Bai Wanrou, who had been silent until now, spoke softly, "I'll go too, I just saw a few ladies I know."
Yu Shixu nodded and told her, "Please pay attention to your own safety. If anything happens, come to us at the poetry meeting."
Bai Wanrou lowered her eyes and nodded, feeling warm in her heart.
Then she walked to a pavilion, and there were some kind-looking daughters of petty officials sitting under the pavilion.
The four of them rushed to the place where the poetry party was held, and met many acquaintances along the way.
Seeing Yu Shixu holding a child, many people who knew him joked, "You two have to hold the baby at home when you come to the Spring Banquet."
One young man laughed and joked: "Others show off their wives and you show off your sisters. Now everyone knows what your precious sister looks like."
These words made people laugh, and after they finished laughing, they nodded inwardly. If they had such a cute sister, they would definitely hug her and shiver.
On the way to the poetry meeting venue, people would come over and say a few words from time to time, pinch Juan Juan's little face, and then leave with satisfaction.
Juanjuan buried her head into her elder brother's chest with her flushed face, revealing her round back, and fell into self-isolation.
She wanted her sister to squeeze her, but she was held by her eldest brother, followed by her second brother and Jiang Heli. Those sisters did not dare to come over and could only watch, their eyes almost blinding them.
Juanjuan had a sudden thought: [It would be great if my eldest and second brother suddenly turned into girls. This would scare away many boys, and then my beautiful sisters would rush over and stick to Juanjuan! 】
Yu Shixu paused, lowered his head and smiled helplessly.
Yu Quezhi: "?"
Is my little sister thinking of something weird again?
Because of Juan Juan's words, Yu Shixu walked very fast, not giving the young masters a chance to get close, for fear that Juan Juan would be thinking about something messy in his mind.
The poetry meeting had not yet started when they went there. Outside the venue where the poetry meeting was held, many young men were sitting in twos and threes under the pavilion.
After seeing them, someone was waving under a pavilion, "Axu, come quickly!"
The one who called them was Chu Ruyi, the son of the prime minister. When his mother was pregnant, the doctor said it would be a twin of a boy and a girl, so the prime minister had already chosen the names. The boy was named Chu Anning and the girl was named Chu Ruyi. Who knew they would be born with two boys? The older one is called Chu Anning and the younger one is called Chu Ruyi.
Several people walked over and sat down beside them. Chu Ruyi raised her chin and motioned them to look at the small pavilion next door.
"Nuo, when you weren't here, A Xu, a few people there kept saying bad things about you."
Sitting in the middle was Zhao Pengcheng, and Lin Shijin, who they had met at the door just now, was also among them.
Seeing Yu Shixu looking over, Zhao Pengcheng was not afraid at all and looked at him sideways with sarcasm in his eyes.
He even became more arrogant. After coughing twice to attract everyone's attention, he said in a tone of pretense of regret:
"What a pity. If my father could please the emperor like someone's father, I could also be the number one scholar."
As soon as he said this, the people next to him laughed together, and the laughter was extremely mocking.
Yu Shixu glanced at him coldly, as calmly as if this man was not worth another glance.
On the contrary, Chu Ruyi and several young men who had always been friends with Yu Shixu were not happy. They raised their voices and asked back, "Don't make excuses if you are not as good as others. Go back and study for another three years."
A sneer escaped from Zhao Pengcheng's lips, and his eyes were cold, "My ancestors were dismissed from office because of their slanderous words. This is all because some people's fathers used slanderous words to blind the emperor's ears, tsk!"
Yu Quezhi turned around and asked in a cold voice, "Do you mean that the Holy One does not distinguish between right and wrong?"
Zhao Pengcheng raised his eyebrows and quickly denied, "I didn't say it. Did any of you hear it?"
The people sitting next to him waved their hands quickly, "I didn't hear you..."
"Listen, they all said they didn't hear it. You are not going to slander me and then ask your father to flatter the emperor and ask the emperor to punish me, right?"
These shameless words made Yu Chuezhi so angry that he wanted to draw his sword.
At this time, the emperor who Zhao Pengcheng said was obsessed with Yu Xiheng was sitting in front of a lot of memorials and was struggling.
He asked Eunuch Huang, "You said that I was dismissed as an official of the Zhao family yesterday. Why didn't Xiheng ask me in the memorial today? Isn't he angry with me?"
Eunuch Huang was silent for a while and answered truthfully, "Master Shangshu doesn't seem to be petty. Maybe he forgot."
But the more the emperor thought about it, the more wrong he became, "Look, he would rather write some trivial things to deal with me than come and ask me about the Zhao family's affairs."
80% because he was too impulsive yesterday and took action without even discussing it, which chilled him.
How could Eunuch Huang dare to look at the memorial? He moved his eyes away and comforted the emperor, "Master Shangshu has a good temper. Maybe he will forget it in two days."
"Then you go for me and see what his attitude is?" The emperor suddenly said this.
Eunuch Huang froze. Ever since the last time he saw Princess Juanjuan when the emperor was jealous in front of Lord Shangshu, Eunuch Huang had always felt that there was a vague coldness in his body every time he faced Lord Shangshu.
The expression on his face was bitter, "Minion, it's not right for me to go..."
The emperor sighed quietly and gave up the idea.
"That's all, bring that book and I'll write a few words on the memorial."
Eunuch Huang immediately brought a book. It was obvious that the pages of the book had been frequently read.
The emperor flipped through a few pages, and then his eyes lit up, "This paragraph is good, this is it."
So he took up his pen and wrote on the memorial presented by Yu Xiheng:
"Have a good day after reading the memorial. I was very suspicious. Later I found out that I missed you. I am overjoyed to read the memorial. I hope you are well and see you tomorrow. If you don't have much time to spare, you can come and sit here often and look forward to it."
I read your memorial and wanted to ask if you are well today. I don’t know why my heart hurts today, but now I realize that I was thinking of you. I feel extremely happy even after seeing your memorial. I hope you are safe and happy tomorrow. We will meet again, but if you have nothing to do at home, you can come to the imperial study room to chat with me. I am waiting for you here.
After the emperor finished writing, he was extremely satisfied. He carefully waited for the ink to dry before closing the memorial.
"This book is really a treasure. Put it away for me. I will use it tomorrow."
Eunuch Huang held the book in both hands, and when he put it on the bookshelf, he revealed the name of the book——
"I wish to send my wife a thousand and one love letters"
A thousand and one love letters written by a poet named Li Wang to his wife.
The emperor discovered this one day when he was favoring a new wife in the harem. After flipping through two pages, he found it very useful, so he went to ask for it.
But what the emperor didn't know was that this poet was very famous among the people. His poems were full of pathos and affection, and he was sought after by many ladies and ladies.
So one day Yu Xiheng was in the study room after reading the memorial on the emperor's return. When he went to see his wife to post some notes, he found his wife reading a collection of poems with tears in her eyes.
He leaned over to read a book with his wife, and then he saw the original words of the emperor's memorial in the book.
It remains unchanged, except that the self-identification and the form of the letter have been changed.
Yu Xiheng: "......"
I have not read this book, but I have finished reading it.
