The Qi family's team to pick up the bride soon arrived at the Liu family's door. The so-called pick-up, generally the problem of blocking the door is related to the six arts. "Etiquette, music, archery, imperial examination, calligraphy, arithmetic and eight elegant arts, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, incense, flowers and tea.
Liu Feirong and Liu Feiyu, along with people from the Liu family's branch, were already waiting at the door. Even though Qi Fu was a good student, he was also severely made things difficult.
First, let me compose a poem based on winter scenery.
Qi Fu, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, smiled and pondered for a moment, and soon composed a very artistic poem. He smiled so high-spirited that the Liu family in the door immediately knew that this was not a problem for him.
People outside who came together to pick up the bride shouted, "This poem is good."
"It's just a poem, it can't trouble my brother Qi."
"Brother Qi is really talented in writing. He can write such a neat poem in just a few moments. I admire him."
Some people had expressions of admiration and admiration on their faces, some nodded secretly, and some people immediately looked at Qi Fu with complicated eyes. They were all going to end up together in the coming year. Suddenly they knew that their opponents were very powerful, and they inevitably started to have concerns in their hearts.
For a moment, everyone's thoughts were different.
inside the door.
Liu Feiyu, who was standing next to Liu Feirong, frowned, his tall and straight face slightly displeased, "Brother, the question you asked is too simple. We can't let Qi Fu enter my Liu family so easily." Men'er, marry Hua'er."
Liu Feirong knew that Qi Fu was talented and learned, but he still underestimated his enemy the first time they met. He thought for a moment and then quickly said to the door: "Young Master Qi must know how to throw pots. I will immediately tell the boy to set up at the door. , if Mr. Qi puts three arrows into the pot, it will be over."
Liu Feiyu raised his thick eyebrows slightly, this question was good.
He saw that Qi Fu was just a poor scholar with no money and no knowledge of pot throwing. Even if a young master from an aristocratic family was involved in the six arts, there would still be a difference.
Soon, three young men walked out of the side door of Liu Mansion, placed the throwing pot and other things at the door, and stood aside.
Everyone outside the door knew that Qi Fu was very knowledgeable, but they didn't know anything about throwing pots, and their faces were a little surprised.
A young master standing closer to him came forward, leaned in and whispered: "Although this problem has to be completed by Brother Qi, it doesn't mean that I can't help. I'm not as good as Brother Qi in knowledge, but I'm pretty good at throwing pots." Familiar, if Brother Qi doesn’t mind, why don’t I do it for you.”
Qi Fu smiled after hearing this, shook his head, rolled up his sleeves and walked to the distance set by the pot, "Today is the wedding day, so I must come in person to show my sincerity. I'd better come in person. .”
Seeing Qi Fu's insistence, the man didn't say anything. He stood aside and watched nervously, clenching his hands.
There are also some people who see Qi Fu's outstanding literary talent, but they are very disdainful in their hearts, thinking that he is trying to show off his strength.
After Qi Fu stood up, he rolled up his cuffs to reveal a strong arm. Although it was not strong, the arm looked strong and powerful, not at all as frail as the rumors outside said.
Some sharp-eyed people noticed this immediately and sighed in their hearts. He was indeed the direct son of the Qi family. The rumors from the outside world must be seen to be believed.
After he picked up the arrow, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his peach blossom eyes suddenly lost their usual gentle look, making him look a little more serious. The next second, the arrow was thrown out of his hand quickly.
Everyone's eyes kept following the moving arrow until there was a "clang".
It fell into the pot accurately, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The young master who initially wanted to help out excitedly walked up to Qi Fu, patted him hard on the shoulder, and laughed loudly: "You Qi Fu, you don't even know about my relationship with you, and you throw the pot like this." That’s awesome, what else can’t you do?”
Qi Fu raised his lips and smiled. He was not proud, but bowed slightly. "On weekdays, I still like poems and songs more than these. It's just luck that makes you laugh."
Everyone smiled politely, but no one really thought it was luck.
The next second arrow and the third arrow all fell into the pot with "clang" sounds one after another, and this second game was over.
Liu Feirong, Liu Feiyu and others inside the door listened to the young man coming in to report the news. Although they were a little regretful that they did not embarrass him, they still nodded slightly with satisfaction.
"This Qi Fu is quite capable. I didn't expect him to be so involved in this art, but we underestimated him."
Liu Feirong squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes flashed with an imperceptible brilliance, and said with a smile: "This does give us a lot of surprises."
Even so, everyone could still hear the satisfaction in his words. Who wouldn't want their biological sister to marry a capable man?
Liu Feirong is good at playing chess, and he studies this game a lot on weekdays, setting up an endgame for Qi Fu to solve.
Qi Fu used two cups of tea at this level and came up with the answer.
The door of Liu's house opened with a creak.
Wearing a bright red wedding robe, he cheerfully stepped forward to bow to the two young masters of the Liu family. His words were very polite, "I heard the names of these two uncles a long time ago, and today I get to meet them."
The two parties were polite for a while, and then welcomed the person in politely.
Everything was ready in Liu Meihua's yard. Wei Jingwei looked at her. Although her expression was very calm, her slightly clenched hands still revealed her nervousness.
She stepped forward in two steps, got close and said softly: "Sister, there is no need to worry, this Qi Fu is a humble gentleman, so I wish my sister and he will be on the same page."
After hearing this, Liu Meihua inside stretched out a soft, boneless hand from the cuff of her bright red wedding dress and gently shook Wei Jingwei's hand in response.
The two have always been on good terms, and it goes without saying that they have a tacit understanding.
It was my turn to go out, and suddenly a maid ran in in a panic, looking uncertain.
Liu Meihua is the only master in this house, and Wei Jingwei is half of the Liu family. Now the eldest aunt must be entertaining guests, and the second aunt and others are even out socializing. Although she doesn't know when it happened, she, no matter what, She didn't allow anyone to ruin Hua'er's good day today.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then stepped forward and grabbed the maid, walked to the deserted corridor outside the door, and whispered: "What happened."
The maid looked nervous, with some sweat on her forehead. She tightened her grip on Wei Jingwei's arm with an anxious look on her face, "It's Miss Liu... Miss Liu Ruier, she went crazy and ran out."
"What? Where did she go?" Wei Jingwei asked eagerly.
She learned from the Liu family that Liu Rui'er had been locked up since that day and was not allowed to go out at will, so she didn't interfere.
