Lunch was cooked by Wang Zi'an himself.
In addition to stewing a pot of venison for myself, I also specially stir-fried a few fresh vegetables and made a pot of good soup. Mrs. Sun is old and has just recovered, so she should not eat too greasy food.
As for Mrs. Sun, Changle is pregnant...
Mrs. Sun couldn't help but look at her in surprise.
"Chang-cough, grandson girl, aren't you pregnant?"
Princess Changle, who was immersed in her work, stopped what she was doing, looked at Mrs. Sun with some confusion, nodded vigorously, and said vaguely.
"Uh-huh--"
I can't help it, my mouth is full.
After this meal, Mrs. Sun left with satisfaction.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead.
I just felt a lot of pressure, but looking sideways at the undulating scenery of the mountains around me, my waist straightened up again without knowing it, and I felt like I was doing well again.
The next day, early in the morning, Wang Zi'an rubbed his slightly sore waist, feeling that he was still Meng Lang after all, and that he had underestimated the world's heroes.
However, looking at his rosy-cheeked and lovable wives, he immediately suppressed this ridiculous idea.
And, decided to go to another feast.
Tang Dynasty Garden Poetry Party.
The beauty of the Tang Dynasty——
Ahem, geniuses of the Tang Dynasty, here I come!
The original intention was to only bring Wang Meng, the foreign steward who had just returned from the Zhenguan Grand Theatre, but his young apprentice insisted on going with him to learn more.
"What knowledge do you have? What knowledge can you gain?"
When Wang Zi'an saw that Di Renjie, a blind little guy, wanted to follow him, he immediately became serious.
Seeing Cheng Ying'er looking at him, seemingly thoughtful, her expression immediately softened a bit, and she spoke earnestly and soothingly.
"It is said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Not long ago, I took you on a long journey from Jizhou to become my teacher. The customs, customs and livelihood of the people along the way were not enough for you to reflect on? Young man? , remember, don’t aim too high - ah, be good, study hard at home, master will bring you delicious food when he comes back..."
Di Renjie:......
Master, you are clearly treating me like a child!
Seeing that this boy seemed to be resisting, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but secretly glare.
"Have you finished yesterday's homework? Have you done the math problems? Have you copied the map you copied? How are you doing with the Bajiquan that your senior brother taught you yesterday..."
Di Renjie wanted to cry but had no tears.
Master, I’m not going!
After successfully persuading the young apprentice, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but feel in a good mood. When he looked back, he saw that the other young apprentice had successfully dressed himself up as a follower, with his head raised in a coquettish manner.
"Master, let's go, I've prepared everything for you -"
As he spoke, he raised the package in his hand.
Wang Zi’an:……
I'm going out to attend a poetry festival, and I need to prepare some shit——
This is personal essence, which cannot be thrown away.
"Not bad--"
Wang Zi'an could only nod his head repeatedly with a look of relief.
"Junior brother, remember to study hard at home. When I come back, you will have to check your homework..."
As he said that, he followed Wang Zi'an, not forgetting to turn back and tell his junior brother with a friendly face, and then followed his master and walked away proudly.
Di Renjie:......
the Kongs.
Seeing his granddaughter eagerly dragging him out early in the morning, Kong Yingda couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was the first time he saw his granddaughter looking forward to the poetry meeting so much.
If this were the case before, he would naturally be happy to see it happen, but today, he can't help but feel a little bitter.
He knew in his heart that all these changes were entirely due to that brat Wang Zi'an.
What a pity, if it had been——
"Big father——"
Seeing his granddaughter shaking her arm with a cute look on her face, Kong Yingda couldn't help but put aside her thoughts for the time being, with a kind smile on her face.
"Okay, okay, okay, let's set off now -"
The location of the garden poetry meeting was set at the Peony Garden by the Qujiang Pool.
This can be considered a routine.
Every time spring comes, young talents from Chang'an like to gather here to hold various poetry gatherings. Among them, the most famous and influential one is of course the poetry meeting held by the Confucius family.
As the 31st grandson of Confucius, Kong Yingda was also a master of Confucian classics. He was a scholar like Taishan and Beidou in the Tang Dynasty. The poetry gathering held at their house would naturally attract the attention of many people.
Even some great scholars and dignitaries of the day would sometimes come to the scene in person to join in the fun. Sometimes, if they got interested, they would go out in person to compose poems and poems, or they might act as a judge if they felt like it.
If you are lucky enough to get one or two words of praise from them, your reputation will rise the next day.
What's more, the person who has hosted the garden poetry party in recent years is Kong Ling'er, the granddaughter of the Kong family who is famous in Chang'an for her talent and beauty. Everyone is even more interested, and it can even be said that they are flocking to her.
Therefore, almost every year, the Confucius Garden Poetry Party will become a grand gathering for scholars in Chang'an, and this year's is no exception.
Kong Yingda and Kong Ling'er left early today, but even so, the peony garden was already overcrowded when people arrived.
"Kong offers wine, Lady Kong——"
Wherever he passed, there was a sound of greetings.
Kong Yingda responded with a smile and a slight nod, and Kong Ling'er followed beside him, showing a just right gentle smile, which attracted many young talents and made them fascinated.
If he can get a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?
such a pity--
I can't get into the eyes of other girls, which makes people feel helpless.
I don’t know whose head this most bookish flower of the Tang Dynasty will eventually fall on.
Although there were many people coming, most of them were younger people, and there was no one who needed to be greeted by Kong Yingda personally. Therefore, Kong Yingda's ancestors and grandson walked all the way to the innermost pavilion and sat down, while making tea by themselves. While admiring the view in front of you.
Sitting here, you can have a commanding view of the garden.
In the distance is the rippling Qujiang Pond, and nearby are large expanses of peonies. It is the time of late spring, and the peonies are in full bloom, and the large flowers are gathered together to form a sea of pink, delicate and charming flowers.
Looking from the pavilion, the place where you enter is filled with brilliant purples and reds, which is so beautiful.
As everyone knows, they, grandfather and grandson, are looking at the scenery here, and the people looking at the scenery are also looking at you elsewhere. To be precise, he was looking at Kong Linger. She is like a gentle and delicate painting. Just sitting there, a sense of intellectual beauty comes to your face, making people unable to help but admire her.
Although many people admired him in their hearts, they did not dare to rush forward and disturb him.
But there are always exceptions.
Although Kong Yingda has a transcendent status, and Kong Ling'er is also a talented woman famous in Chang'an, in the eyes of some big families, they don't think they can do much, such as Cui Zihao at this moment.
He just felt like he was good at it.
At least, after Wang Zi'an got married, he felt that he was good again.
ps: Sorry, I’m not in a good state during this period. Currently recovering, normal updates will gradually resume from today
