In the Northern Song Dynasty, he started by marrying the eighth daughter of the Su family.

"Zhi'er! Zhi'er!"

Han Zhi was inside, intently looking at the silk handkerchief on the table, with a pen in one hand. He seemed to be pondering how to write a poem, completely unaware of Han Zhou's call.

At that moment, he heard the sound of the door being pulled open. He immediately jumped, instinctively grabbing the silk handkerchief on the table and looking up.

The mother and son stared at each other, both momentarily stunned. Han Zhou quickly recovered, glancing at the silk handkerchief in Han Zhi's hand and the scattered crumpled papers on the table and floor, and a knowing expression appeared on her face.

"Mother... Mother?"

Han Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief and carefully tucked the silk handkerchief into his sleeve. Seeing that he had put it away, Han Zhoushi stepped forward, holding the invitation card, and smiled:

"Zhi'er, people from the Su family have arrived."

Han Zhi blinked, looking somewhat puzzled, and asked, "My mother-in-law and the others? What's going on...?"

Han Zhou tapped him with the invitation card in her hand and said, "Of course you're here to prepare the room. This room is for your wedding. It would be a loss of face to bring someone into the house like this."

Han Zhi stared blankly at his room, then at his desk, before nodding sheepishly. But then he asked, "So where am I sleeping tonight?"

"Don't worry, I've already prepared a new room for you. You can make do there for tonight." Madam Han Zhou was very thoughtful and had considered many things.

Han Zhi nodded quickly, then stood up and said, "In that case, I won't make a fuss about the shop."

"Alright, go ahead," said Madam Han. "You should go out for a stroll too. Don't just stay at home. Everyone's saying that you, young Master Han, are getting married. If you don't go out and explore, how will others know who the groom is?"

"Hmm." Han Zhi nodded, and was about to go out, but quickly ran back to his desk, took the paper and pen, and then went out.

Seeing his expression, Han Zhou couldn't help but laugh. Then she came out and called out, "Mother-in-law, we can begin!"

Just now, Madam Cheng was a little puzzled when she saw Han Zhi running out with paper and pen. But after seeing Han Zhou Shi, she smiled and said, "Master Han is really studious. He even carries paper and pen with him when he goes out."

"Oh, my dear in-law, you're joking," Han Zhou said with a smile, waving her hand. "He's probably just having a headache over the poems for urging me to get married and for rejecting the fan."

"What's so troublesome about this? Han Zhi is a man of exceptional talent and ability, how could he be bothered by such things?" Madam Cheng found it somewhat amusing, as if the Han Zhi who had been discussing history with her husband a few days ago was someone else entirely.

"Who knows him? This child does one thing and does another, so let him be." After saying that, Madam Han took out the invitation and said, "These are the bedding and mats we have prepared. You can take a look, Mother-in-law."

Madam Cheng also brought her invitation, saying, "My dear in-laws, you may also take a look at these bedding and curtains."

They glanced at it symbolically, and then the two matriarchs began to make arrangements.

......

Han Zhi was strolling along the street, stopping and starting, and whenever he felt like writing something, he would look up at the scenery around him. But it was early autumn, and no imagery seemed suitable.

He sighed and said, "Why is writing a poem so difficult?"

I used to think that people like Li Bai and Su Shi could spout timeless masterpieces with ease. But why is it that when it comes to my own words, I feel like I have a fishbone stuck in my throat?

Unable to understand, he tapped his forehead with his pen and continued walking forward.

The Su family was also preparing for tomorrow's wedding, and Su Zhen was standing at the door, helping Su Xun with the arrangements. But for some reason, she suddenly lost her focus and subconsciously turned her head to look at the street.

Sure enough, a man dressed in a light blue robe walked slowly down the street.

She subconsciously called out "My Lord," which, as expected, made the man turn around. Coincidentally, it was none other than Han Zhi.

But after shouting, she suddenly blushed, because Su Xun was still beside her. The latter noticed Su Zhen looking at the street, followed her gaze, and then suddenly realized what was going on.

So, with great foresight, he led his servants inside, leaving Su Zhen at the door.

At this moment, Han Zhi also stepped forward, politely bowing and greeting, "Eighth Sister."

"Officer."

Seeing that there was no one around, Su Zhen asked, "Why did you come out, sir? Why aren't you at home preparing for the wedding?"

"I......"

Han Zhi was unsure of what he was doing and how to respond.

Seeing his somewhat dazed expression, Su Zhen found it amusing and said, "Alright, now that you're here, there's nothing to worry about over there."

Then she pointed to the paper and pen in Han Zhi's hand and asked, "What is my husband writing?"

Han Zhi looked down at the paper and pen in his hand, quickly put them away and hid them behind his back, saying, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I... I just wanted to write some articles and poems to see if I could write something good."

Su Zhen looked at Han Zhi and quickly understood. She covered her mouth and laughed, "My lord, are you perhaps thinking about tomorrow's urging to get ready for the wedding and the fan-removal ceremony?"

Seeing that his thoughts had been exposed, Han Zhi blushed, but still stubbornly said, "No...no, I've already written down the details of urging you to get ready and the fan."

After saying that, he swallowed nervously.

Su Zhen found him adorable. Looking around her home, she saw things were being arranged in a flurry of activity, and there was probably nowhere quiet to go.

She simply adjusted her skirt and sat down on the steps by the door, saying, "My lord, why don't you sit down and have a chat?"

Han Zhi didn't hesitate and sat down next to Su Zhen, taking out his paper and pen again. However, he quickly crumpled the top sheet into a ball and placed it aside.

Seeing Han Zhi's expression, Su Zhen simply smiled and asked, "What exactly does my lord intend to do? Perhaps I can help."

"I probably can't help with this." Han Zhi didn't even look up, and then started writing on the paper again.

Once absorbed in his work, he quickly forgot that Su Zhen was right beside him. He wrote and then stopped, wrote and then threw away paper repeatedly, before finally managing to write a poem.

"Peach blossoms bloom brightly, reflecting the two lovers; red candles accompany them on this auspicious day. Wedding attire and embroidered robes are all ready, awaiting only the opening of her lips. She gently veils her face with a fan, her beautiful figure dancing like a celestial being. Her delicate and charming appearance is so captivating that one might mistake her for Chang'e descending from the heavens."

But after looking at it repeatedly, he still didn't like it and wanted to throw it away. Just then, a hand reached out and said, "No need to throw it away, just use this one then."