Fortunate Young Gentleman

"Sister Hu." Zhong Yi looked at the woman, her face turned red, and she whispered, "He is outside."

"You must let me see it later." The woman surnamed Hu smiled and said, "You don't know how many sisters in Lingzhou are jealous of you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, several more figures came around.

"Yes, Xiaoyi will introduce us to you soon."

"That's right, we also want to see what the hero who saves the beauty looks like..."

"Hey, if someone can do this for me and not even care about his life, I will definitely choose him over Mr. Gu..."

"Bah, Mr. Gu won't choose you either!"

…

Several young women started laughing and playing around. Zhong Yi took two steps towards the woman surnamed Hu and asked in a low voice: "Sister Hu, do you know that Xie Daoyun once wrote a song "Taishan Yin"?"

Hu Jin was slightly startled and asked, "What is "Taishan Yin"?"

Zhong Yi looked at her and said: "The mountains in the east of E'E are high and beautiful, soaring into the sky..."

…

"Speaking of Xie Daoyun, who else is more familiar with you than you? Don't you know her works?" Hu Jin said, and then said in surprise: "However, this poem is quite a legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and it can be regarded as a masterpiece. In the past, How come I’ve never heard of it…”

Zhong Yi thought for a while and then asked: "Could it be that... someone got Xie Daoyun's posthumous manuscript and hid it without publishing it?"

"Do you think it is possible?" Hu Jin looked at her and said: "The Eastern Jin Dynasty has been dead for nearly a thousand years. If Xie Daoyun really has any legacy, why has it not appeared in the past thousand years? There are not many poems by her, whether it is His descendants are still her admirers, so there is no reason to hide her poems. If the legacy of the most talented woman in the ages existed, everyone would have known about it. "

Zhong Yi nodded and stopped asking further.

Hu Jin looked at her and asked: "Xie Daoyun has never written it. Where did you see this poem? It couldn't have been written by you yourself..."

When she said this, she suddenly changed the subject and said with some dissatisfaction: "What's going on with you recently? Forget it on weekdays, you didn't come on Chinese Valentine's Day. If you could write such a sentence that day, When it comes to poetry, we won’t lose to Xue Yun and the others..."

Zhong Yi looked at her in surprise and asked, "Didn't it rain on Chinese Valentine's Day? What happened?"

"Okay, you really have a husband and have forgotten your sisters..." Hu Jin looked at her and pretended to be dissatisfied: "If you don't come to the poetry meeting that was promised, no one can suppress Xue Yun and the others. You didn't read Her expression that day... made me so angry. What on earth were you doing on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day? Is there anything more important than a poetry meeting? "

Zhong Yi lowered his head and turned even redder: "That day, that night..."

How could she say that she was teaching him how to play chess that night, and she hesitated for a long time before inviting him to come with her today...

Seeing her blushing and "shy" look, Hu Jin seemed to have thought of something, and his face couldn't help but blush.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't want to hear about your boudoir fun..." She shook her head and said, "I'll spare you this time, but if you do this again next time, we won't treat you as a sister..."

"Yes, Xiaoyi, if he bullies you in the future, we have to support you!"

"How could he bully Xiaoyi? He likes Xiaoyi, maybe he likes her to the core..."

…

"Hey, isn't this a talented lady like Zhong Da? Your nerdy husband-in-law is here. Didn't he come over today..."

Several women were teasing around Zhong Yi, when suddenly a strange voice came from the side.

Hearing this voice, Hu Jin's expression changed. He turned his head and saw several women walking towards this side.

She looked at the young woman at the head and said angrily: "Xue Yun, who are you calling a nerd?"

"Aren't you a nerd?" The woman named Xue Yun smiled and said, "That's what is said outside..."

After she finished speaking, she sighed, looked at Zhong Yi, and said with regret: "It's a pity, it's such a pity. Our famous talented girl Zhong in Lingzhou City has countless admirers, so she didn't choose the governor or other talents. , actually married an unknown nerd..."

Beside Zhong Yi, a girl said angrily: "Sister Zhong will marry whomever she likes. It's none of your business!"

Xue Yun looked at her, raised his eyebrows and said, "Little girl, do you have the right to speak here?"

The girl was furious and just about to speak, Tang Yaoyao put down the cake in her hand and stood up.

Xue Yun saw the figure next to Zhong Yi clearly, her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't help but take a few steps back, and said warily: "Tang Yaoyao, what do you want to do? I'm warning you, this is the Fang family, don't mess around. …”

Tang Yaoyao stretched his body and said, "What are you afraid of? I don't want to fight with you..."

Xue Yun secretly resented that her behavior just now seemed to be frightened by Tang Yaoyao. She took a deep breath, plucked up her courage, and said, "Thankfully, you are still a woman. Opening and closing your mouth means fighting. You still look like a woman." ?"

"What is a woman like?" Tang Yaoyao glanced at her and said, "Does a woman have to be like you, write a few sour poems and put her eyes on her forehead..."

Zhong Yi tugged on Tang Yaoyao's sleeves and wrote sour poems. Her words almost included everyone present.

Except for herself, of course.

Xue Yun's chest was heaving with anger. After finally calming down, he looked at her, sneered, and said, "Even if it's a sour poem..., it's better than some people who can't even write sour poems, right?"

This time it was Tang Yaoyao's turn to have her chest heaving.

Of course, her chest heaving didn't change much.

Zhong Yi hurriedly grabbed her hand.

The girl looked at Xue Yun's proud look and couldn't help saying, "Isn't it just a poem for the Qixi Festival? What's so great about it? Sister Zhong didn't come that day. If Sister Zhong was here, she would definitely do better than you!"

"Xiao Rou!" Hu Jin's face changed, and she looked at the girl and whispered.

Although she never doubted Zhong Yi's talent, poetry and lyrics always require inspiration in addition to one's own foundation. If Xue Yun made trouble at this moment, wouldn't she push Zhong Yi into a very embarrassing situation?

Xue Yun was stunned at first, then smiled and said: "My talent is naturally not as good as that of the talented Zhong Da. It's not too late to say that the Qixi Festival has just passed for three days. What masterpieces does the talented Zhong Da have? Why not show them to us now and let us open our eyes?"

Hu Jin and the women beside him all changed their faces when they heard this.

Hu Jin looked at Zhong Yi and asked in a low voice: "Are you prepared?"

Although it was a poetry gathering on Qixi Festival, no one would be so arrogant as to perform on the spot. The so-called impromptu writing was the result of countless deliberations beforehand.

Even if Zhong Yi didn't show up on Qixi Festival, if she had prepared in advance, she would not be stumped by Xue Yun at this moment.

Zhong Yi shook her head.

These days, she was only busy flipping through books to look up "Song of Mount Tai" and Li Qingzhao. How could she prepare any Qixi poems?

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, the two of them were still discussing how many spoons of sugar to add to the sweet and sour spareribs in the kitchen...

Seeing that Zhong Yi didn't say a word, Xue Yun was secretly happy and pretended to be surprised: "Ms. Zhong, you can't be so stingy, right?"

"Sister Yun, you have to give her some time to think about it..."

"That's right, no matter how talented you are, you can't speak out of poetry..."

"Why not give Ms. Zhong a stick of incense?"

...

The women behind her also followed suit, and the smiles on their faces seemed to be gloating.

Not far away, more figures were attracted by their voices.

"It is said that Miss Zhong has a new work?"

"That can't be missed. This year's Chinese Valentine's Day poems, Xue Yun is the leader, and those talented people also praise her poems very much. I wonder how Ms. Zhong compares with her?"

"You will know after seeing it..."

When many figures in the courtyard gathered here, Hu Jin's face began to change. Tang Yaoyao stood beside Zhong Yi, looking at Xue Yun with anger on her face.

Xue Yun and the others showed a little pride on their faces.

The atmosphere in the field began to become quiet.

At this time, the only sound of footsteps seemed particularly clear.

Tang Ning walked up to Zhong Yi and Tang Yaoyao, looked around, and asked, "What are you doing?"