"You brought your family members with you?" This was Yang Ji's first time to participate in such a banquet. As far as he knew, the Sui Dynasty's poetry festival was very much like the Wei and Jin Dynasties. When they were drunk, all the well-dressed great poets All transformed into color blanks.
Yang Zhao, Yu Wenshiji and their wives came here. Wouldn't it be extremely embarrassing if there was some unsightly scene at this banquet?
Yang Zhao smiled mysteriously: "This kind of banquet usually involves female relatives, one for the men and one for the women."
"That's more or less the same." Yang Ji understood. The men were responsible for having fun, while the women were responsible for maintaining family relationships.
"My niece-in-law has met Uncle Wang!"
"My niece has met Uncle Wang!"
Princess Jin and Princess Nanyang stepped forward to salute.
"No gifts!" Yang Ji saw the little appearance of the husband and wife accompanying each other and the loving couple, and then looked at his own figure alone. He really responded to the poem "One look at the gloomy person makes you ecstasy", and he really wanted to go home and cover your head and fall asleep.
We also roughly understand the purpose of Yang Guang's poems. They are not for him to show off or change his maid, but to use these two poems with completely opposite artistic conceptions to tell him: You "jackdaw" should stop "circling around". "Isolated village", beauties are rare in the world, "only two concubines in Xiangchuan"! When the flowers in Tianshan are in full bloom, you should go out for more walks, maybe you can "meet a wandering girl on the Han River".
"Xiao Ying, please see King Wei!" The girl next to her lowered her eyes and bowed elegantly.
"Young lady, no gifts!" Yang Ji returned the gift with a smile, full of bitterness.
"Uncle Wang, this is my aunt! She is gentle and gentle, well-educated, good at calligraphy and painting." Yang Feixu grew up and studied in the palace with Yang Ji, Yang Jing, Yang Zhao and others. She is more familiar with this woman than she is. The young uncle likes to have fun, and emphasized with a half-smile: "I will be with you for the rest of my life."
"Of course I know they are from the same generation, but the horoscopes are wrong." Yang Ji, who was self-pitying and resentful, glared at Princess Nanyang angrily.
Xiao Ying's white jade-like face turned red all of a sudden, like a brilliant cloud. Her long eyelashes seemed to be unable to withstand the heavy shame, like a pair of beautiful butterflies fluttering gently.
Yang Feixu and Wei Shi were a little stunned after hearing this. Yang Feixu asked doubtfully: "Uncle Wang, didn't my great-aunt tell you yesterday?"
"What did you say?" Yang Ji was curious, "My mother-in-law participated in the banquet held by my sister-in-law yesterday. She was very drunk and fell asleep as soon as she got home. We didn't communicate with each other all day."
"My uncle must be so happy." Yang Feixu kept looking at the questioning faces of Yang Ji and the blushing Xiao Ying, and said with a joking smile: "Uncle, we juniors, I'm afraid It won’t be long before I call my aunt my aunt.”
"Aha?" Yang Ji was a little dazed at first, and then his heart was excited.
A few days ago, I said that she and Xiao Ying were not compatible, so why did she suddenly find her as my daughter-in-law?
Suddenly, a faint fragrance came from the nose. When he turned his head, he realized that Yang Feixu had naughtily pushed Xiao Ying over. Xiao Ying lowered her head, with a lovely blush on her crystal-clear jade face. His two little hands were wringing uneasily, and he stood there timidly, like a frightened little swan, which made me feel pity and my heart beat fast.
Although marriage in ancient times was decided by parents, it was far from as exaggerated as later generations said. Although men and women could not contact each other freely at any time like modern people, the parents of both parties and themselves had to know each other's situation in detail. Most of the friends who were asked told the truth. Otherwise, if the couple did not get along in the future, they would not be human beings inside and out.
As for the well-matched male and female clients, the family will let them meet in the form of 'accidental' or 'encounter'. If there is no objection, the next step of contact will be made; unless some parents are too utilitarian, otherwise it will not be completely Ignore the will of your children.
As for this marriage, the mother-in-law Dugumin met Xiao Ying yesterday. She was extremely satisfied and had no objection at all. Xiao received the correct eight-character judgment and was given a thumbs up by Xiao Wan'er, so no one including Xiao Ying had any objections. The only variable was Yang Ji.
In fact, Yang Ji has never expected free love. After all, given his current status, free love may be a romance carefully arranged by some people; instead of finding a shady woman, it is better to marry a clear and innocent woman. Clearly.
He is just curious now: "Didn't you say that the horoscopes don't match?"
The four juniors all breathed a sigh of relief.
If this guy gets angry at someone else's house, not only will he be unable to deal with it, but Xiao Ying's life will also be ruined.
fine……
Yang Feixu, who secretly hated himself for revealing his mouth, was relieved, and a smile appeared on his beautiful face: "It is said that someone bribed the fortune tellers in the city... As soon as Uncle Wang's name and birthday appeared, those fortune tellers would tell lies... "
"I know who it is." Yang Ji gritted his teeth when he heard this. He almost didn't need to guess to know that it was Gao Jiong who was responsible. It's a pity that after all the trouble, Gao Jiong was not injured at all, but accidentally injured He Ruobi. Although this was an unexpected gain, after all, it was because of Gao Jiong that he became a enemy of an old guy who was determined to take revenge. It was really disappointing. People feel depressed.
"Uncle Wang, what do you think of my aunt?" Yang Feixu saw that the atmosphere was wrong again and quickly spoke out to calm down.
"It's more than enough for me, Yang Ji!"
There is nothing to say about the figure and appearance of the girl who will live with him for the rest of his life. In terms of appearance alone, she is more beautiful than Pei Shuying, Gao Ling, and Hong Fu that Yang Ji has ever seen. It is impossible to find a single fault.
Seeing her neither walking nor talking, just blushing, Yang Ji couldn't help but have the idea of teasing her: "Mrs. Xiao, what do you think of this poem by me? Is it better than Cao Zhi's?" Is your writing okay?"
"Yes, this is very... ah... this, this is not poetry!" Xiao Ying glanced at Yang Ji shyly and then lowered her head. Her slender jade neck was lightly folded, like a little swan taking care of itself by the water, and like a flower that could not bear to be overwhelmed. The shy Shui Lianhua blushed and hesitated for a long time before whispering: "And I'm not as good as His Highness said."
Yang Ji's heart was beating wildly, and he admired sincerely: "Clear water brings out hibiscus, which naturally removes the carvings..."
"What a poem!" Yu Wenshiji next to him praised it; "Uncle Wang, what else is there?"
"No more!" Yang Ji said dissatisfied: "It was originally as long as the Silk Road, but when you interrupted it, you murdered a spring of poetry. Not only did you murder a classic, but you also killed my understanding of it. Compliments from your future aunt. Assholes.”
"Blame me, blame me, please Uncle Wang punish me..." Yu Wenshiji, who loves poetry and prose, knows that many classic masterpieces are written in one breath. He quite agrees with Yang Ji's "murder theory" and regrets it so much that he wants to take a knife and cut out his own tongue!
"For Feixu's sake, I won't argue with you, otherwise, I'll have to beat you up." Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, he knew this.
Fortunately, this girl spoke up.
"Thank you, Uncle Wang, for your forgiveness!" Yu Wenshi felt extremely guilty.
"It's okay!" Yang Feixu felt sorry for her husband and comforted her: "Uncle Wang pays attention to writing poems in one go. If it is interrupted in the middle, it will not be able to make up for it in a few years. Our brothers and sisters have been murdering Uncle Wang's poems since we were young."
Yang Zhao also said as usual: "Yes! Don't worry about it."
"What other sentences does King Wei have?" Xiao Ying, who was so embarrassed by a "future aunt", was a literary girl. Apart from regret, she was also full of curiosity about her future husband.
"When Uncle Wang persuaded me to lose weight, he said, 'Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there is a human heart.' I, I..." Yang Zhao said with a red face: "In excitement, I moved a little bigger and broke the couch with a bang. As a result, The poem was also murdered.”
Xiao Ying held back her laughter and asked, "What next?"
Yang Zhao's face turned redder, and he whispered: "Another time, Uncle Wang said, 'Every article is made by nature, and a good hand can accidentally find it.' I accidentally farted, and even a good poem was murdered. "
Yang Feixu felt that Uncle Wang seemed to like his aunt very much, and seeing his brother's embarrassment, he quickly said: "Aunt, although Uncle Wang is a bit cynical, that is the true temperament of a true celebrity; and beating people is a way to punish rape and eliminate evil. Chivalrous demeanor... In short, all the bad rumors outside are all slandering Uncle Wang by those who are trying to stop your marriage; as we get along with each other for a long time, auntie, you will know what Uncle Wang is capable of."
