Da'an's best son-in-law

"I don't want to play anymore, I can't post it any more."

Ye Chen reluctantly dropped the poker in his hand and said helplessly to Wei Yanran across from the stone table.

Although the two little girls Lian'er did not play according to the routine, Ye Chen could at least rely on his own experience to compete, so the three of them had some wins and losses in the card games these days.

This situation was completely broken by the addition of Wei Yanran, whose talent for poker was simply beyond the reach of Ye Chen. Since the first round, Ye Chen and Lian'er have almost never won again. Lian'er and two people brought up the matter of stickers. It was originally aimed at Ye Chen, but now all three of them have stickers on their faces.

Seeing Ye Chen's helplessness, Wei Yanran chuckled and put down the poker in her hand.

"My husband is just giving in to Yanran."

Ye Chen could only laugh a few times. With the former's current level, even Chow Yun-fat himself was not qualified to give in to her.

"That's right, my uncle is obviously the one who invented the invention, how could he not win at all?" Lian'er and Ye Chen were both farmers, and they were currently being killed by Wei Yanran alone, muttering a little dissatisfied.

Ye Chen patted the former's head in a funny way and said, "No nonsense."

Today is August [-]th, which is the day when the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival begins. In the past, Wei Yanran would have had no worries about participating in such a gathering. Playing was the second priority. The main thing was to talk about business with other family business leaders. Good relationship. This woman has always been well-rounded, and she is very good at things like diplomacy.

It is already afternoon. After a while of preparation, the Mid-Autumn Poetry Party is about to begin. Wei Yanran looked down at Ye Chen who was collecting poker cards across from him and said softly, "Tonight is the day of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Recital. I wonder if Mr. Dao Dao would like to go with Yanran?"

The hesitation in his words was already obvious. Jizhou's literati and descendants of aristocratic families all have their own circles, and it is normal to write poems on festivals such as poetry fairs that are in line with the arty style. When Ye Chen was still in the Ye family, every time he participated in poetry gatherings, he was the target of fun and ridicule by the children of Yue Song and other scholars.

Although she knew that Ye Chen's literary talent was now extraordinary and he might not be challenged anymore, Wei Yanran still wanted to find out what Ye Chen meant because she was afraid that the former would be brooding about past events and not want to participate. Hearing this, Lian'er and Xiao Xing looked at Ye Chen expectantly. They usually had little entertainment, so they naturally hoped that the latter would agree.

While Ye Chen was packing away the pokers on the table, he looked up and saw the three women staring at him, and smiled helplessly.

"Then I'll be more respectful than obedient."

In fact, it didn't matter to him whether he went or not, but since everyone had a reason to go, it was not easy for him to disrupt the situation. As for those Yue Song and others who used to make fun of him, they could just deal with it according to the situation.

As soon as these words came out, Lian'er and Xiao Xing's nervous mood suddenly became excited, and Wei Yanran also breathed a sigh of relief. If the former didn't go, she naturally wouldn't force it, but after hearing Ye Chen's affirmative answer, she felt a sense of joy in her heart.

The streets and markets in Jizhou are already filled with a strong festive atmosphere. The Mid-Autumn Festival of the An Dynasty, even if compared with other dynasties, is among the most prosperous.

During this festival, Jizhou people mainly do three things: appreciating the moon, having poetry gatherings, and drinking wine. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, every hotel will be decorated and sell new wine. At this time, every store on the street has been decorated, with various lanterns hanging high, and the sound of drinking and fisting can be heard from the store.

Princes, grandsons, or wealthy families usually choose to climb high buildings to admire the moon, and have a grand banquet, during which they "play the music, drink wine, and sing songs." At that time, there must be fresh crabs that have just been put on the market, sweet and refreshing pears, dates and pomegranates, as well as the indispensable moon cakes. Moon cakes, drinking wine, singing songs, staying up all night, playing with the moon.

Common people arrange family dinners at home to reunite with their families. Poor people would rather pawn their clothes to buy wine for the festival than waste it in vain, which shows how enthusiastic they are about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Tonight's curfew has been lifted, so there will probably be an endless stream of adults and children coming to go shopping even before dawn. The market, which was as bright as day, was now crowded with people and very lively. There were several sky lanterns rising not far away.

The Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival is held every year by the Jizhou River. In addition to the participation of children from aristocratic families and their friends, several famous Goulans in Jizhou City will also send some women to perform singing and dancing performances. Regarding this matter, those disciples were very enthusiastic. Not only did they not feel that it was lowering their status, but they even kept saying something like "food and sex"

Sitting on the carriage heading to the poetry meeting, Ye Chen opened the curtain and saw such a lively scene on the street, and couldn't help but sigh secretly. The atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Da'an Dynasty is indeed very strong.

"This is not the first time, uncle, why are you so curious?" Seeing Ye Chen's reluctance to put down the curtain, Xiao Xing asked curiously.

Ye Chen smiled faintly and did not explain anything. The original owner of this body had participated in it many times, but for him, an outsider, everything here was the first time.

"All the men at the poetry meeting will compose impromptu poems later. Uncle, are you ready?" Lian'er on the side also took over the conversation with a smile. "Yue Song has made bold statements among the literati circles in Jizhou. This time he will definitely win the first prize of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival."

"Jackpot?"

Seeing Ye Chen's puzzled look, Wei Yanran on the side explained

"All the men in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival will take turns to compose impromptu poems when the atmosphere of the poem gathering is the strongest. If the poems they write are wonderful and recognized by those present, they can take away some prizes. The poems they write are the most brilliant. If you do, you will be able to win the first prize of the Poetry Society."

"The jackpot will be different every year. Last year's jackpot was when Mr. Song took out the calligraphy that Mr. Jiaxuan made when he was studying."

Ye Chen nodded clearly. In the Da'an Dynasty, learning and official status were probably inseparable, and those who sought knowledge mostly sought official status. And Xin Qiji's achievements in poetry are so astonishing, and he is now rising in the officialdom. His calligraphy must have an extraordinary inspiration for these students.

"What about this jackpot?"

Wei Yanran glanced at Ye Chen with an unclear meaning and said softly

"This jackpot is an opportunity to listen to Miss Qiyun from Ruyue Tower singing alone."

Miss Na Qiyun is the number one in Ruyue Tower and a famous prostitute in Jizhou City. She usually only sells her arts but not her body because her talent in singing lyrics and playing music is quite impressive. However, she is also highly respected in the circle of literati. Listen to He said that the Yue Family Trading Company spent a lot of money to invite him here this time.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's expression suddenly became a little subtle. No matter how famous a geisha is, she is still a geisha. If she comes to such a grand poetry meeting, her calligraphy works will be on the same level as Mr. Jiaxuan's. This To help the so-called talented man, he actually carried out the slogan of food, sex and nature to the extreme.

"Why, is your husband interested? Heroes have always loved beauties since ancient times. I think it will not be difficult for my husband's literary talent to win the first prize."

Seeing the subtle expression on Ye Chen's face, Wei Yanran asked with a half-smile.

Hearing this, Ye Chen also came back from his thoughts and realized that his reaction was really inappropriate, so he quickly waved his hand to explain.

"Don't worry, madam, I have absolutely no intention of doing this!"