Waking up with a baby

Shen Qihe always had a playful and cynical face in the past, but now he rarely puts down his smile, but it can really scare people a little bit.His colleagues in the Imperial Academy had nothing to worry about, and asked him bluntly: "Shen, are you kidding us?"

"Mr. Huang is my mentor." Shen Qihe shook his folding fan with a "swipe", pretending to speak righteously, "What am I going to do with you?"

The colleague thought about it for a while, and it was true, so he cupped his fists and said: "Mr. Huang is Mr. Huang, and laymen like me don't understand the meaning."

Shen Qihe smiled inscrutablely.

Some people confess that they are vulgar, but most of the young masters here are self-proclaimed romantic, so naturally they refuse to admit that they are vulgar, but even if someone remedied it: "... I didn't think about it just now, and now I think about it carefully. This poem really has a hole in the sky."

"This comparison is wonderful! Write about the summer wind and lotus, a little red in the endless blue, don't write about the ordinary mood, only write about the relationship between lotus leaves and lotus flowers, just like loquat and honey, candied haws and rock sugar, the two accompany and depend on each other, harmonious symbiosis, and full of childishness. Interest and interest in life, worthy of Mr. Huang's work, wonderful!"

"Young Master Zhu is right, I also have the same intention."

"Mr. Huang is worthy of being the number one talented man in Beijing back then. His writing skills are extraordinary. If there is a divine help."

……

Those who said this poem was not good before, after hearing that it was written by Mr. Huang, changed their tone one by one, and praised it to the sky. Youqing heard it a little beautifully, and said excitedly: "This is not..."

Shen Qihe quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and hands, thinking that this group of people were talking nonsense, even he was willing to bow down, and felt ashamed.But he didn't show it on his face, he just said with a smile: "I had doubts before, but now I feel relieved, after all, the young masters who come to this poetry meeting will definitely not be such vulgar people."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly pointed the finger at Lu Yan, "Ms. Lu just said that this poem doesn't make any sense?"

Lu Yan was extremely surprised that such a poem was written by Mr. Huang, she couldn't help biting her lips when she heard the words, secretly regretting that she shouldn't have said too much in order to humiliate Youqing, otherwise she wouldn't even have the chance to regret it at this moment No, I can only murmur: "I..."

Fortunately, Shen Qihe seemed to just mention it casually, and then asked Zhuang Qiutong slowly: "According to Ms. Zhuang, what is Mr. Huang's poem like?"

Zhuang Qiutong smiled, "Mr. Huang really has everyone's demeanor. This poem seems a little superficial when I first read it. After being reminded by Mr. Shen, after careful consideration, it is really eclectic and full of wit. Mr. Huang is Mr. Huang. He is different from ordinary people, and even the poems he writes have special mysteries."

The people around quickly echoed: "Miss Zhuang's words are absolutely true."

"Is that so." Shen Qihe raised his eyebrows without comment, and after a while he asked Lu Yan leisurely: "What do you think Miss Lu?"

Lu Yan originally only followed Zhuang Qiutong's lead, but now even Zhuang Qiutong praised this poem so much, she couldn't help but blushed, and said abruptly: "Naturally it is a good poem."

She didn't want to admit that she was mediocre in public, so she explained: "It was just..."

Shen Qihe relieved her with empathy: "Miss Lu must have overheard something."

Lu Yan nodded gratefully, "Indeed."

Shen Qihe closed his fan, tapped his hands, and smiled meaningfully, "Since everyone thinks this poem is wonderful, then..."

"laugh."

Sitting by the window, Ji Qiu Falcon put down the porcelain cup, he turned his face sideways, his eyes passed over the people present, and finally fell on Zhuang Qiutong.Ji Qiuying repeated Youqing's poem, "The lotus in the wind is emerald green, it's like loquat dipped in honey, and gourd boiled in rock sugar."

"...It's really not easy for you to praise it so much." Ji Qiuying pulled out a slightly mocking smile, "A talented woman in the capital? It seems that it is nothing more than that, it's just a waste of fame."

"Ji, what's the matter with you?"

The young master who had just called him to fight poems was the first to sit still, and jumped up against the table, "He has a slumped face all day long, and he puts on a mean face, and he likes to sit on the side and point out the country, and everyone says a few polite words, Respecting you as a genius, you really think you are the number one genius in the capital?"

"Furthermore, let's talk about how Ms. Zhuang provoked you, saying for no reason that her number one talented woman is just a vain name." The man waved his sleeves and said angrily: "If you want me to say, your name as a talented woman is just a vain name. "

Zhuang Qiutong's eyelashes trembled when she heard the words, and Ji Qiuying's reprimand made her raise her eyes. Their eyes met, but Zhuang Qiutong moved away quickly. Even though she was slightly annoyed, she still stopped her softly: "Mr. Sun, There is no need to argue about Qiutong like this."

Mr. Sun shook his head and said, "Today we must seek justice for Miss Zhuang."

Ji Qiuying sneered and said, "I just want to ask, do you really think this poem is well written?"

Mr. Sun asked back: "How can Mr. Huang's poems be bad?"

"You don't know who Mr. Huang is?" Some people didn't want them to make trouble at this poetry meeting, so they hurriedly smoothed things over and said with a kind smile: "Speaking of which, Mr. Huang, like Mr. Ji, was originally the number one talented person in the capital. The ability to remember with a photographic memory and to compose a poem in seven steps, is full of talent and knowledge."

Ji Qiuying's expression was proud, "Mr. Huang himself is very talented, so what does it have to do with whether this poem is good or not?"

"you……"

He clearly just didn't understand good people's hearts, so the rounder waved his sleeves and simply ignored him.

Sun Gongzi said angrily: "Brother Zhang, why bother talking to him. Since mediocre people don't know, and those who know are not mediocre, as the saying goes, we don't conspire with each other when we disagree with him. Nothing to say!"

"It's so stupid." Ji Qiuying sneered: "In this way, a few lines of poetry, as long as they are named Mr. Huang, can be a good poem, even if it is a child with a yellow mouth or a madman. Crazy words, Mr. Huang is a gold-lettered signboard, as long as you pull him out, no matter what his content is, it will be good."

"You guys are really stupid."

Ji Qiuying didn't wait for them to refute, and sneered again: "If I say that Mr. Huang said it himself, you still want to praise Mr. Huang's sharp eyes and good words?"

"you!"

Sun Gongzi was very angry, pointing at him about to yell, but let the people behind him press down, "Sun Gongzi, today is a poetry meeting, why bother with him? Disappointing."

Having said that, Mr. Sun couldn't hold back his breath. He turned his head and looked at Shen Qihe, "Mr. Shen, you are Mr. Huang's favorite student, why don't you tell him who Mr. Huang is, and save him from being so defiant?" , even Mr. Huang didn’t pay attention.”

"Master..."

Shen Qihe spent a lot of time watching the excitement, and seeing that the time had come, he put on an air of "Oops", patted his thigh, and said with a frown, "It seems that I misremembered."

After finishing speaking, he bumped Youqing with his elbow, "Did you write this poem, or the one that Mr. Huang told us in school?"

Youqing said happily: "Of course I wrote it!"

Shen Qihe touched his nose, "I'm sorry, everyone."

Mr. Sun was taken aback, but he didn't expect Shen Qihe to cheat him. While he was still dumbfounded, Ji Qiuying squeezed the cup again, and laughed slowly: "Everyone here is a self-proclaimed man, In fact, it is nothing more than echoing what others say and being arty."

"I thought Ms. Zhuang was really as thoughtful and talented as the rumors in the world. Today, it seems that the rumors are just rumors and cannot be trusted." Ji Qiu Falcon stared at Zhuang Qiutong, who was frowning slightly, and smiled contemptuously, "It seems that that day Prime Minister Zhuang came to the Ji Mansion to withdraw the engagement, claiming that it was not because of my Ji Mansion's decline, but because Miss Zhuang was not talented enough to be a good match, it was not just a lie."

He knocked on the porcelain cup that had been drained of tea, "Miss Zhuang, farewell."

After all, Ji Qiu Falcon left step by step, while the people in the restaurant had different expressions.

The poem they boasted about just now was not written by Mr. Huang?

Most people remembered that they had mocked this poem first, and then changed their words one after another because Shen Qihe mentioned Mr. Huang's name. Zhuang Qiutong.

Zhuang Qiutong held back her smile, and secretly grabbed the handkerchief. Ji Qiuying's words really made her blush, not to mention that this marriage contract should not have been announced in public, after all, everyone knew that she belonged to King Jia.Zhuang Qiutong thought about it for a moment, neither answering nor defending, forced himself to calm down and said: "Mr. Shen, you..."

Shen Qihe said sincerely: "I'm really sorry."

He pondered for a moment, and then suggested: "Anyway, all the talented people in Beijing are in this restaurant today. As long as we speak the same way, we will all agree that this is a good poem. Is it possible that some people will think that this poem is not good?"

"What's more..." Shen Qihe rubbed his chin, and said mysteriously: "Anyway, it's a poem written by Mr. Huang's disciples, so we will treat it as Mr. Huang's. If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. Know you know me?"

"This poem is extremely unique!" Someone interrupted him: "What do you mean we have the same tone?"

None of the young masters present here wanted to lose face, so they insisted on admiring: "What did Mr. Shen say? Such an ingenious poem, whether it is written by Mr. Huang or not, is worthy of praise."

The rest of the people joined in.

This is better than him talking nonsense, Shen Qihe couldn't help laughing, and quickly cupped his hands, "I think too much."

Zhuang Qiutong didn't speak any more, feeling hatred in his heart.She was annoyed that Ji Qiu Falcon refuted her own face in public, she was also angry that Youqing got away with it like this, and she was even annoyed that Lu Yankong had the ability to provoke troubles, but he repeatedly did bad things.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Qiutong's face darkened, and the handkerchief in his hand was squeezed even tighter.

This battle of poems was like a farce, so the curtain came to an end, Shen Qihe dragged Youqing to leave, and Youqing asked him innocently: "Aren't we going to eat and drink?"

"Eat shit."

Shen Qihe knocked on his head, and hurriedly took him away. Not far away, Lu Yan glared at the two of them, and was about to say something to stop her, but Zhuang Qiutong grabbed her sleeve and said coldly, "That's all."

"Cousin, that Shen Qihe and Concubine Congjia are clearly in the same group. The two of them sang together, which made us lose face." Lu Yan said angrily: "There is also Ji Qiuying. Sure enough, a poor household is a poor household. If you seize the opportunity, you will secretly Playing dirty, he made a marriage contract with them back then, because he thought highly of their Ji family, but now he is so inappropriate, but he has no self-knowledge in his life, and refuses to agree to the dissolution of the engagement."

Zhuang Qiutong was noncommittal, and after a long time, he said lightly: "...Just see how long he can be proud."

The ugliness made here today will be doubled in the future.

Since it was impossible to eat and drink, Shen Qihe had no choice but to pay for it out of his own pocket, and changed to another restaurant to treat Xiaoqing to dinner.Coincidentally, they were just about to take their seats, and Shen Qihe caught a glimpse of Ji Qiu Falcon, who had also moved to this restaurant, and asked with a playful smile, "Master Ji, why don't you share a table?"

Ji Qiuying didn't have a bad impression of Shen Qihe, so when he saw him and Youqing, he nodded and said, "You can do whatever you want."

Shen Qihe asked the waiter for a cup of Qiulubai, but the waiter brought it to the table, and Xiao Qing snatched it.Shen Qihe has always seen people talking nonsense, talking nonsense when seeing ghosts, Shang Zai chatted with Ji Qiu Falcon, he didn't pay attention at all, so Xiaoqing took a sip, it was sweet, so he couldn't help drinking more A few mouthfuls.

"They say you are the number one talented person in the capital, let's fight poetry!"

It didn't take long for You Qing to get drunk and his face was flushed.He grabbed Ji Qiu Falcon's sleeve and shook it, it was obvious that he had been exaggerated just now, Youqing said softly: "I'm also very good at composing poetry."

Shen Qihe was startled, and quickly pushed him, "Young Qingqing, wake up."

Youqing opened Shen Qihe's hand, "You are so annoying."

Shen Qihe had never seen him drunk before, so he looked at him strangely, so he asked him with a suppressed smile, "What poems can you compose?"

Youqing tilted her head and said in a daze, "I will..."

He thought for a while, "The stars in the sky are like the Big Dipper, one, two, three, so small, so bright, so shining."

"..."

Youqing waited for a long time, his speech was a little slurred, and he asked Shen Qihe suspiciously: "Why don't you praise my poems well?"

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