My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

Sitting in the carriage, Gu Li asked in confusion: "This person is really strange. Why does he want to compete if he can't win?"

Chang An said: "His status of winning five consecutive championships has made him a little self-righteous."

"Self-righteous?" Gu Li frowned at this time, "Could it be because of winning five yuan in a row? But what does winning five yuan in a row mean?"

"The imperial examination is divided into six stages, which means that you have to take six exams to complete the imperial examination. Winning five consecutive championships means that this person has won the first place in the first five exams." Chang An explained, "How many consecutive championships are the same as the number of championships."

Gu Li felt even more puzzled and asked, "Is it amazing to win five prizes in a row?"

"That's pretty impressive." Chang An said, "After all, it took years of studying hard and not knowing the world to get five yuan."

"But I don't think he's that great." Gu Li said nonchalantly, "If you can only study behind closed doors, then what's the difference between you and a bookworm? My Chang Lang is good at writing and martial arts, and he can cook and make sugar. How can he not be much better than the so-called Wu Yuan?"

"But before your Changlang married Gu Niang, he was also a bookworm who stayed at home reading books and was ignorant of the world." Chang An leaned closer to Gu Li and said with a smile.

"I..." Gu Li was stunned for a moment, then said as if arguing: "But Chang Lang has me."

"When I'm around, Chang Lang has to go shopping with me and take care of me. How can this be considered just studying at home? If he's not studying at home, then he's not falling out of favor. That's why my Chang Lang is not a bookworm."

After saying that, Gu Li snorted, as if he didn't like being teased by Chang An like this.

"It's just a win of five medals in a row. Chang Lang is even better than him. What is there for him to be proud of?" Gu Li said, looking a little angry.

Chang An smiled and touched Gu Li's face, and said, "Doesn't Gu Niang like him?"

"Of course I don't like them. This kind of person is weird. He wants to compare everything. If he can't win, he will pester you. He is very unlikable." Gu Li said.

Chang An gently pinched Gu Li and said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry about this, Madam Gu. When we get home later, Madam Gu and I will make a snowman. If you get angry, the snowman will melt."

"Okay, I'm not angry anymore."

……

When Li Weihao returned to his residence, he looked unhappy. When his friends who lived with him saw him coming back, they all greeted him. Li Weihao just nodded in response but didn't say anything. At this time, one of his friends came over and asked:

"What's wrong, Brother Qingming? Why are you so depressed?"

"Nothing, I just went to the West Market and met Marquis Dingkang." Li Weihao said.

"I met Marquis Ding Kang? What's wrong with that?" the friend asked, then thought about it again and asked:

"I remember that Marquis Dingkang went to the West Market with his wife. You wouldn't bring up the matter of competing with Marquis Dingkang in literary talent in front of his wife, would you?"

Li Weihao nodded, and his friend said, "You shouldn't do this. If you do this, I think Marquis Dingkang will have less and less affection for you."

"After all, he is a big shot in front of your majesty, and he has also provided us with a very favorable environment for the imperial examination. Why are you like this? Why do you have to compete with Marquis Dingkang?"

Li Weihao said, "I just don't believe that this candidate for the high-ranking official in the capital is really talented."

"You can distrust others, but you have to believe the articles written by Marquis Dingkang." The friend said, "For example, the article "Fu on Afang Palace", don't you like it very much? This article was written by Marquis Dingkang."

Since the "high school textbook" was shown to Li Longji last time, Li Longji thought it was very good, and even had someone copy it out, make it into a woodblock, and print it all over the world. And one day, it was also seen by Li Weihao. After reading it, apart from the poems, he was more impressed by these articles.

If it wasn't good enough, how could His Majesty personally have people make engravings and distribute them throughout the world? The most shocked person was naturally Li Weihao. He pulled his friend's collar in disbelief and asked:

"This... is this really true?!"

On the contrary, his friend was a little confused. Although he said that he was being grabbed by the collar, he felt a little funny and said: "Brother Qingming, don't you know?"

"Essays like "Fu on Afang Palace" and "Fu on Red Cliff" were all written by Marquis Dingkang."

Li Weihao was stunned. At that time, he thought it was written by some unparalleled great writer, who even said, "Even if I spend my whole life writing, I may not be able to surpass him." But today, he found out that it was the "Beijing scholar" he was pestering.

"You...how do you know...how do you know that these articles were written by Marquis Dingkang?" Li Weihao was a little shaken, but he still didn't quite believe it, so he wanted to struggle again.

But his friend's words poured cold water on him: "Haven't you heard of "Climbing High"? This song is included in this collection of articles."

Li Weihao suddenly lost all his strength, loosened his grip on his friend's hand, and looked a little lost. His friend patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly:

"So I'm telling you, don't just sit in your room reading books all day. You may get five yuan, but you don't know much about the current Tang Dynasty."

Li Weihao did not say anything, but just went back into the house and closed the door. His friend shouted from outside, "Brother Qingming, if you are afraid of upsetting Marquis Dingkang and his wife, you can find a time to go and apologize to Marquis Dingkang."

"Maybe if he's happy enough, he'll agree to compete with you in literary talent?"

Li Weihao sat back in the room with an incredulous look on his face. He smiled - it was too late to apologize and compete now, and there was no way he could beat the other person.

But it was not too late to apologize, so he stood up, left his seat, and left the room. The friend standing at the door was stunned for a moment, then watched Li Weihao walk out of the room, and was once again amused by his words:

"Come with me outside to buy some snacks for Dingkanghou Mansion."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull him away, but his friend was pulled by him and said, "No, what are you going to do, Brother Qingming?"

"Of course, I'm going to apologize!" Li Weihao said.

"Apologize?" The friend seemed to have heard something incredible. "Why do you do this? You just want to compete with others in literary talent, not to do anything against the law. The Duke Dingkang and his wife are very generous and will definitely not blame you."

"But... he should apologize. He is... he is the one who wrote "Climbing the High Mountain" and "Fu on the Afang Palace"."

As he said that, he pulled his friend away from the residence...

……

"Ouch..."

Chang An was rolling a snowball as big as a plate in his hand, but at this moment he felt something hit his shoulder, and he screamed in fright.

Then, he heard a "chuckle" from the side. Chang An looked over and found that Gu Li was sitting on the steps at the door, rolling a snowball in his hand. Chang An understood at this time, put down the big snowball in his hand, and then rolled a small snowball, pretending to throw it at Gu Li.

But Gu Li discovered his thoughts, and quickly turned around, throwing away the snow in his hands and using the snow to protect his stomach.

"what!"

Gu Li yelled symbolically, but the feeling of the snowball hitting her did not come. She turned her head carefully and looked tentatively in the direction of Chang An, only to find that Chang An was sitting in the snow with a small snowman in his hand.

"Mother Gu, come and see. This is Xiaoguai." Chang An carefully supported the little snowman and slowly stretched it towards Gu Li.

When Gu Li saw it, he was immediately surprised. He stood up while holding his stomach, came to Chang An, and looked at the small and cute snowman "Xiaoguai".

"Why is Xiaoguai so small?" Gu Li said, and was confused at first, then he seemed to understand and said, "Xiaoguai hasn't come out yet, so it's normal for him to be small."

"Where is Chang Lang's snowman?"

Chang An stood up at this time, showed what was behind him, and displayed it in front of Gu Li.

The two big and two small snowmen were completely exposed at this time, and the two big snowmen directly sandwiched a small snowman in the middle. Chang An smiled and turned around, and put the snowman in his hand to the last empty space in the "snowman family".

"I don't know how far I've come, but I only know that I've made our whole family!" Chang An walked over with a smile, helped Gu Li over, and pointed to the snowmen on the ground and said:

"The two big snowmen are me and Gu Niang. The small one is Xiaoguai in Gu Niang's belly, and the youngest one is Erguai."

"Hehe, I know, I can see it." Gu Li held her belly and said sweetly.

But then, there was another movement in his stomach, and Gu Li said with a smile: "Xiaoguai kicked me again!"

Chang An gently touched Gu Li's belly and said, "Doesn't this mean that Xiaoguai is healthy and lively? When Gu Niang gives birth to Xiaoguai, he will definitely be very naughty."

"If they are naughty, then Chang Lang, as their father, will need to take good care of them. If they are too naughty, that will be bad." Gu Li said.

"Don't worry, I'm Xiaoguai's father, so I have to be responsible."

Chang An was about to help Gu Li back to the house, but Huaiqin came in and said:

"Young Master, Sanniang."

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" Chang An asked.

"Mr. Li Weihao is at the door. He wants to see the young master and the third lady."

Chang An frowned slightly and said:

"Tell him that my wife is pregnant and will not see you."