The killer concubine of the sick prince

Everyone knows that Dong Yiheng is the son of Dong Hanlin, and his younger sister Dong Anyi is a celebrity in front of the old lady. Therefore, the status of the two brothers and sisters is also quite good, faintly more noble than other important ministers and family members in Beijing, even the other The prince and princess should also treat them with courtesy.

But Zhao Ruixi is a person who does his own way, and doesn't save any face in the public.

"I'm 25 and I can't find a daughter-in-law. Coming to Green Bamboo will give you a sense of presence, and bullying people younger than you will give you a sense of accomplishment?"

Dong Yiheng's face turned pale, of course he knew that it was a joke that he was not married at 25, but so what, the relationship he made before was blown away, and the girl who made a baby marriage later fell into ruin, and the Dong family's momentum got better and she retired Later, she got married with the daughter of the Yun family, but the girl of the Yun family was worried that her family would go to the battlefield, so she followed her to northern Xinjiang, where she died at a young age.

This delay has reached twenty-five.

Most of the men who come to the Green Bamboo Club are in their 20s. Those who have never been related will come to the Green Bamboo Club to find opportunities for themselves. Dong Yiheng came to the Green Bamboo Club because he had no choice. In the future, he will pave the way for the official, but he never expected that the fourth son will come, even a little-known little boy like Jiang Yi can beat him.

"I don't know what Mr. Zhao is thinking about coming to the Green Bamboo Club even though he is already married? Could it be that he is planning to fill the backyard?"

Before Zhao Ruixi could get angry, Jiang Jiuyi stopped him, and looked at Dong Yiheng calmly, "I want to fill the backyard before we get married. After all, Dong Hanlin's son is more heroic. Since you want to compare, then we will compare."

"There is an old saying that 'writing is the best'. We don't compare any poems. Since Mr. Dong is quite confident in his calligraphy, let's compare whose calligraphy is better."

As soon as Jiang Jiuyi's words came out, even Zhao Ruixi was shocked. He naturally knew how bad Jiang Jiuyi's handwriting was, and now he had to compete with others in calligraphy. Isn't this asking for trouble for himself?

"Young Master Dong, do you dare to respond?"

Dong Yiheng gritted his teeth, "Naturally!"

"Okay!" Jiang Jiuyi said loudly, "Whoever has poems, let's write the same characters and compare them."

Who in the crowd was bold enough to shout loudly: "I have the "Sigh of Prosperity" written by Prince Xi back then! You two young masters, wait a moment, here I bring it!"

Zhao Ruixi, "..."

Why is the black history of being young and frivolous back then publicly executed?

But when he was young, Zhao Ruixi was indeed a young man with an arrogant state, and he did have such an arrogant capital. The song "Sigh of Prosperity" is still a classic sought after by countless literati.

After a while, the young master took the rubbings of "Sighing Xing Ci", the handwriting is clear, and the free and easy handwriting is excellent even today.

Although it is not as good as everyone Yan Liu, it is obviously a good character that can be ranked well.

Jiang Jiuyi raised her eyebrows, briefly scanned the "Sigh and Xing Ci", tugged at Zhao Ruixi's sleeve and asked, "You wrote it?"

Zhao Ruixi's ears were a little red, "I wrote it when I was young."

Jiang Jiuyi blinked, thinking that this man's way of taking Joe was quite interesting.Although the ancients were precocious, but being able to write such a poem at the age of ten must have a literary talent in their chest.

Although he doesn't know much about the words, he can feel the emotions at that time from these words, even if this is just a rubbing copy of Zhao Ruixi's works at that time.

Jiang Jiuyi, who didn't know much about the ways of the world, had the most primitive intuition, and the indignation that pierced the back of the paper rushed to her face. Presumably, Zhao Ruixi, who wrote this speech that day, also felt grief and indignation.

Even Jiang Jiuyi could imagine how angry the young man was when he wrote this Fu that could be sung by later generations.

Dong Yiheng is naturally a good hand in calligraphy, and his calligraphy has also been taken for appreciation by others. Seeing that it was Zhao Ruixi who wanted to "Sigh Xing Ci", he felt at ease.

Few of the people present did not know about "Sighing Xing Ci". This Fu was considered to be all the rage back then, and he had copied it.

Immediately, the two of them spread out the rice paper, dipped the brush in ink, and before Jiang Jiuyi could move, Dong Yiheng had already written ten big characters quickly.

Jiang Jiuyi had shared the bed with Zhao Ruixi since he came to Darong, he thought that when the Yun family and the Su family were rapidly declining due to the war, there should be grief and resentment in his heart.

He could even imagine such a scene, as if he had really seen the yellow sand in Saibei, and heard the sound of the Qiang flute from outside the pass.

His eyes were blood red, and many unknown images flashed in his mind, and when he came back to his senses, the ink on the pen was about to drip onto the paper.

There was the sound of war drums in his ears, and the neighing of war horses around him. Blood was flying in front of Jiang Jiuyi's eyes, and the hand holding the brush couldn't help but exert force.

One sentence, another sentence.

It seems that he is not copying Cho Seo Hee's words, but writing a poem about war.

A poem was three hundred characters long, and when Jiang Jiuyi finished writing, her clothes were still soaked in sweat and her bones ached in the chilly wind.

Jiang Jiuyi was still stuck in that emotion and couldn't extricate himself. He rarely lost control of his emotions.

But this time it was different, just like when he first arrived in Dayong when he accepted Jiang Jiuyi's memories of the past 15 years in the sedan chair.

What just appeared in front of his eyes?

How could a concubine who had grown up in the backyard of the Jiang Manor have seen such a fight?

Jiang Jiuyi and Dong Yiheng finished writing almost at the same time. Everyone came to check curiously, but they couldn't help but stay silent.

These are two completely different writing styles and moods. For the same poem, Zhao Ruixi wrote it like a royal nobleman angrily scolded the dim court, with grief and anger penetrating the back of the paper; Insufficient; but it fell on Jiang Jiuyi, but it seemed like a general was making a deafening voice, trying to wake up the confused Chinese.

In terms of neatness and style, Dong Yiheng won.

But in terms of the state of mind of writing, even Zhao Ruixi's original handwriting can't compare to Jiang Jiuyi's wild handwriting.

I can vaguely see some shadows of Zhao Ruixi's handwriting, but the emotion is more abundant, and I can't help crying when I read it.

Zhao Ruixi stood on the spot with his sleeves folded, his expression solemn, Jiang Jiuyi—what has he been through?

Jiang Jiuyi raised his head slowly, his eyes swept over the crowd, his voice was hoarse, and his dark eyes were like two deep pools of water, "Who wins?"

At that moment, Dong Yiheng actually felt timid. He met Jiang Jiuyi's gaze and took half a step back!

Even if it was only half a step, this young man was ten years younger than him, and his stature was only up to his chin, but that gaze——made him feel like he saw General Yun, who was once capable of killing all directions!

That Yun Shaocheng who is known as one of the Great Glory Gods of War!