A thousand mountains of wind and snow

If the flowing wind returns to the snow and the silver is shining brightly, the eyebrows are stretched even better than in the painting, he really looks like a cool and cold gentleman, but his complexion is too fair and set off by the black hair, but he looks unhealthy.

When Zhao Shu came, he was surprised when he saw Wen Shaoqing's appearance. He forgot to ask last night and today he delivered it to his door. Zhao Shu stared at Wen Jiang and smiled at him. Wen Jiang didn't know if he saw it or not. I saw, just bowed, "Wen Jiang was late for being rude, please forgive me, Mr. Zhang."

This Wen Jiang is now a hot upstart, but it was not easy to come here because he had rejected many invitations in a row, Zhang Wei naturally would not feel neglected, and said with a smile, "I have heard that Mr. Wen has been ill for a long time, I don't know if today is better? "

"Lord Lao is concerned, Wen Jiang is not worried."

"In this case, let's take the seat first. The poetry meeting on the left and right has not started yet, so it's not rude."

There are only two seats left at the table, one is beside Zhao Changyu, the rather conspicuous one is in the lower seat, Wen Jiang didn't even look at the seat next to Zhao Changyu, turned around and walked to the lower seat .

But I heard the bored young master say, "Master Wen is weak, so I'm afraid it's not suitable for him to be in the wind. Besides, Mr. Wen is a distinguished guest, if he is in the lower seat, I will be disrespectful."

Zhang Wei glanced at Zhao Shu, Changyu and Wen Jiang seemed to know each other.

Now that Zhao Shu said so, Wen Jiang had to sit down next to him. Zhao Shu vaguely smelled a bitter smell of medicine, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to be so predestined. I offended yesterday and apologized first."

"Young master, you are polite." Wen Jiang said lukewarmly.

Zhao Shu scratched his head, knowing what he did last night, he wanted to make amends.

One of these two is like a scorching sun and the other is like a cold moon, which makes the young ladies behind the screen look down on others.

Although the wine in Pingyang Princess’s Mansion tasted light, it was good wine, but Wen Jiang only drank hot tea. He knew that this was a sick man who couldn’t drink strong alcohol, so he didn’t force him to drink. He felt extremely regretful immediately. .

This poem will naturally be a poem and a long talk, Wen Jiang is so hot now, it is inevitable that some people can't stand it, it's just a few provocations that Wen Jiang can be called a great talent, and he is so talented that he does not lose the wind.

Wen Jiang was drinking tea, and saw a pair of slender and powerful hands stretched out in front of his eyes, the young master smiled and said, "The wine in the pot is gone, let Master Wen have a drink."

2. Run at night

This man is naturally stubborn, what status is he, is it possible that the maid won't continue if he loses the wine?Zuo Wenjiang didn't bother to have anything to do with this person, so he didn't care.

Halfway through the poetry meeting, a green-clothed scholar came drunk with a drink, "Master Wen is a great talent! The students admire him!"

Wen Jiang was about to replace wine with tea, but he didn't want the scholar to be dissatisfied, "Could it be that Mr. Wen looks down on us! You won't drink a glass of wine?"

This Wen Jiang went to the second prefecture of Yuzhou and Yizhou successively, and he had a cool and jade-like appearance, and there were many rumors about him and the Yuzhou Governor Aizi. There were many romantic affairs in Ningdu city , but these are only regarded as some fun things that should not be put on the table.

Thinking that Wen Jiang might have survived in the Yuzhou Mansion because of his good looks, and then became the Shaoqing of Dali Temple without the imperial examination, it is inevitable that some people still look at him with contempt.

Wen Jiang's heart for these people's thoughts is like a mirror, and he doesn't bother to add details, "Left and right Bojiu, it doesn't matter if you think about it."

Zhao Shu handed the wine glass to Wen Jiang's hand, since that was the case, he had to drink it, Wen Jiang raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, but he didn't expect the sweetness in the glass to be rock sugar pear water, Zhao Shu smiled and blinked.

Of course, no one would doubt the wine that Young Master Zhao poured himself. On the surface, it seemed that Zhao Shu was in trouble, but it didn't seem that Wen Jiang was rude or had any other connection with Zhao Changyu.

Just now, Qingyu wondered how his young master had changed his sexuality and asked him to bring the rock sugar pear water for sobering up, but he didn't expect that it was actually for Mr. Wen.

Herring took a careful look at Wen Jiang, and in a blink of an eye, he gave his son a warning look and hurriedly lowered his head.

Wen Jiang in this room wrote poems, while Zhao Changyu in the other room devoted himself to adding wine. Previously, people thought that Young Master Zhao was quite disgusted with Mr. Wen, but now it is not the case.

Earlier, Zhang Wei and Xi Ni said that they wanted Zhao Changyu to write and write, but they also knew Zhao Changyu's temperament and didn't really want him to write, but they didn't expect that Zhao Shu picked out the poems by himself, and someone really found the pen and ink. Don't talk about it, but it's really good handwriting, smooth and flowing, flamboyant and unrestrained, like a fairy.

This was really impressive, Zhao Shu smiled and handed the paper to Wen Jiang.

But some people couldn't stand it, and said sourly, "But I never thought that Mr. Wen has a lot of acquaintances with the Changning Hou Mansion when he just came here."

Although Zhao Shu said that he wanted to make amends before, he really liked Wen Jiang's poems after reading them, and he knew that he was most afraid of forming a party for personal gain. I'm afraid it's a hot potato.

"Hey, isn't this a great talent from Su? Why are you so free today?" Zhao Shu slapped his head, "Oh, I forgot, didn't a great talent from Su miss the imperial examination a few days ago! He should be punished. , Zhao Shu has nothing to hide!"

Zhao Shucheng stabbed him where he was sore, and Su Nian's face turned green all of a sudden, "Master Wen is a talented man, and he is favored by the Marquis's house, so he can't compare to his reputation."

"Is it blue eyes just by writing a word? I'm afraid the Hou Mansion has more blue eyes than rain." Zhao Shu copied the poems and presented them one by one, but it fell to Su Nian, "I'm sorry , I just can't look down on this sad sentence, thinking that I can't accomplish anything, so what should I do with others?"

After all, Su Nian couldn't tear himself apart with this young master, and drank the wine angrily.

The poetry meeting was over, everyone was beaming with joy when they got the young master's pen and ink, but only Su Nian's face was green.

What kind of person is Zhao Changyu, who used to accompany those princes to study, even the princes dared to play tricks, His Majesty is conniving, and he is the young son of Changning Houfu, Zhao Changxing's precious brother, who can do anything to win him.

My son has the temperament that even the Marquis dares to talk poorly, let alone an aide, Qingyu was thinking, who stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, only to see a red afterimage disappearing into the night, and secretly said it was over, He was going to be reprimanded by the eldest son again.

Song Qi saw from a distance that his lord was busy helping him, but Wen Jiang waved his hand, "No problem."

"Your Excellency wouldn't come if you're sick."

"Since you have promised, how can you break the appointment." Wen Jiang smiled and put on a cloak and was getting into the carriage when he heard a knock on the door. As soon as he opened his eyes, a cloud of red came in from the window, and it was the young man who wanted to meet him. smiley face.

"grown ups."

"It's okay, you can drive."

"Lord Wen's attendant has good ears!" Zhao Shu laughed.

"Wen Jiang is weak, so he always has a martial arts practitioner by his side."

"What do you think of me?" Zhao Shu smiled and pointed at himself.

Wen Jiang only felt that this young master really had nothing to do all day long, "I dare not."

"How about a fight? Anyway, it's also a martial art taught by the general. Don't underestimate me, my lord."

This Zhao Shu can do whatever he wants, and it's confusing. Wen Jiang raised his eyes and looked at him with clear eyes, "The young master is not here because of this, is it?"

"My lord," he said pretending to be serious, "you won't still annoy me, will you?"

Wen Jiang sighed, looked at the man's serious face with sword eyebrows and stars, and said helplessly, "No."

"I did offend you yesterday, I'm sorry," he said with 12 sincerity, then looked at Wen Jiang's forgiving face, and smiled, "No, it's also considered a predestined acquaintance, why don't we just be friends , my name is Zhao Shu, Zhao Changyu."

When the young man smiled, the corners of his eyes and the brows were full of vigor and brilliance, which made people unable to move their eyes away. It's just that such arbitrariness was made up of how much gold and silver were piled up.

"Wen Jiang, Wen Shenzhi."

"Brother Shen is acquainted with each other like this. I offended you last night, so please give me a chance to make amends?" The young man smiled, grabbed his hand and went out before he could answer.

"Don't worry! I won't take your lord to some kind of dragon's pool and tiger's lair!" The boy turned his head while running, and disappeared in the long street full of lights after a while.

Zhao Shu is familiar with the complicated streets of Ningdu City, turning left and right just makes people feel lost in the sea of ​​lights.

The shopkeeper lowered his head and flicked his abacus, a golden leaf fell in front of his eyes, and he heard the young man's voice, "Bijian Mingyue, what other fashionable snacks are here."

But I saw the young master in red and light gown leading a young man in plain long robe upstairs, this young master Zhao has changed his mind today and came here to drink tea.

Zhao Shu took Wen Jiang into a room facing the river, and when he opened the window, he had a panoramic view of the scenery on the Ding River. A bright moon hung in the crow-blue sky, reflected on the calm river, like a painting. quiet.

"Brother Shen, how is it? The place I picked is not bad!" The young man smiled, as if someone's child had done a good deed and was looking for a reward eagerly.

This person's behavior cannot be judged by common sense. Wen Jiang was a little dizzy just now when he was dragging him away, but now he is happy to see this beautiful scenery, "Young master has very high vision."

"Aren't you annoyed? Just call me Changyu. Thinking about it myself, this name sounds auspicious."

Yu, Le Ye.

Changyu is a name that means long-term comfort and happiness. It is indeed a well-thought-out name, but it is not like the expectations that should be placed on his background. The rich and powerful want their descendants to inherit the mantle and become famous in the world. The name seems to be that Marquis Changning only wants his son to be a wealthy and idle person.

Master of Bilu