My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Li Ke'er and Li Siqing were also very surprised, because they initially thought that Chang An had read out his own poem to Gu Li and asked her to participate on his behalf. But they did not expect that the poem now was completely Gu Li's own poem, and anyone could see that it was definitely not something that Chang An could write.

After Gu Li finished listening to his own poem, his face turned red.

"Madam Hou and Marquis Dingkang are truly in love."

"Even the poem about the Mid-Autumn Moon was originally written to express longing for relatives, but I didn't expect that the county lady would use it to express her longing for Marquis Dingkang."

"Yes, even though we are inseparable every day, I still miss you."

"Not only that, it's a good poem."

"As expected, they are a talented couple and a beautiful girl. Their poetry and prose talents are equally matched!"

"..."

When Gu Li heard these words of praise, her face turned even redder, and she didn't know whether she was shy or happy. At this time, Cui Yu, who was sitting behind Gu Li, also started to praise:

"I didn't expect Madam Gu's poems to be so good."

Gu Li immediately held Chang An's hand shyly, and then asked in a low voice: "Is my poem not good enough..."

"Gu Niang's poems are very good. Aren't there many people praising Gu Niang's poems?" Chang An gently stroked Gu Li's hand and said in a low voice.

"Um......"

Li Siqing drank a sip of tea to cover up his surprise and surprise. Then he leaned closer to Li Keer and whispered:

"I didn't expect that the Lady of the County also wrote her own poem. At first I thought it was written by Marquis Dingkang."

Li Ke'er seemed somewhat calm on the surface, indicating that she was used to it, and said: "Marquis Dingkang is so talented, and the two of them are inseparable every day, so it is natural that he is influenced by them. In such an environment, if he can't write such a poem, it would be surprising."

Li Siqing then nodded slowly and said, "I see."

Afterwards, Li Keer continued to ask the crowd, "I wonder if there are any talented people or adults who are willing to come up and compose a few more poems?"

Yuan Qianyao and Song Jing looked at each other, then smiled and shook their heads, picked up their glasses and clinked them together, and toasted. Although the talented people present saw that Chang An and Gu Li had already written poems, they still wanted to try to compete for the third place.

While these students were competing for the third place, Chang An became a peaceful place. The three friends were toasting each other, as if the poetry competitions around them had nothing to do with them - although Gao Shi was the only one drinking, because Chang An and Wang Wei did not drink.

After that, for a long time, no one came to write poems. So Li Keer asked symbolically: "I wonder if there are any talented people or adults who would like to give it a try?"

Everyone looked at each other, and no one responded. So, Li Keer said, "Since no one is coming to participate, why not ask everyone to do another evaluation and select the top three for this poetry gathering."

"Because Marquis Dingkang is participating this time, if the champion is Marquis Dingkang, he will be the second. Don't worry, we can conduct a fair selection."

Hearing this, the meaning was very clear, that is, no matter whether Dingkang Hou Changan was the champion or not, the final reward would not fall on his head. So, everyone here, including Changan Gu Li himself, had no objection.

So, everyone started to judge. As expected, Chang An's poem was undoubtedly voted the best by everyone.

Li Ke'er and Li Siqing smiled after seeing the result, and the latter said, "I'm sorry, Marquis Dingkang, you are the champion, so the ranking needs to be postponed for now."

"Of course." Chang An nodded slightly, and then continued to look at how to proceed with the selection.

"I think Song Sansi's poem is good. It has blessings and the mood of Mid-Autumn Festival."

"There is also this regulated verse by Prime Minister Yuan. Although it is simple and easy to understand, it is quite meaningful."

"Don't just talk about the poems of Song Sansi and Prime Minister Yuan. I think the poem "Thinking of You" by Madam Hou is an excellent work."

"Not only is it good, but simply looking at the moon can bring out the feeling of longing. This not only describes the scene of watching the moon, but also shows longing, and the focus is completely shifted to longing, which has a different artistic conception."

"That's right. We have overlooked the poems of the Marquis' wife. I have to say that they are indeed the best poems among women."

"it is good……"

Thus, with an almost overwhelming score, Gu Li's song "Thinking of You" which was written simply out of reluctance to let go became the second, the real "champion".

"In that case, the Lady's poem 'Thinking of You' is the second best, the real winner. She will be awarded one hundred taels of gold personally by His Majesty." Li Ke'er said with a smile.

Gu Li smiled happily at this time, and then gently shook Chang An's hand under the table, as if showing off to him. Chang An looked at her silly and happy look and whispered a reminder:

"Mother Gu, this is a reward from His Majesty, you still have to thank him."

Gu Li was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and saluted Li Ke'er and Li Siqing, but Li Ke'er said:

"Madam, have you forgotten? His Majesty has said that except for receiving an imperial edict, you don't need to perform formalities, let alone express gratitude."

Gu Li then sat down, and then he looked at Chang An with some resentment. He also scratched his head with an apologetic look on his face, and then said: "Sorry, Mother Gu, I forgot..."

Gu Li snorted somewhat unhappily, pouted, and continued eating.

……

After eating, the banquet was almost over, and everyone left. When walking out of Qujiang Restaurant, there were two more palace maids holding gold ingots behind Gu Li.

Then one of the palace maids said, "Madam, I will deliver your reward to your residence. You can count it when you return tonight."

"Okay, thank you for your help." Gu Li nodded and turned around to say.

"It's what we are supposed to do." The maid nodded slightly and left.

At this time, Chang An asked Gu Li: "Now the time is right, the temperature is suitable, is Gu Niang willing to..."

"I do!" Gu Li answered without hesitation. Even though he didn't know what Chang An wanted to say, he agreed directly.

Chang An pinched her cheeks amusingly at this time, and then said, "I haven't said anything yet. Why did Gu Niang agree?"

"I don't care what Chang Lang says. After all, Chang Lang won't sell me out. It must be right to say 'I do'!" Gu Li happily shook Chang An's hand as if he was on an autumn outing, and seemed to be jumping around.

Chang An quickly reached out his hand, supported Gu Li's belly, and said, "Slow down, don't shake Xiaoguai out."

"Huh?! Really?"

Gu Li was stunned for a moment, then immediately stopped jumping around, tidied himself up briefly, and continued walking normally.

"Where is Chang Lang taking me to?" Although Gu Li stopped jumping, he was still shaking Chang An's hand.

"During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we must enjoy the sweet-scented osmanthus." Chang An supported Gu Li lovingly, and then said:

"If Gu Niang enjoys the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers later, maybe your husband Chang Lang will write a poem for you, Gu Niang."

"Really?" Gu Li's eyes sparkled, and he looked at Chang An and asked:

"Chang Lang, am I beautiful today?"

"Beautiful, Mother Gu is beautiful every day." Chang An's doting eyes were hidden by a smile.

But Gu Li obviously didn't believe it, because a lover's eyes see beauty in everything, so she turned her head and asked Madam Cui behind her: "Madam Cui, I want to hear Chang Lang compose a poem. Am I good-looking now?"

"Of course it's beautiful," Cui Yu replied with a smile, "Mrs. Gu's husband will write poems for you every day, unlike my husband, who only says mushy words every day. I don't know where he learned it from."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Wei and Chang Lang were stunned for a moment, then they turned their heads and looked around awkwardly.

But Gu Li didn't notice that something was wrong with the two young masters, so he asked, "What did Young Master Wang say? Didn't Madam Cui like it?"

"For example: The stars in my head are not as good as you, I like you, like the wind that has traveled 800 miles without asking when to return... something like that." Cui Yu said, "A better one is that I like you, just like the stars like the moon, like the spring rain likes the earth, like the sunflowers like the sun."

"Ah? I think it's great." Gu Li said, "Chang Lang often says these things to me. They're so nice to hear. How can they be corny?"

"Oh?"

Cui Yu narrowed her eyes slightly at this time, then took Wang Wei's hand and tightened it involuntarily, seeming a little angry - Okay, you even have to learn love words from other men, can't you think and say them yourself?

Wang Wei also quickly spoke up to make amends: "My dear, please don't be angry. I am just learning from Brother Yonghe..."

"Hmph~" But Cui Yu was not going to appreciate it.

Wang Wei was at a loss at this time. After thinking for a while, he figured out what Cui Yu wanted: "My lady is so beautiful. I will write a poem and send it to you later..."

"What's the good of writing poetry? You can't write better than Mr. Chang." But Cui Yu turned his head away and said so.

Wang Wei was stunned for a moment, then he said: "Then I will compose a song for my wife, just for my wife. In this respect, I am definitely better than Brother Yonghe!"

Women's inexplicable desire to compare led the two men to start competing with each other. Chang An was an excellent poet, but Wang Wei was better at music.

"That's pretty much it..."

After hearing Wang Wei's promise, Cui Yu turned around. Gu Li looked at Cui Yu and Wang Wei and leaned close to Chang An's ear with some doubt and asked:

"Chang Lang, what happened to Lord Wang and Lady Cui?"

Chang An pretended to be dumbfounded and said, "I don't know, let's just ignore her."