A spoiled pet, the prime minister asks to divorce his wife

Chapter 193 Stone Bridge on Poetry
Zhao Huailing and Wu Yue were at a loss. When they were attacked by the crowd yesterday, they were really aggrieved.

"Master Jiang, how did you know about Fengcheng county magistrate Deng's family biography?" Zhao Huailing pulled Jiang Tinghao with a smile. If the three children hadn't used their family background to frighten people, they would not have been so suppressed.

"I don't know, I just remember this person's name, thinking it can scare people, so I took it out." Jiang Tinghao said innocently, and he just said it casually.

Zhao Huailing: ...But the posture just now seemed real to her.

"Mother, am I good?" Jiang Tinghao asked for credit.

"Great." Gu Qingzhi was not perfunctory.

Compared with Bai Chenxuan's composure, Chen Fangyuan's immaturity, and Jiang Tinghao's smoother, the son of an official family has more knowledge and experience than ordinary children, coupled with the usual influence, he really has a bit of momentum.

A few people visited the ready-made clothing shop, then went to the rouge shop, and finally went shopping a lot before returning satisfied...

Waiting for the sun to slant west and the moon to rise above the head of the willow tree.

Most of the water in the South Bay was illuminated red by the lights.

The crowds are crowded, no matter on the boat, on both sides of the river, or on the bridge, there are people everywhere, watching the excitement, reciting poems, and even young men and women secretly eyeing each other...

A painting boat is interspersed among many painting boats, except for two lanterns, there is nothing else, and there is nothing special about it, but people's eyes are all looking at it from time to time.

"Prime Minister Bai, Miss Nanjun is sitting in the boat in front of you." The county magistrate enthusiastically pointed to the humble boat and said.

Bai Xiuran just glanced at it indifferently, then silently looked away.

He sent the three tied men to the government today, inevitably to expose his identity. This county magistrate is also an interesting person, and he even brought out some backlogged cases in recent years for him to review.

This stay lasted for a whole day. If the master hadn't mentioned tonight's Qiqiao Festival, maybe he would still be in the yamen. Only then did the magistrate Deng find out that he had kept the current prime minister for a day. Let's see Bai Xiuran together.

Their boat was an ordinary small boat with a small awning. Except for one boatman, he and County Magistrate Deng were the only two people who prepared sake, but he was injured and couldn't drink it, so he asked someone to change it for tea.

"Prime Minister Bai, I heard that you are the most talented person in the world. I am not talented. I would like to ask you some advice." After Deng County Magistrate Wen Cranchi finished speaking, he did not wait for Bai Xiuran to say anything. The cow and the weaver girl cross the river bridge. Every family begs for cleverness and looks at the autumn moon, threading tens of thousands of red silk."

"it is good."

There was an admiration from the nearby painting boat, and a woman in a red dress raised her hand towards the inside of the Wupeng boat, "I don't know who wrote the poem, my little girl toasts."

"Miss Miao Zan." County magistrate Deng also came out with a cup in his hand. He was modest and courteous, but he was a little proud inside. He was also well-read in poetry and books, and he had taken part in the exams and was canonized by the Holy Spirit. Officer, somewhat arrogant.

"It turned out to be Mr. Deng. I wonder if you can come on board and have a drink with me." The woman in red recognized his identity.

It is a beautiful thing to be met by a beautiful woman. Mr. Deng was a little tempted, but when he looked at the people in Peng Nei, he hesitated.

"Lord Deng, don't worry about me." Bai Xiuran said indifferently.

"Then I'll have a drink or two before coming back." Mrs. Deng said a few polite words before leaving happily.

No matter how busy and noisy the outside world is, Bai Xiuran seems to stay out of it, thinking about Gu Qingzhi, what is she doing on such a beautiful day?
"... A bottle of wine on the lake in the distance, can recall thousands of miles away.

There is still love in Wanli Sichun, but the sudden arrival of spring is frightening..."

Maybe it was because the night was too alluring, but when he thought about Gu Qingzhi, he actually felt like composing a poem, and when he recovered from his injury, he would also have a good drink with Qingzhi.

"Boatman..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the flute came from the surface of the water, which was melodious and clear, making the noisy crowd quiet.

Some people recognized that it was Nanjun's flute, and stopped excitedly to listen.

Only then did Bai Xiuran look over, he heard other meanings in the sound of the flute, this person wanted to compete with him, and make friends through writing...

The North Shore is completely boiling tonight.

The woman who drove the entire Fengcheng crazy, actually competed with others in poetry, and the viewers held their breath for fear of missing a word.

The melodious voice of the painting boat woman is like a yellow warbler, and the verses she utters are even more graceful and fresh, which is amazing.

The man in the Wupeng boat didn't show his real body either, only the coldness in his words could be heard, his poems were more majestic, full of arrogance and surging heart, which made people feel a sense of worship.

The literati and students present almost went crazy and asked, who is the man in the boat?

They must pay a visit.

Because from the first poem, the men in Xiaozhou are very indifferent, which can be heard from his words.

Moreover, they also heard that the poetry of the man in the boat was slightly better.

The people in Fengcheng wished they could lift the small boat and see their true colors. What's more, they wanted to take the place of the boatman and go to pole the boat.

When Gu Qingzhi left, he was quite puzzled, and the people around him were like dumb, refusing to say a word.

When I got closer, I realized that someone was fighting poetry.

She heard a familiar voice, and smiled heavily, scaring Zhao Huailing: "Miss, it seems to be uncle."

"Humph."

Could she not know that it was Bai Xiuran? She also said that she was not interested in beauties. Who is it that is reciting poems right now? Men are all virtuous.

"Miss, let's go to the stone bridge." Zhao Huailing pointed to the bridge above the wupeng boat.

Because there were so many people tonight, the three little ones were left at the inn. Gu Qingzhi only brought six of them out, and everyone dressed up. It was only today that Zhao Huailing learned that her lady's make-up skills are good.

As for Gu Er's face covered with scars, in Gu Qingzhi's hands, rouge and gouache were used to cover up all of it. If you don't stare carefully, you won't see any major problems at all.

When the door opened and Gu Er appeared in front of everyone, the cup in Zhao Huailing's hand almost fell to the ground.

My dear, the young man in front of me is as delicate as a crisp bamboo, Zhao Huailing circled around him, "Is this really Gu Er?"

Gu Er smiled shyly. When he saw himself in the bronze mirror, he was startled.

Wu Yue was also surprised, the person in front of him had changed too much: "Sister Gu, is this really you?"

Gu Qingzhi raised his eyebrows, it was rare to hear him call himself sister, "I can help you too."

"Me too." Zhao Huailing excitedly jumped over.

So, when they finished going out, it was a bit late to go out.

However, they were just looking for a place, and the finale will come later, these are Gu Qingzhi's original words.

On the stone bridge, Gu Qingzhi listened to the verses coming from the Wupeng boat, and had to admit that Bai Xiuran was amazing.

Gu Qingzhi also heard the woman's voice in the boat, not deliberately coquettish, not uttering a word or humble, like wintersweet in the snow, blooming proudly, the woman seems to be interested, one after another, fighting with Bai Xiuran's poems .

No, it's more like a confidant who met each other and hated each other lately.

"Master, it's them." Gu Da pointed to a few men standing on the other side of the bridge, and those people were fascinated to listen to the poems exchanged between the two.

Gu Qingzhi bared her teeth, and it happened that she was also in a bad mood.

She didn't dress like a woman tonight, instead she was wearing a man's white clothes. She was tall and tall, and she was wearing a white dress, which gave off a sense of being untainted from mud. She wore a hat on her head and held a handful of Folding the fan, he crossed to those men in a leisurely manner.

The men were stunned. Although Gu Qingzhi was dressed like a man, she did not deliberately conceal her identity as a woman, so everyone could see that she was a girl, and a very beautiful girl.

A few people were a little surprised, is this considered a flying blessing?

"I heard that you were the ones who bullied my younger brother yesterday." Gu Qingzhi slapped the folding fan in his hand, his tone full of arrogance.

Only then did they suddenly realize that they were here to seek revenge for making fun of that ugly monster last night. However, the girl in front of her was so ugly that she really didn't expect to have such an ugly younger brother.

"I really don't know if it's the girl's younger brother, so Xiaosheng will accompany you." The man also wearing a white long gown made a pretentious bow.

The corner of Gu Qingzhi's mouth twitched, "You all make fun of my younger brother in public, and even humiliate my family. This is not easy to settle."

"What does the girl want?" Several people are not afraid of her. With so many people present, if they make a move, it is not certain who will suffer.

"Let's compete in writing, whoever loses will kowtow and admit his mistake in public." She said it loudly, her eyes and eyebrows were full of provocation.

"Okay." They can be regarded as some well-known talents in Fengcheng, as long as they are not the man in Wu Peng Xiaozhou, they are really not afraid of her.

"We each come up with questions and write poems based on the topics given by each other." She is full of publicity, and she is not worried about losing at all, because she has 5000 years of cultural heritage as a support. If she loses this time, she will be in the southeast. branch.

A few people were not polite, and they were the first to ask questions.

Waiting for Gu Qingzhi to open his mouth, the faces of several people turned dark.

Li Bai, Du Pu, Meng Haoran, Su Shi, Liu Yong, Li Qingzhao, Han Yu, Li He, Wang Changling...

She could borrow their poems to deal with it at will. There was no sound in the Uppong boat, and the painting boat was also quiet. People's eyes were all focused on the side of the stone bridge.

The woman disguised as a man shook her folding fan, dazzled everyone's eyes, and praised one after another, even Deng Chuanjia came out to watch curiously, who was so uttering lotus flowers, saying quatrains.

"Do you still want to compare?" Gu Qingzhi looked at the foolish men with a provocative look.

Their faces were flushed, but they had no words to refute. In the end, they were aggrieved and turned into one sentence: "We lost."

Zhao Huailing and the others followed Gu Qingzhi, looking at those men in relief, telling you to make fun of them with poems yesterday, but now the young lady returned them with poems, leaving them speechless.

"Everyone, let's start." Gu Qingzhi stood aside and let Gu Er and the others to the front, "If you come out to mess around, you should pay it back."

Those men did not expect that they would lose, and if they kneeled in front of everyone, they would be ridiculed for the rest of their lives, so they were a little unwilling to kneel.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat. You don't want me to use force." Gu Qingzhi saw their reluctance and said.

"This girl, you have to be forgiving and forgiving. Since the girl has won, please stop being aggressive." Those who have something good to do know the bet Gu Qingzhi and the others made, and stop them aloud.

"But why didn't I hear someone say "forgive me and forgive me yesterday?" Gu Qingzhi glanced at the speaker with a cold expression. .

During the day, the girls in the tailor shop also recognized Gu Qingzhi, and they already had prejudices against Gu Qingzhi, but seeing her bullying others like this, they were dissatisfied and said: "A foreigner, bullying us in Fengcheng, It’s really like we have no one in Fengcheng.”

"It's a lot of people. If anyone has an opinion, come out and have a competition. If I lose, I will kowtow in public to admit my mistake, but if you lose, you can kowtow with them." She pointed at the losers. The lost man spoke casually, so arrogantly that people wanted to beat her up, but everyone had heard the poems in her mouth just now, not to mention them, even Nan Jun came forward, he was not as good.

When everyone was angry, angry and ashamed, Deng Chuanjia couldn't stand it anymore. He is the county magistrate of Fengcheng, and he couldn't tolerate a foreigner provoking everyone like this. Help with poetry."

The crowd suddenly became active, yes, how could they forget that the man in the Uppong boat is very talented, if he comes forward, he will definitely be able to save the victory.

All of a sudden, everyone begged.

(End of this chapter)