Carrying the wrong sedan chair to marry the wrong wife

Shen Wenchang breathed a sigh of relief when she left the Wang's house. For various reasons, she didn't like staying in the Wang's house very much, and she always felt reserved. Although the Wang's grandmother was kind, she couldn't be pampered and act like her own grandmother.

"Young master!" Shen Song saw his young master leaving the gate, so he followed him.

"Da Song, what are you doing out here? Qiu'er is still inside, you stay to see Gu Qiu'er, I'm leaving first, don't follow me." Shen Wenchang said and ran away, afraid that Da Song would follow her.

Shen Wenchang ran to Sanqiao Street Market, saw a pawn shop, took a glance inside, and saw Xu Jinwen carefully rolling a painting.

"Jin Wen." Shen Wenchang ran into the shop, "What kind of painting, so detailed, let me take a look."

"Hey, don't move." Xu Jinwen turned around holding the painting, "I just received it this morning from my father. It's a famous painting."

"Drawing, isn't it all the same, what's so special about painting and painting?" Shen Wenchang sat down, and now he begged her to look at it, but she didn't even look at it.

Xu Jinwen ignored it at first, holding the painting and said: "This is still a rare item, worth more than [-] taels, and my father asked the owner for instructions before it was pawned."

"More than 3 taels?" Shen Wenchang was shocked, and touched his sachet, there were only a few hundred Wen in it.

"That's right, this was made by Chen Huaizui, the magic brush of the former dynasty. My father said that this painting would have been only a few thousand taels 200 years ago, and it is extremely expensive now." Xu Jinwen touched the scroll and said indulgently: "Hold it in your arms. Really enjoyed it.”

Shen Wenchang was stunned for a moment, then blinked and said, "Since it's so expensive, you'd better put it back quickly, you won't be able to pay for the damage."

"Yes, yes, this can't be damaged." Xu Jinwen hurried to the back after saying that, and came out empty-handed.

Shen Wenchang was thinking about the 3 taels, so he leaned forward and said to Xu Jinwen, "Jinwen, a painting is so valuable, why don't we paint a few more, so we don't have to keep asking the family for money."

Hearing this, Xu Jinwen touched Shen Wenchang's forehead and said, "It's not hot, why is he so confused."

Shen Wenchang made a serious face.

"Let's talk about you, let's talk about me. My paintings are just average. I can barely catch the eye, and I can't sell them for a few cents. You haven't even picked up a pen a few times. Wouldn't it be impossible to think about painting. "Xu Jinwen felt that painting was simply not something people like them could do.

Shen Wenchang's face flushed red.

"Whether the painting is worth money or not depends on being a painter. Then Chen Jiyun and Chen Huaizui are the magic pens of the previous dynasty, which are incomparable to you and my descendants." Xu Jinwen ignored Shen Wenchang and continued talking.

"What are you talking about Chen?" Shen Wenchang sounded familiar.

"Chen Huaizui, you haven't heard of it. The storyteller on the street ahead tells it once a month." Xu Jinwen stretched out his hand and pointed outward.

"No, Chen Huaizui, what did you say about Chen?" Shen Wenchang was anxious to beat Xu Jinwen.

"Oh, Chen Jiyun." Xu Jinwen replied.

"Why is it so familiar?" Shen Wenchang was puzzled.

"Nonsense, I've said it before, the storyteller said it once a month, is it familiar? Let's go, find Hongfei and the others." Xu Jinwen said and walked out of the shop quickly.

Shen Wenchang grinned with hatred and waved his arms towards Xu Jinwen's back, really wanting to beat that sissy.

The two left the pawn shop and went straight to Sanqiao downtown, where they saw Zhu Fugui wearing an apron selling pork from a distance.

In front of the booth, an old man smiled and took the meat tied with a rope and said, "Fugui, your craftsmanship is really good, even faster and more accurate than your father's."

"Hey hey, hey hey, Uncle is too much." Zhu Fugui raised his greasy hand and scratched the back of his head.

"It's just that I'm too naughty to cause trouble for your father. I will restrain myself in the future, otherwise I won't be able to be called a daughter-in-law." The old man said and walked away slowly.

Zhu Fugui was speechless, he praised him and then scolded him, the old man is weird, no wonder he doesn't have many friends at such an age.

"Fugui." Xu Jinwen stepped forward with a smile, "Let's go and play."

Zhu Fugui saw Xu Jinwen and Shen Wenchang, and hurriedly looked at his father: "Father, Jinwen and Mancang called me."

"You brats, where are you going crazy again?" Butcher Zhu wiped his hands and walked towards his son, looking fierce with his full beard.

Xu Jinwen stepped forward with a smile and said, "Uncle, we're going to pick the autumn dates. Uncle won't disagree, right?"

"Okay, okay, let's go out and play, don't get into trouble." Butcher Zhu readily agreed, smiling rather naively.

At this time, outside the yamen, Zhang Ziliao was dressed in brand new clothes, looking into the yamen with a refreshed look, today he can finally show off his skills in front of his beloved, and if things go well in autumn next year, he can let his father come Proposed marriage.

"Sister, wait for me." Lu Qingzhe's voice came from inside the yamen.

Zhang Ziliao hastily straightened his clothes, stepped forward, looked in, the first thing he saw was the skirt of the beauty, and then he looked up, the beauty was walking towards him with a veil.

"Sister Qingyi." Zhang Ziliao couldn't hide his excitement.

Lu Qingyi saluted slowly, parted her lips lightly and said, "Mr. Zhang has been waiting for a long time."

Zhang Ziliao's smile froze on his face, as long as the woman in front of him was good, she was fine, but she always had an expression of refusal to be thousands of miles away.

"Where, Ziliao has just arrived, sister Qingyi, brother Qingzhe, let's go now."

"Mr. Zhang, please." Lu Qingyi reasoned everywhere, and refused to give up a word.

At this time, Shen Wenchang and the three turned to the end of Dongyu Alley unhurriedly, and went to Tang Hongfei's house. Tang Hongfei's house was full of knives, guns, swords and halberds. When Shen Wenchang and the three arrived, Tang Hongfei was practicing Cuju at home.

There are several romantic spots in the courtyard. Tang Hongfei saw Shen Wenchang coming, and kicked the ball towards Shen Wenchang: "Full warehouse, catch the ball."

Shen Wenchang turned around and blocked the ball with his shoulder. The ball slowly fell on Shen Wenchang's raised instep obediently. , kicked three times in a row, and kicked towards Merry Eye.

Seeing this, Tang Hongfei hurriedly went to catch the ball on the opposite side, and said with a smile, "After the teacher teaches tomorrow, let's make an appointment to go to Cuju. I heard that we will compete with Mingyue Academy next door."

"Sounds interesting, is the news true or false?" Shen Wenchang cheered up.

"It's probably true." Tang Hongfei put away the ball, picked up the towel handed by his servants to wipe off his sweat, "You guys wait for me, I'll change clothes and come out."

Shen Wenchang thought about it carefully, the two academies are more interesting than this, looked at Xu Jinwen and Zhu Fugui and said: "You two should practice hard, don't hold back, especially Fugui, eat less."

"Ah?" Zhu Fugui looked sad.

At this moment, Tang Hongfei's father, Biaotou Tang, stood in the corridor and looked at the boys and asked, "Where are you guys making an appointment?"

"Uncle, let's go up the mountain to pick dates." Shen Wenchang admired Tang Biaotou for his martial arts skills.

"I'm going to send out a dart in a few days, when the time comes, you and Hong Fei will perform the lion dance in front of my escort agency, okay?" Tang Biao head was also full of joy, he was a good seed for practicing martial arts, but sometimes he was too skinny and didn't need to be cleaned up .

"Okay, my nephew is very happy to do a good job for my uncle." Man Cang said with a smile.

"Hahahaha." Tang Biaotou laughed heartily a few times, "Okay, you guys go and play."

Tang Hongfei changed his clothes and came out just in time to hear his father's pardon, so he hurried out of the house with his three companions and went straight to Mingshan.

Mingshan, a fiery red maple leaf, looks like a painting from a distance.

A few people went up the mountain, wearing their robes to pick dates, Shen Wenchang could eat two of the three he picked, there were pitifully few dates in his robes, and the richest ones in his robes, Shen Wenchang would grab a handful every time he approached.

"Mancang, don't come to take mine anymore, you'll eat it now, I'll give you some when we go down the mountain, and you can take it back to Qiu'er." Zhu Fugui moved his obese body and said.

Shen Wenchang stuffed dates into his mouth and said vaguely: "Okay, I won't take them now, but this year's dates are really sweet."

"Climbing Mingshan, all the scenery rises and floats. Whatever the size of the rivers and lakes, the changes of clouds and smoke, the owner of the mountain is not the owner of the mountain." The voice of the scholar Lang Lang came from the cloud pavilion on the mountain.

Tang Hongfei spat out a date pit and said, "The gang of pedantic scholars started again?"

Shen Wenchang raised his head, put a jujube into his mouth, and said: "Whatever they do, they come and go, what can come out of it?"

"It's great to learn from each other in other people's poetry club." Xu Jinwen also yearned to join, but his literary talents were mediocre.

"Then you go!" Tang Hongfei pointed to the mountain.

Xu Jinwen hurriedly said: "Oh, come on, let's have fun together."

The halfway up the mountain is very lively, and the Yunting is also very lively. The Yunting is divided into three pavilions, the North Yunting, the South Yunting, and the East Yunting. .

"Our Dongyun Pavilion is a bit inferior in poetry, but the pair has always been the leader. I will make a pair. Please come to the opposite pavilion." A white-faced scholar stood in the Dongyun Pavilion, "Because fire turns into smoke, If you don't put it aside, it will be suffering."

As soon as these words fell, the talents and beauties of Beiyun Pavilion and Nanyun Pavilion began to ponder.

When he was young, Zhang Ziliao stood up, stepped forward and bowed: "Leave the official as a house, and you will be an adult if you can learn and return."

"That's right!" Meng Ke, Zhang Ziliao's classmate, stood up. He and Zhang Ziliao both called Nantong Four Talents, "Brother Ziliao, I admire you for your quick thinking."

Zhang Ziliao was very proud of being praised. He looked back at Lu Qingyi and saw the beautiful woman Wenwen sitting there quietly, as if she hadn't thought of a second line. In order to show his talent, he stepped forward and said, "Sister Qingyi, do you have a second line?" Yes, would you like to hear it?"

After hearing the words, Lu Qingyi looked at the crowd, then stood up slowly, saluted and said: "I have a couplet in my heart, please enlighten me, I am a villain, and even the inhumane is also called the king."

Quiet, surprisingly quiet, everyone looked at this strange woman.

"Good!" An elder in Beiyun Pavilion clapped his hands and praised, "There is a girl in the boudoir, and I am ashamed of a man."

"The old man is ridiculous." Lu Qingyi saluted to the north.

"Can the girl still be right?" the elder asked with a smile, stroking his goatee.

"The little girl is showing her ugliness, and she wants to live with her desires, everyone should hold back and become famous early." Lu Qingyi walked out slowly.

Zhang Ziliao opened his mouth, and within a short period of time, he uttered two lines in succession without making a sound, which was beyond his reach.

"May I ask who is the daughter of the girl?" The elder stood up.

"Father Lu Wenzheng."

"Hiss, is the new Master Lu of the Southern Notice Mansion?" The elder was very excited, "Could it be that the girl is Lu Qingyi, the female wife who went to teach Chinese studies?"

Lu Qingyi didn't expect that the news had already reached Nantong by this time, her cheeks were rosy under the veil, and she was a little embarrassed: "It's the little girl."

The elder nodded repeatedly when he heard the words: "Girls' talents and learning should not be buried in the boudoir." After that, the elder became concerned. In the past, His Majesty and the Queen Mother both ordered women to teach. Why couldn't he?