July 6, morning, sunny.
The scorching sun in the sky does not seem to change its appearance, it is so hot every day.
Yu Huanzhang came to the Prime Minister's Mansion early in the morning and met An Yan.
"This is a poetry gathering that has been praised by many people. It is not comparable to our small gathering. All the people who go there are truly talented and learned. I heard that they even invited the layman Nan Chuang!" Yu Huanzhang suppressed his excitement. Said to An Yan.
"Nanchuang layman?"
"You don't know, Master Nanchuang? That's Shen Rongqi, the most talented person in Xuantang Dynasty!" Yu Huanzhang looked like he had seen a ghost.
An Yan pondered for a while before saying, "I've heard of it."
Yu Huanzhang continued: "Wenren Yunjian must have a great reputation to invite her to Shen Rongqi. My brother is also honored by you, so I have the honor to participate in this grand event!"
An Yan couldn't help but smile and said, "It sounds like Shen Rong's knees are more arrogant."
Yu Huanzhang shrugged and said: "Although it doesn't sound good, it is the truth. After the death of Shen Rongqi's husband, many dignitaries wanted to see her. Shen Rongqi had no chance. If your future father-in-law hadn't come forward, this Luoyang Man How can a talented scholar from the city have such an opportunity?"
After hearing about Ren Yun's advice, An Yan first met with Yu Jingtang and inquired a lot about it privately.
However, this inquiry opened his eyes to the fact that his future father-in-law, who looked broad and fat, with kind and funny eyes, was once a man of great renown! When he was young, he, together with the prime minister Yu Jingtang and the Duke Shen Tuying, were known as the Three Heroes of Military Virtue. They were highly regarded by the late emperor. There is also an anecdote that he composed 20 poems in a row at Princess Mingyue's coming-of-age ceremony.
Every time An Yan thought about Wenren Yunjian's current appearance, he felt an unspeakable sense of disparity in his heart.
After the two were ready, they left the Prime Minister's Mansion together and rushed to Huxi Garden. On the way, Yu Huanzhang told An Yan about the differences of this poetry meeting and who was participating.
The doorman of Xiyuan was a thoughtful person. He still remembered An Yan's appearance and greeted An Yan and Yu Huanzhang respectfully.
"Mr. An, Mr. Yu."
The attic has changed somewhat since the last time I came here. The poems, calligraphy and paintings that were originally hung on the walls are gone. It looks a lot simpler, but the layout is still the same as before.
When they went up to the second floor, they saw a crowd of people gathered around Wenren Yunjian. An Yan looked at the attire of these people. Some were wearing fancy clothes and some were wearing simple green clothes. Their ages ranged from 20 to 40 years old. between.
Yu Huanzhang was unusually quiet. He probably realized that he was just a junior here.
But Wenren Yunjian in the crowd caught sight of An Yan coming upstairs and said to him, "Two good nephews!"
Everyone's eyes also turned this way. An Yan and Yu Huanzhang stepped forward and saluted at the same time: "I've met my uncle!"
Wenren Yunjian's chubby face was full of smiles, and he introduced to the people around him: "Let me introduce to you, this is Yu Huanzhang, the eldest son of Yu Zongqian."
Yu Huanzhang smiled dryly and held his hands to everyone around him.
There are only three families with the surname Yu in Luoyang City, and no one in Prime Minister Yu's family dares to neglect them.
"This one." Wen Renyun admonished and pointed at An Yan.
"His name is An Yan, and he is my daughter's future husband."
As soon as this statement came out, people around him expressed surprise, and then they were full of complimentary words about "excellent talent" and "young and promising".
An Yan didn't know how these people could see that he was young and promising, but his talent was real.
Glancing behind the screen, An Yan seemed to see someone moving there. An Yan thought Wenren Jinping might be here too, but he probably wouldn't show up on this occasion.
But I haven't seen Jing Heng, this guy may not be interested in this.
Wenren Yunjian grabbed An Yan's arm and introduced everyone here to An Yan with a smile on his face.
Everyone is very enthusiastic, and when they meet An Yan, they feel like they have met a brother they haven't seen for many years. However, there are also some people who have a plain attitude. These people dress simply and treat An Yan with a gentle hand, but they are respectful when hearing people's advice.
An Yan guessed that these people might be literati from poor families, with a noble and sensitive temperament.
An Yan, who was the center of attention, didn't show any nervousness at all, and faced everyone calmly with a smile. He also knew in his heart that these people didn't pay much attention to him. They came to this poetry meeting, or they were just admonishing others. name, or he wanted to meet Shen Rong.
"My dear nephew, sit next to me later." Wenren Yunjian held An Yan's hand and said with a smile.
Except for the maid waiting on the side, there was no woman at the poetry party. An Yan originally thought it was like the poetry party held by Wenren Jinping before, where the female guests came out later, but seeing that everyone in the attic was about to The seat was full and I had to give up the idea.
Someone was playing the piano behind the screen, and the tune was soothing and soft. An Yan, whose five senses had become extremely sharp, could tell that it was the same person this time as last time.
He also heard someone specifically asking who was playing the piano behind the screen and praising his superb piano skills.
"She's just a maid in the house. Don't be offended if she makes a fool of herself." Wen Renyun admonished with a smile.
"Brother Yunjian's house is full of talented people, but a maid can have such superb piano skills."
While everyone was chatting, a shout suddenly came from downstairs.
"Master Nanchuang is here!"
The entire second floor suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of the piano behind the screen paused, and everyone looked towards the stairs.
An Yan took the opportunity to take a look behind the screen. There seemed to be more than one person there, and he didn't know if the person besides the piano player was Jin Ping, a scholar.
Wenren Yunjian coughed lightly and said: "Everyone, please take a seat!"
The crowd dispersed in an instant. Since there were no female guests, the seats were not divided too finely. Wenren Yunjian sat at the main seat. The original curtain was removed. Anyan was in the first place on his right hand and on the left opposite to him. The first position is empty.
Yu Huanzhang, however, was not treated so well. When someone came to sit down in the middle, he didn't care, but secretly winked at An Yan in the crowd.
It was surprisingly quiet in the attic, and everyone was looking forward to it.
An Yan poured herself a cup of tea and found that the taste was different from before. Rich people are always very particular about changing the details according to the owner's habits.
A figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs. This was a very plain person. His clothes were not as fancy as those of ordinary women. He had a light green dress and only a hairpin on his head.
The fashionable women's attire at the moment is the skirt that Jiang often wears that boldly exposes her neck, but this woman's dress is a cross-collar that tightly wraps her neck.
In addition to being plainly dressed, she didn't put any makeup on her face and her lips were very light. However, her facial features were regular and delicate, and she looked beautiful without makeup.
An Yan took a serious look at this woman and silently gave her a high score in his heart. She was a different person from any other woman he had ever seen.
Shen Rongqiu was stunned for a moment when she saw Wenren Yunjian in the main seat. It seemed to be her first time seeing him, but there was no disgust or disappointment in her eyes, but more of curiosity.
"I've met Mr. Wenren."
An Yan glanced at everyone present and found that everyone's eyes were on Shen Rongxi.
A widow who has cut off all communication with the outside world since her husband's death, would probably never appear on such an occasion again if she hadn't been invited by someone to do so.
Wenren Yunjian's reaction was a bit dull. He smiled as warmly as usual, neither enthusiastic nor cold. He just cupped his hands and smiled and said: "There is no Master Wenren here. If you don't mind, Nanchuang layman, just say Yunjian like everyone here." , please take a seat."
The sound of the piano behind the screen became clearer in this quiet attic.
An Yan noticed that Shen Rongqi glanced at Wen Ren Yunjian, who was sitting in the chair, from time to time, while the rest of the people present were not in her eyes.
Maybe it's because Wenren Yunjian's name is too loud.
It may also be that Shen Nanchuang, who was more talented than Xuantang, had other ideas for Wenren Yunjian.
An Yan held the tea cup and thought to herself: I can't, I want to be my future mother-in-law...
