The time was approaching midnight, and the liveliness of Jiangning City was gradually reaching its peak. The carriage crossed from Su Mansion and crossed a road with relatively few people. When it approached Wuyi Lane, the speed gradually slowed down.
Along the way, there were countless lively fires swaying outside the carriage. I opened the curtain and looked out. Even on the quiet road on weekdays, it was very lively at this time. When I arrived at the commercial street near Dewuyi Lane, there was a Seeing the crowds, the carriage was as difficult to move forward as it was stuck in a swamp. A team of dancing dragons was coming from there beating gongs and drums, and the young driver had no choice but to park the carriage beside it.
"Sister Chan, it's not a good time ahead."
This young man is probably a year or two older than Xiao Chan, but he still calls her sister. Although it seems that Xiaochan is just running around with Ning Yi these past few months, in fact, this little girl and her other two sisters have been exercising under Su Tan'er's hands for many years. She wanted to take charge of the Su family. The three most trusted maids under her command, even deacons big and small, had to give some face, which was why she could call a carriage as a little girl. This young man who had just entered the Su Mansion and signed a twenty-year prostitution contract knew her identity somewhat, and was respectful to her, and looked at the girl who seemed to be younger than him with some curiosity.
"See, I'll get off here, you can go back." Xiaochan lifted the curtain and came out, jumped out of the carriage, turned her head and smiled at him, then waved, "Thank you."
"I, my name is Dongzhu." The young man gathered up his courage, stammered out his name, then raised his head and said, "There are too many people in front of me, I'll take you there."
"Brother Dongzhu." Xiaochan smiled and bowed in thanks, then waved her hand and turned around again, "No, it's alright." Like a butterfly, she ran into the crowd, and her little hand could still be seen waving in the air. down, and then submerged in and disappeared.
In Suzhou City, Xiao Chan has been going back and forth many times, and she is very familiar with her, and no matter what the extreme situation is, just talking about the ability to socialize, handle affairs, and deal with a little trouble, the seemingly innocent and cute little Chan is actually very good. Much taller than the rural boy named Dongzhu. What's more, in such a crowded place, it is unlikely that anyone would embarrass a little girl who came out to go shopping and join in the fun. There are indeed a lot of gangsters and bullies these days, but they are not so easy to meet.
Bouncing through the crowd of dragon dancers amid the clamorous voices, there was an insane singing voice from a nearby brothel, which was gathered in the roaring street market. After a while, someone also held a piece of rice paper from the street. The head quickly ran over: "Lichuan Poetry Club, Tang Yu, Tang Gongzi's new poems chanting bamboo..." Then he pasted the paper on the poetry list in front of a shop, and there were crowds of people around, one pushing tea for hundreds of years, This kind of story happens every year, and it can become a popular topic in a long or short period of time. Men will naturally show off in such topics, and then they will report their names, and people will envy you. Is a romantic talent, the name is a bit loud.
Being praised at this time, Xue Jin was quite humble, and the female family members of Wufu also smiled and said, "My concubine is a little moved by Xue Gongzi's poems." Su Tan'er also liked the poems and praised them. a few words. In fact, people who are really familiar with the sedan chair, such as this Wu family woman, such as Su Tan'er, understand that most of the poems of the other party are bought from a famous family.
Xue Jin smiled happily, and gave a few words of humility. The two sides chatted, then Xue Jin said: "It's a pity that Brother Ning never came, otherwise, seeing such a grand occasion, there must be a good birth..."
Su Tan'er frowned. A few people seemed to be talking happily here, and a middle-aged man from the Pu family who was the master also came over. This person is the younger brother of the head of the Pu family, named Puyang Yu, who had also been awarded the title in his early years. He also has some talent. He himself was walking around to entertain people. At this time, he laughed and inserted the topic and asked what everyone was talking about. Xue Jin explained, saying that Su Tan'er's husband, Ning Yi, was planning to come, but unfortunately it happened to be infected these few days. It's a pity that the wind is cold, otherwise it would be Ning Yi's talent and so on.
"I don't think so. I heard that although Ning Yi has been studying for a few years, he is only a mediocre person. It's the same whether he comes or not." A person from the back said.
Xue Jin smiled and turned around: "Brother Feng, please don't talk nonsense, Brother Ning's demeanor, I've seen it too, the Su family has searched for thousands of times, and just chose Brother Ning..."
Su Tan'er's husband, Ning Yi, is not very talented. People from Wufu, who have some friendship with Su Tan'er, know it. Therefore, even though he was talking about Ning Yi's body, it does not involve poetry and prose. Yes, watching each other's performance at this time, the two of the Wu family naturally understood Xue Jin's thoughts. Xue Jin pursued Su Tan'er before, but he failed to propose a marriage. He was a bit resentful and played some tricks. To be honest, the performance is not very technical, but the effect will not be compromised. There was a rumor that Su Tan'er married a waste, and the Wu family woman gave the minister a wink and wanted him to cut it a little bit, but the man saw it, but he hesitated for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking. With a smile on her face, Su Tan'er was about to speak, and Xiao Chan emerged from beside her.
"Yeah, my uncle is very good at writing poetry." She was fighting and eating with Juaner Xing'er. She was holding a piece of cake to repeat the magic that Ning Yi taught her, but she wore it, and the cake fell to the ground. People also noticed the situation here. Juaner Xing'er said that the son of the Xue family had bad intentions. Chan'er thought about it and leaned over at this time, "My uncle wrote a poem tonight."
As soon as the little girl said this, both Xue Jin over there and Su Tan'er over here were stunned. After a while, Xue Jin laughed: "Oh, did Brother Ning also have a great birth? Great, I just took it out and shared it with everyone. Take a look."
He looked surprised and magnanimous. In fact, he had already laughed in his heart. He had already inquired about what Ning Yi learned. After reading books for so many years, poetry can be written, but what will it look like when it is written? It's hard to say, at this time I just thought that Xiaochan didn't know how to appreciate it. If you take the situation before, there may be a few people gossiping, but it doesn't really mean much, but if a bad poem is really taken out for everyone to "evaluate", what effect will it have? .
"Well, alright." Xiaochan nodded, took the folded paper out of her clothes, and babbled, "At night, the uncle is uncomfortable and wants to hear Xiaochan sing, so Xiaochan just I took the poetry book and asked my uncle to choose one. But my uncle said that I didn't like it very much, so I wrote one by myself, oh, this is the song, but Xiaochan copied it down... "
I didn't like them very much, so I wrote one myself... With such a big tone, both Su Tan'er and Puyang Yu frowned, only Xue Jin smiled brighter and more sincere. As Xiaochan said that, she handed the paper to Su Taner, who had an undecided expression on her face. Su Taner looked at the rice paper to make sure that there were words, and then looked at Xiaochan again, and then officially turned back to the rice paper, her lips lightly parted, and while Watching and reading the words above silently.
Halfway through the reading, the speed of the light opening of his lips slowed down, but the eyes in his eyes gradually became more complicated, and he finally settled down. He glanced at Xiaochan again, and then returned to continue to meditate on the poem on the paper, ahead. Xue Jin smiled, craned his neck and looked around. Although he couldn't see it, he was still very happy...
What's the use of reciting silently? Anyway, you still have to show it to everyone. I'll just recite it for you at that time, ha!
As if the prank was successful, he thought happily.
After a moment, a large canopy of fireworks rose from the side of the boat, and Su Tan'er handed over the words amid the magnificent flames.
“Please comment on Uncle Puyang Shi…”
Puyang Yu had already seen the clue, and nodded and smiled at this time. He is very fond of this young lady of the Su family, who seems to be weak and does not let her men. Even if the family has a husband who is not very talented, it is a common thing. On the contrary, Xue Jin and Meng Lang are mean and unpleasant. If the poems are not good, you should also say a few good words and try your best to round things up. He took the poem and looked down, thinking in his mind what kind of evaluation to use.
The fireworks rose, and others were waiting for his first comment. Xue Jin smiled elegantly and courteously. Su Tan'er glanced at him, her eyes fell back on the paper note in Puyang Yu's hand, and she gently bit her lower lip.
The flames are on and off, and the eyes are complicated and unspeakable...