Heartburn

Chapter 33: Poetry Club

When I entered the room, I sat opposite her at the round table; she was habitually silent, and I didn't know how to speak. For a while, the atmosphere became a little embarrassing.

At this time, Xiao Er's knock on the door sounded, and finally broke the silence between us-I hurriedly shouted in.

I saw her walking in with a tray of dishes, and while arranging dishes for us, she introduced: "This is the specialty of our shop-lucky fish, rich shrimp, auspicious elbow, Dengke duck..."

"The name is festive," I looked at the dishes on the banquet. They were all greasy and fishy. My appetite was cut in half. Seeing that Xiaoer enthusiastically recommended it, and he was too eager to dislike it, I changed the subject." By the way, what fun places are there in Zechang City?"

"Oh, the sea is gone," I thought it was Jiang Zhuo's rewarding silver that played a role. The shopkeeper heard the words and immediately answered me enthusiastically, "If it wasn't for you to ask, the youngest thought the two were specially for the sake of Wendu Poems will come."

"The Poetry Club? It seems quite interesting... Let's just talk about it." I was aroused a little bit of interest-this so-called Poetry Club is an activity where a group of scholars gather together to exchange creative experiences and appreciate and comment on each other. ?

I don’t know how Dawu’s poems and songs compare with those masterpieces that I have learned before?

"Seeing that the two of you are from other places, it's no wonder I don't know." Xiaoer smiled and wiped the table, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of pride, "This Wendu Poetry Club belongs to our Zechang City. Traditionally, every year the most knowledgeable talented women in Dawu are invited. It is a first-class literary event. Today is the last day of the poetry festival. If you miss it, it would be a shame... If you look like a scholar, you might as well join in the fun," she said, the smile on the corner of her mouth closed for a few minutes, but there was a trace of ambiguity in her eyes, "——The little one has heard about it, this time the poetry meeting. The rewards are more glamorous than in previous years, and there are more talented ladies participating than in previous years. They all squeezed their heads to fight for the top spot!"

"Okay, let's go down first." Seeing her talk more and more vigorously, Jiang Zhuo waved her hand impatiently and sent her away.

But I was holding my chopsticks and facing a table of greasy and meaty dishes, but I couldn't start.

"Why, the food doesn't suit my appetite?" Jiang Zhuo frowned when he saw that I didn't move the chopsticks and called Xiao Er, "I asked them to withdraw and change a batch."

"Don't!" I hurriedly stopped her, trying to persuade her to dispel the idea of ​​wasting these dishes, "I'm just not hungry... Oh, by the way, why don't we go to the poetry club later?"

She nodded indifferently, the chopsticks pointed at the dish in front of us, and said without a doubt: "Yes, but we have to wait for the owner to have the meal first."

"...Okay." Reluctantly, I grabbed the blessed lucky fish with chopsticks, and I bite the bullet and ate it.

Under Jiang Zhuo's scrupulously watching, I finally managed to reach the target she had set, and touched the chubby belly, only feeling that I didn't even have the strength to get up.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that this is her real purpose, right?

After teaching me to eat and support, I feel tired, I just want to sleep, and never mention going to a poem meeting anymore.

No, I can't follow her way, I have to look at everything I say... A stubbornness suddenly rose in my heart, but I didn't want to teach her to take lightly.

Not only did she have one or two points of ambition, but also wanted to make her understand: Although I am not a hard-hearted person who speaks out, I am not a person who gives up easily.

Just as I am pleased with someone, there is no way to turn around-unfortunately, I don't know when I can teach her to understand... I'm afraid it is, there is no chance.

"Is the owner planning to go to the poetry club?" She rinsed her mouth with tea, wiped the corners of her lips, and glanced at me carelessly. The jokes on the corners of her mouth were unconcealed.

"Of course I want to go." I spit out the tea in my mouth angrily, rubbed my swollen belly, and gritted my teeth.

"Really?" She raised her eyebrows and glanced lightly at my stomach.

"Sure enough!" I insisted, turning slightly to avoid her sight.

"Sure?" She moved her fingers, glanced at the bronze mirror in the corner, and sorted her clothes.

"Definitely!" Staring at the back of her head, I almost doubt whether this nasty joker is the cold and snowy Jiang Zhuo--could it be that the core was changed when I didn't know it?

"Okay, let's go now." Just when I was frightened in a cold sweat by my own guess, I saw her push open the door, turned my head and said to me-her eyes were calm as water, her expression indifferent, one Instantly recovered to the ice beauty who taught me my heartbeat.

Seeing her change in a daze, I sighed in my heart and followed in silence.

The sun in the afternoon was very hot, and I just felt drowsy and full of food, I just felt drowsy, relying on perseverance to move forward; after not taking a few steps, my arm was lifted, and I looked sideways. It was Jiang Zhuo's exquisite profile face.

As she relieved most of her strength, it was indeed a lot easier to walk like this. With ulterior sweetness in my heart, I could only manage to control the curvature of the corners of my mouth, pretending to concentrate on looking at the scenery on both sides of the street. Staring at her fascinated.

When I was sighing how this person was so good-looking, I saw her frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Here."

"What's here?" I followed her gaze, and there was a sea of ​​people in front of me, three floors inside and outside three floors blocking the front of a compound.

I stood on tiptoe and barely saw the words "Wendu Poetry Society" on the plaque—unexpectedly, the poem fair was far more grand than I expected, and what the shopkeeper said was true.

But, with so many people in front of the door, how do we get in?

At this moment, I heard someone on the other side prolonged the tone and shouted: "Look, look! Master Fu is here!"

"Master Fu? Who is it?" asked bystanders who didn't know why, and I was also a little curious, turning my head and waiting for her answer.

"It's the eldest son of the current emperor's master, Ge Lao, who is known as the number one talented man in the world!" The insider confided proudly, and depending on the situation, he was also a fan of the number one talented man.

——Old Fu Ge, Fu Junchong?

I remember that she was one of the old-school officials who couldn't understand Kuang Xihan the most. Most of the remonstrators who went to the table for impeachment came from her sect.

As an emperor, she is also the head of the civil servants Kuang Xiqing relies on most; her son, I wonder if he has met me, and will he recognize me?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but retreat in my heart.

I saw him getting off the sedan chair from a distance, and walking towards here surrounded by a servant and a few young women. He was wearing a drapery hat and he couldn't see his appearance, but from the manner in which he was walking, he was quite calm as a lady. The wind-but seeing a man so quiet and graceful, I always feel a little awkward in my heart.

Unexpectedly, this Young Master Fu's popularity was so high that the people waiting outside the courtyard unexpectedly avoided and made a way for him. It was just that Jiang Zhuo and I, who stood silently standing in the same place, became the ones who stood apart from the crowd. exception.

The people in the back wanted to see his demeanor, but the people in front were not willing to compromise. Under the push, I became a pond fish that was hit, staggering and rushing forward, if it weren't for Jiang Zhuo's eyes and swift hands. After taking care of me, I almost ran into that Young Master Fu——feeling the arm around my waist, I was stiff and did not dare to break free, timidly trying to escape this thoughtful confinement, but my heart was greedy for this temperature , Looking forward to longer, longer...

Until the young Master Fu and his party passed by, I didn't have time to pay any attention, and my eyes were filled with the person next to me.

"You two are also here to participate in this poem meeting? Can you have an invitation?" A woman dressed up as a steward at the door nodded and bowed to welcome the young man Fu and his party in. Looking back, I saw Jiang Zhuo and I were standing very close to the door. Asked aloud.

"Invitation? No." Then I reluctantly left Jiang Zhuo's embrace, adjusted my clothes, and shook my head at the steward-the Xiao Er didn't say that he needed an invitation to enter.

However, I don't plan to go in now.

Just as he was about to pull Jiang Zhuo around and leave, he listened to the man in charge suddenly said: "Wait! This lady, forgive me for my small eyes, I don't know the jade on your waist..."

"Huh? Yujue? You mean this?" I remembered that this was left in the bag by Yan Ke. At the time, I thought it was an ornament, and I didn't care much, so I hung it up-could it be this inconspicuous What mystery does Yu Jue have?

She looked at the jade jue surely, her eyes froze, and her attitude towards us immediately changed dramatically: "I don't know that the distinguished guest is coming, and if there is a loss, I hope that the distinguished guest will forgive me! Please!"

"Hey?" I looked at Jiang Zhuo for unknown reasons, and she shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't know what was going on—then, do you want to go in?

Looking around, everyone is watching us, and those literati who have never entered are even more jealous. I can almost imagine that if I refuse somehow, I am afraid that I will drown these people's spit stars.

Anyway, it's already here, why don't we leave after satisfying my curiosity?

As for Young Master Fu, as a man who has not been out of the pavilion, he is always difficult to show his face--even if he knows me, as long as I hide in the corner behind the crowd, he won't be able to find out.

Turning her face to ask Jiang Zhuo with her eyes, she returned a "random" look.

Making up my mind, I nodded to the steward: "Let's go then."

With the fiery sight of the group of people behind us, under the steward's guidance, we walked into the courtyard and visited along the road.

Unlike the plain outer door, the inside of this courtyard is unique; the walls under the eaves are covered with poems and frescoes, and the front yard and the back of the courtyard are filled with exotic flowers and plants. Walking in it, there is a unique taste and elegance of the literati. .

Within a few steps, the steward took us around into a small courtyard full of flowers.

I sniffed carefully. In addition to various rich or light floral scents, there was also a faint incense in the air; when I listened carefully, there was a curling sound of the piano, and it seemed that someone was burning the incense and playing the piano.

The sound of the piano is paused, some people are singing at festivals, some are applauding, and talking and laughing, the atmosphere is extremely active.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of some self-proclaimed literati acquaintances who are accustomed to the unrestrained corpses at gatherings, and they hesitated in their footsteps-if I saw something that I shouldn't see for a while, what should I do?

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