Dressed as a short-lived cannon fodder

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"Fu Shu is right." Yuan Biwu picked up the wine glass and drank happily.Her cheeks were reddish, her eyes flickered, and she glanced towards the window, with a little more of a girlish look on her face.

"What is Sister Yuan looking at?" Chang Ping had sharp eyes, smiled narrowly, and followed her to look out of the window.Because of her father and brother, she knew several young masters in Beijing. When she saw the man passing by on horseback downstairs, she said, "Isn't that the eldest son of the Bolu Hou family?" The two ladies of the Yuan family, The eldest lady is the crown princess, and the second lady, Yuan Biwu, is married to Xiao Lingzhou, the eldest son of the Hou family of Bolu.

"Shall we go and have a look too?" Chang Ping, who likes to watch the show, suggested.

Regarding the image of her fiancé, Yuan Biwu only listened to what others said, and she herself wanted to see what Xiao Lingzhou was like.Being pushed by Chang Ping, his thoughts moved slightly.When Huo Qingzhou and Xie Fushu encouraged her one after another, she pretended to hesitate for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

Xiao Lingzhou was with a group of his classmates, and they entered Juxian Building talking and laughing.

Xie Fushu had a bad impression of Juxianlou, she frowned slightly, but followed Yuan Biwu and the others to enter.

"The man next to her is so familiar." Huo Qingzhou whispered.

Yuan Biwu's expression froze, and he said in a low voice, "It's the third prince." Why didn't he accompany the ministers when Sheng Shang Qianqiu hosted a banquet?Instead, he appeared in Juxian Building together with Xie Fufeng?

"Today is the holy day, and the whole world celebrates together. Mr. Xie, please come and write a poem!"

"Yes yes yes!"

As soon as he entered Juxian Tower, he heard a burst of laughter.

"It's her again." Chang Ping gave "Mr. Xie" a sideways glance, her tone inexplicable.

Xie Fufeng did not agree, but pretended to decline a few words, and proposed after a while: "Why don't everyone write poems to celebrate birthdays and write poems on paper?"

Among the literati, reward singing is the favorite, and her proposal quickly won the approval of everyone.

"Let's go there too." Xie Fushu chuckled lightly.She also saw through the heroine's ability, she didn't know poetry at all, she was borrowing from her ancestors.Her "masterpieces" that have been circulated in Beijing have been engraved into collections by good people, and Xie Fushu has also read them. Most of them are common famous works, especially many big and small Li Du.This return to the Qianqiu Festival is quite similar to the scene of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty.She guessed that Xie Fufeng's poems should be taken from Lao Du's poems.

Yuan Biwu and the others didn't intend to join in the fun, seeing Xie Fushu's gesture, they couldn't help showing a little surprise in their eyes.

Chapter 16 [Returning the Nest] Qianqiu (2)

"The royal qi cloud tower is open, and the wind and color are high. The fairy Zhang Neile, the queen mother presents the palace peach."

Xie Fushu swiped the pen and immediately finished, she was not as reserved as Xie Fufeng, she wrote down several famous poems related to the Qianqiu Festival on the paper, and let the servant give it out.The literati were originally thinking hard, but now that someone has written it, they immediately raise their heads and pass it on to each other.

Xie Fufeng was rather arrogant, she twitched the corners of her lips, showing a bit of disdain on her face.She searched for fragments in her memory, and finally chose Lao Du's poem.But the whole poem is nostalgic for the prosperous age and laments the decline, so it is not suitable to copy all of them.She only chose fragments of it to write down.She put the brush back on the shelf, and with her hands behind her back, she waited proudly for the literati's praise.

She was born in a womb and practiced calligraphy since she was a child, but she has no calligraphy talent and doesn't like it, so her handwriting is so-so.Most of the literati took a fancy to her "poetry" and ignored her shortcomings.

"Huh—" The scholar standing closest to Xie Fufeng had just finished reading the "Calligraphy" sent by Xie Fushu, and looked down at Xie Fufeng's.The poems written on the two pieces of paper are exactly the same, what's going on?His expression immediately became inexplicable.He looked at Xie Fufeng, and after a long time he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Brother Xie, did you write this yourself?"

Xie Fufeng didn't notice the strangeness of the scholar, she pretended to be humble and said: "I'm ashamed, ashamed, I thought about it for a long time before I came up with these four sentences." The meaning in the words was that she just came up with it.The scholar's expression became even weirder. At this moment, other people gradually leaned over to appreciate Xie Fufeng's masterpiece.But they were taken aback by what they saw, and one of them was unsteady, and immediately exclaimed, "This, how is this possible?"

The expected praise did not come, Xie Fufeng finally sensed something was wrong.She frowned and took a look, her complexion changed drastically! "Then, who sent that?" She couldn't imagine what was going on!This exact same verse, could there be other traversers in the world she traveled to?Her face was red, and there was a bit of fear in her eyes.If so, wouldn't others know what she did?What will others think of her then?No, this matter has to be done first.Thinking like this, Xie Fufeng forced himself to calm down.

Xie Fushu didn't show up, the young man responded according to Xie Fushu's teaching: "Our son's surname is Du, and his character is Zimei, so it's inconvenient to see guests now. I'm ashamed to say, this is actually our son's old work."

Joey Qiao?Xie Fufeng was like a bolt from the blue!This is not Datang, how could Du Fu be there?Could it be that the Tang Dynasty was emptied?She thought that she had a thorough understanding of this place after traveling, but now she suddenly found that she was still a foreigner and knew nothing about it.If this is really Du Fu - Xie Fufeng dare not imagine.There was a hint of cruelty in her eyes, no matter whether it was real or fake, Du Zimei could not exist.