and then, like a ghost Usually disappears in the night.

On the second day, at dawn, Li San, the servant of the family, yawned and pushed open the courtyard door, squinting his sleepy eyes, but saw a dangling thing hanging in front of the door.

Head!

Li San was so frightened that he fell down the steps and fell outside the door with his mouth wide open, unable to utter a word.

There is also a line of words on the wall of the courtyard - hoe profiteers, practice the way of heaven, murderers, Xue Hanliang.

(End of this chapter)