The best county magistrate

I accompanied Concubine Shu and Fu Tingxue to play in Qingshui County for two days. Before leaving, I specially cut many large and sweet grapes from the vineyard.

After sending the people away, Yang Xuanchen's heart was bleeding as he looked at the dozens of carriages leaving from the south gate.

The Mid-Autumn Festival night arrived in a blink of an eye.

Tonight, the Wangyue Tower in Linjiang City was bustling with people, more people than there were on the day of the Lantern Festival Literary Meeting.

The three red satin hangings in front of the door swayed gently in the evening breeze, and no one has been able to match the couplets so far.

The Fu family's carriage came slowly from a distance, and three women and one man got out of the car following Fu Chuan.

A lake-blue brocade dress has an eye-catching luster. It is like exquisite jewelry, radiant and full of vitality.

Concubine Shu helped Fu Chuan out of the carriage, looking around with a smile in her eyes, "Brother, when did our Linjiang City Poetry Club become so lively?"

Fu Chuan laughed and said, "You haven't been home for several years. Come back often in the future."

"I remember that you have been fond of poetry since you were a child. Qingzhou is now a place where literati and poets flock to."

Fu Tingxue held Concubine Shu's hand and said with a smile: "Yes, aunt, especially this Wangyue Tower!"

"Oh? What do you say?" Concubine Shu asked.

A young man who was 70% similar to Fu Chuan said, "Auntie, please look at the three pairs of couplets in front of the door."

"Huh? Couplets?"

The woman who was holding Concubine Shu's other arm, but had a better appearance and figure than Fu Tingxue, said, "A lonely widow in the cold window?"

"This first couplet is so strange, lonely...widowhood, no! No!" The young woman shook her head and gave up thinking about the second couplet.

"Aunt, sister, I'm sorry, this is..."

Halfway through Fu Tingxue's words, the woman she called her sister softly uttered a few words from her mouth, "It is useless to rest on a rotten parasol tree."

The voice was not loud, but it was heard by Zhou Miaomiao who had just got off the carriage.

Her pupils suddenly shrank, and her star-like eyes shot out two dazzling looks.

She had heard this couplet from Yang Xuanchen before, and of course there was something about Taoism from far and near, such as Xiaoyao and Lingding Buddha.

However, what he admired the most was the decayed phoenix tree on the pillow. He said that the second couplet used a euphemistic tone to convey the artistic conception of wanting to stay together until old age, and also expressed the longing for his wife.

Zhou Miaomiao took a few steps forward, first saluted Fu Chuan, and then moved towards the girls.

"Just now I heard that my sister seemed to have written the second couplet?"

"I dare to ask my sister for her name. After she confirms it with her husband in a few days, I will send her a reward of silver!"

Fu Tingxue covered her mouth with one hand, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and her face was full of shock.

"Sister...sister, are you right?"

Zhou Miaomiao glanced at Fu Tingxue and said with a smile: "Ah, it turns out to be the sister of the Fu family. I'm sorry for my blindness, haha."

"My sister must be the world-famous wine fairy Zhou Miaomiao, little girl Fu Tingyu." Fu Tingyu returned the salute.

At this time, Concubine Shu looked Zhou Miaomiao up and down with a smile on her face, "We are destined to meet each other. Miss Zhou, why don't you come into the building with us."

Fu Tingxue let go of Concubine Shu and ran to her side to whisper a few words.

Zhou Miaomiao opened her mouth in surprise and wanted to kneel down to salute, but was stopped.

"There is no need for customary etiquette. I am Fu Yue, and tonight I am just a descendant of the Fu family..."

Shu Guifei Fu Yue said one sentence and then said no more. Several people entered Wangyue Tower and were led by the shopkeeper into the Tianzi No. 1 private room.

When Yan Chenghai saw Concubine Shu entering the private room, he immediately wanted to get up and kneel down.

Concubine Shu stopped Yan Chenghai from kneeling forward and said with a smile, "Brother Yan, long time no see!"

"The three teachers have not seen each other for a long time..."

After a brief exchange of greetings, everyone sat down. Yan Chenghai asked Zhou Miaomiao next to him in a low voice: "Where is that kid? Didn't I write a letter to inform him to come?"

"Master Yan, Xuan Chen is afraid that the empress will recruit him as her consort, so he doesn't dare to come. He asked me to bring a poem to join in the fun..."

After listening to Zhou Miaomiao's words, Yan Chenghai was speechless for a while. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you don't want it, don't give it up...

When the eldest princess recruits a consort, she will get him. She usually looks very smart, but she didn't expect that this time she would be as stupid as a pig.

"Brother Yan, why are you sighing?" Concubine Shu asked.

"Haha, no way, it's just that the leader of the Qingzhou literary world won't show up today, which is a pity."

Concubine Shu raised her eyebrows and asked again: "When did Qingzhou's literary world have a leader? Aren't there always three teachers with the same reputation?"

The three heads of the hospital nodded and smiled, and An Wenyuan smiled and said: "We three are old, but when it comes to literary talent, we must be the younger generation."

Shi Qian echoed: "Doctor An is right. Every word and poem at the Lantern Festival Wenzhou Festival is still unforgettable for me."

Guo Changzhou stroked his beard and nodded, agreeing very much with the words of the two heads of the hospital.

"Oh? Who is this boy that can be so highly praised by three teachers and Brother Yan?"

"If you are really talented, I will report it to Your Majesty when I get back..."

When Concubine Shu said this, she was interrupted by Fu Tingxue beside her with a smile.

"Auntie, didn't you just meet him a few days ago? What do you think of his recent studies?"

When Zhou Miaomiao heard this, she secretly thought something bad.

Concubine Shu has actually met Yang Xuanchen. If she has a good impression and is recruited to be the consort, what will she do?

Lonely and cold, a widow with an empty window?

Suddenly, Concubine Shu frowned, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Is this the boy you are talking about?"

"That kid really pissed me off..."

Then, she added some details about her first arrival in Qingshui County a few days ago, which made everyone laugh bitterly.

Yang Xuanchen is such a bastard that even the imperial concubine dares to treat him like this.

"That bastard, I'm going to send someone to get him right now..."

Concubine Shu waved her hand, "Okay, okay, it's not that serious. Brother Yan, sit down and have a few drinks with your sister."

After three rounds of drinking, the new acquaintances became familiar.

Concubine Ru Shu, Fu Chuan, Yan Chenghai and others gathered together and talked about the past like smoke.

Zhou Miaomiao and her Fu siblings mostly talked about anecdotes.

"Sister Miaomiao, what poems did Brother Yang ask you to bring this time?"

"Hurry up and take a look with your sister..."

It was Fu Tingxue who spoke.

Since learning about Yang Xuanchen's glorious deeds, Fu Tingyu, who was already more interested in poetry and poetry, became more and more curious about him.

"Ting Xue is right, sister, don't hide it, take it out and read it."

Zhou Miaomiao took out a letter from his arms and gently opened it.

There was a playful smiling face painted on the folded letter, which made my heart feel sweet.

Expand the letter.

"My wife Miaomiao, Zhan Xinjia!"

"When I was separated from my wife for the first time, my husband lived like a year. One day when I didn't see you again, it felt like three autumns had passed."

"Every time I think of my wife's smile, I wish I could be your companion in this mortal world."

"My wife has been away for a long time, so she needs to take good care of herself. My husband is eagerly looking forward to returning soon."

Seeing this, Zhou Miaomiao almost shed tears in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, before leaving, the envelope that she had repeatedly warned her to open only on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival would contain such thoughts.

This letter made her determined to return to Qingshui County overnight.

"When will the bright moon come out? I'm going to give this song to my beloved wife as a gift. If you think it's good, give it to the three heads of the hospital and Lord Yan to take a look at it..."

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."

"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky."

"I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places."

Unknowingly, Zhou Miaomiao actually recited the words Yang Xuanchen wrote for her.

"Dancing clear shadow, like in the world."

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion and look down at the Qihu. The light will make you sleepless."

"There shouldn't be any hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?"

"People have sorrows and joys, and the moon is cloudy and clear. This matter is hard to come by in ancient times."

"Nung, moon and new moon."

The letter is over, the words are over.

Quiet.