My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

But just as she finished speaking, she heard a sound of breaking wind, and her attention was drawn to it. She saw that the arrow had been firmly embedded in the tree trunk, and a willow branch was slowly falling down.

"Marquis Dingkang is a great archer!" The young man picked up the willow branch and said, "This willow branch is still intact."

Gu Li had not yet recovered from his shock. He looked at Wang Wei and Cui Yu behind him in confusion and asked blankly, "Is this... the end?"

"Of course it's over. Isn't the willow branch in this young man's hand the proof?" Cui Yu said with a smile.

"Ah..." Gu Li turned around, looked at Chang An, pouted, and said, "I didn't even see it, how come it's over?"

Chang An saw her like this and said, "Why don't I do it again? Mother Gu, please watch carefully this time."

Gu Li's eyes sparkled with excitement at this moment, and he asked, "Is it okay?"

As if he felt that asking Chang An was not enough, he asked the young man who was in charge of the archery: "Can we do it again?"

"Of course you can. Marquis Dingkang's archery skills are so great that we couldn't see it clearly just now." The young man said with a smile.

"That's right."

"Marquis Dingkang, come again!"

“Come again…”

The atmosphere was so tense that the young man took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to mark a willow branch. Chang An picked up an arrow, drew the bow, and shot an arrow seriously.

As usual, the arrow head entered the tree just like the last one, but the willow branch remained intact. The people around applauded again, and Chang An turned around and asked Gu Li, "How is it, Gu Niang? Did you see it clearly?"

Gu Li came back to his senses, looked at Chang An with admiration, and said, "Chang Lang is so amazing."

Chang An put the bow back to its original place, raised his hand to salute the people around him, and said: "Everyone, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Several people left the area, and then Gao Shi said: "I didn't expect that Brother Yonghe is not only superb in swordsmanship, but also in archery. Gao Shi admires him."

Chang An turned around and found Gao Shi raising his hand to salute him with a solemn expression. He went up to Gao Shi and pressed his hand down, saying, "It's nothing. I'm not going to be a military commander. I just learned it for self-defense."

"Brother Chang is too modest."

"Okay, okay, let's continue walking around and see if there are any interesting places." Chang An waved his hand, then turned around and said to Gu Li:

"Mother Gu, is there any place you want to go? Can Chang Lang take you there?"

Gu Li thought for a moment, then tilted his head and replied, "I don't know. Let's go around first and take a look if we see anything interesting."

"Row."

......

"Prime Minister, please have some tea." At this time, in a temporary pavilion in the shade, an old official was handing tea to Zhang Jiazhen.

Zhang Jiazhen nodded lightly, then took the tea bowl, took a sip, and said:

"I didn't expect that there would be such a bustling scene outside Chang'an City."

The old official beside him also nodded and said in agreement: "That's true. After all, today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the people with nothing to do will come here to watch the dragon boats."

Zhang Jiazhen nodded, and when he was about to take another sip of tea, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers from not far away:

"What a good poem! It is indeed a good poem."

"The two wonders of Chang'an are indeed worthy of their reputation!"

"As expected of Brother Yonghe, you are the better poet this time."

"Brother Mojie, I'm grateful for your kindness."

"..."

Just now, Chang An and his friends were strolling around when they suddenly discovered a poetry gathering on the theme of Dragon Boat Festival. Wang Wei suddenly had an idea and wanted to compete with Chang An in poetry again, so he invited him to come to this place together.

As expected, after voting by all the talented people present, they decided that Chang An's poem was better than Wang Wei's. But I don't know how many of these talented people who voted were fair. After all, in terms of status, Chang An was higher than Gao Shi and Wang Wei.

Chang'an and Wang Wei, the two buddies, did not feel much about the result of the poetry competition, but looking at their beloved wives, some sparks were flying at this time.

It was obvious that one was very proud, and the other was unwilling to admit defeat, and was just about to drag her husband into another match.

Zhang Jiazhen, who was drinking tea not far away, couldn't see the poetry competition clearly, so he asked, "Minister Su, what's going on over there? It looks very lively."

"Over there are some talented people holding their own poetry gathering."

"Poetry gathering? Why is it so noisy?"

Minister Su smiled and explained, "Just now, two talented scholars, Wang Mojie and Chang Yonghe, were competing in poetry, so it was naturally a bit too lively."

"Wang Mojie, Chang Yonghe? Who are they?" Zhang Jiazhen asked again.

"This Wang Mojie, whose real name is Wang Wei, is the Minister of Music in the Taichang Temple. And Chang Yonghe is the most talented scholar in Chang'an City. His poems and Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance are known as the two best in Chang'an. He was just conferred a title last month and is called Dingkang Hou."

Marquis Dingkang?

Zhang Jiazhen frowned when he heard these three words. He had only seen him once on the street last time, but since he didn't take him seriously, he ignored him and didn't see his appearance clearly, so he naturally didn't recognize him.

"I also heard that Chang Yonghe and Wang Mojie were close friends."

Zhang Jiazhen had no interest in Wang Wei, because Wang Wei was only an eighth-rank official. On the contrary, Chang An became a marquis at a young age, and in terms of rank alone, the two were equal.

"Then who are the people around them?" Zhang Jiazhen asked again.

Minister Su looked at him again and replied, "That's Gao Shi, a senior official in the Ministry of War."

"I'm talking about those two ladies," Zhang Jiazhen corrected.

"Oh, those two are the wives of Wang Mojie and Chang Yonghe. Especially Chang Yonghe, he dotes on his wife in every way." Minister Su said.

"It seems that you, Prime Minister, are very interested in these two people. Do you want to call them over and have a chat?"

But Zhang Jiazhen waved his hand and said, "Forget it. They are just two people who can only recite poems and write couplets. They are not worthy of my attention."

Just as Zhang Jiazhen finished speaking, a rustling sound came from a tree not far away.

After Chang An and Wang Wei finished their poetry competition, they continued to walk in the direction they had planned. At this time, Gu Li suddenly pointed to a certain place and asked, "Chang Lang, is that Prime Minister Su over there?"

Chang An looked in the direction Gu Li pointed. There was a temporary pavilion with two old men sitting inside. One of the two old men was Su Ke.

"Indeed." Chang An nodded.

At this moment, Su Ke also happened to see Chang An's gaze, so he raised his hand and waved, shouting, "Yonghe, come and sit down."

There was no other way. Since the elders had asked, it was too embarrassing not to go. Wang Wei also said, "Brother Yonghe, go first. We will go for a walk and come back to us later."

"it is good."

Chang An nodded, and after watching Wang Wei and the others continue to move forward, he brought Gu Li to Su Ke. The couple both raised their hands, saluted and greeted:

"Meet Minister Su."

"No need for that," Su Ke also stepped forward, helped the two of them up, and said, "I am no longer the Prime Minister. Your rank is the same as mine. There is no need to go through so much red tape."

Later, Chang An also noticed that there was an old man in purple sitting next to Su Ke. Su Ke introduced him, "This is the current prime minister, Prime Minister Zhang."

Chang An looked at Zhang Jiazhen, his eyes slightly condensed. Originally, the other party was the prime minister, and he should have saluted, but now Zhang Jiazhen had feelings for him, and based on rank, he didn't need to salute him.

Gu Li was unaware of the entanglement and was about to salute Zhang Jiazhen when he saw her, but when he saw Chang An beside him didn't move, he didn't move either.

In the end, Chang An just nodded slightly towards Zhang Jiazhen and said a simple greeting: "Prime Minister Zhang."

When Gu Li saw this, he also nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then, Chang An turned his head and looked at Su Ke, and asked, "Minister Su, I wonder if my master came to watch the dragon boat race today?"

Su Ke shook his head and said, "Song Sansi didn't like to leave Chang'an so far, so he didn't come out. If you want to greet him, you can go and see him when you go back later."

Chang An nodded and said, "I understand."

"There is one more thing I want to ask you whether it is true." Su Ke glanced at Gu Li and asked again.

"Minister Su, please speak."

Then Su Ke came forward and asked in a low voice, "Last time I heard that old fox Song Jing say that he was going to have a disciple?"

Chang An and Gu Li were stunned. They really didn't expect their master to tell this matter to others. Could he have told others about it? But Chang An still nodded truthfully.

Su Ke nodded with satisfaction, stepped back and said, "It's okay, it's okay. The old fox only told me, so you don't have to worry."

"We know more about this kind of thing than you do and know what to do."

Chang An and Gu Li breathed a sigh of relief, and the former also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good."

"Just now, Prime Minister Zhang and I saw you and Wang Mojie competing in poetry over there. I wonder how it went." Su Ke smiled, then suddenly thought of something, raised his hand to stop Chang An, and said to Gu Li:

"Madam Gu, you say that he is too modest."

Gu Li glanced at Chang An, and then said, "In the poetry contest just now, Mr. Wang and my husband were both very talented, but the talented scholars gave him some face, so my husband was slightly better."

Su Ke was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It is said that if you are not from the same family, you will not enter the same door. You two are the same, both of you love to be modest."