After dressing as the male protagonist's younger brother, I entered the marriage

It was late, and the room was dark.

"Squeak-"

If you can't smell it, hold the door and get in carefully.

"Jin'er?" He called softly.

There was no sound in the room, and if you couldn't hear it, you called again: "Ma'am, baby?"

After confirming that Liu Jin was fast asleep, she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the bed with a smile, and stretched out her hand to open the bed curtain. "I thought Jin'er would lock the door and not let me in. As expected of my wife, she is kind and big—ouch!"

Grabbing Wen Bujiu's collar with one hand, Wen Bujiu lay down on the ground, and Ren Liujin patted his face with the pillow.

"Ouch, ouch, I was wrong~" He pretended to beg for mercy.

Liu Jin was angry, wrinkled her face, sat on his waist, raised the pillow, "My husband is lying! The coffee is so bitter!"

If you can't smell it, just touch your nose and say, "Put some sugar or honey and it won't be bitter."

"I just forgot to put it...forgot to put it." He looked at Liu Jin's face and said with a smile, "Jin'er is kind and generous, she will definitely forgive my husband, right?"

With a straight face, Liu Jin clutched the pillow.

"Yes, I am kind and magnanimous!"

Before he could smell it, he smiled, Liu Jin suddenly smirked, and covered his face with the pillow, "So you are not allowed to sleep on the bed tonight!"

"..."

If he couldn't smell it, he lay on the floor, looked at the dark roof, and sighed.

"Ugh……"

There was no sound at all in the bed, so I raised my eyebrows and raised my volume: "Oh!"

"My husband is so annoying!" Liu Jin pulled down the quilt covering her face, "Go to sleep, you have to go to the poetry meeting tomorrow."

It seems that it is useless to pretend to be pitiful, so I have to close my eyes if I can't smell it.

When he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he suddenly heard Liu Jin asking in a low voice on the bed: "Master, are you asleep?"

If you can't smell it, you quickly open your eyes: "No, I'm here."

Liu Jin wanted to cry, but she grabbed the quilt tightly: "Master, why am I not sleepy... Am I sick?"

"Pfft—" He covered his mouth if he couldn't smell it, and quickly admitted his mistake, "It's all your coffee, how much did you drink?"

Liu Jin said aggrievedly, "I just took a sip!"

Before I could smell it, the light bulb in my head lit up, and I turned on the bed.

"Since you can't fall asleep, why don't you do something to fall asleep..."

Early the next morning, if he didn't smell it, he put on new clothes and went out in good spirits.

"Morning cousin." He greeted cheerfully if he didn't smell it.

Liu Guanwen looked at him up and down, wondering: "Why are you so happy?"

If you can't smell it, you touch your nose and say with a smile, "You can't say it, you can't say it."

Liu Guanwen shook his head, and the two got into the carriage and drove towards the suburbs.

In late autumn, the mountains are covered with red maples in the suburbs.

The Liu family's carriage stopped outside a courtyard, and got out of the carriage if they couldn't smell it, and asked the boy to follow behind him with his stuff.

"Stop, which family do you belong to?" Outside the courtyard, a young man said arrogantly.

Liu Guanwen took out the invitation card from his sleeve and handed it to him, "I am Qingcheng Guanwen scholar, your young master invited me to attend the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Conference."

"Guardian? It seems that there is such a person." The boy looked like a master, took the invitation and glanced at it, until someone said to him, "What are you looking at, you haven't invited people in, this is the young master's special order." Your honored guest!"

The boy suddenly broke into cold sweat, bowed his waist and said: "I don't know if it's a distinguished guest, please come inside, please come inside."

He smiled and said, "Cousin is so famous, I underestimated you."

Liu Guanwen couldn't help showing a proud smile, and immediately thought of something, quickly suppressed it, and said modestly: "No, no, it's just a false name."

"If brother Guanwen has a false name, what are we?" someone said.

Before he could smell it, he saw a man in Tsing Yi standing on the side of the road, dressed elegantly, with a blooming chrysanthemum in his ear.

If you can't smell it: "..."

"Brother Wang!" Liu Guanwen smiled.

"Brother Liu!"

The two stepped forward quickly, clasped their hands, and showed warm smiles on their faces.

"Brother Liu, the day I left on the trestle bridge has made me miss it to this day. Today, at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Poetry Meeting, I must leave a treasure of calligraphy for me to relieve my longing in the future!"

If you can't smell it: "..."

Wait, do all you literati talk like that?

The two had an in-depth conversation about what books you read, what poems and paintings you made, until the maid holding a flower tray came forward and asked Liu Guanwen to choose flowers.

Liu Guanwen looked at the blooming chrysanthemums on the plate, and sighed: "The flowers with light muscles and weak bones are scattered and secluded, and the golden stamens are full of clouds. Such beautiful flowers are perfect for us literati!"

Before smelling it, a subtle expression appeared on his face, watching him bring a golden flower to his ear.Fortunately, Liu Guanwen has a handsome face, and the hairpin is acceptable, but the other people beside him have rough faces, and there are also unruly men with bare breasts and beards. I don't know which ancient sages to emulate.There is a chrysanthemum as big as a palm in the ear... If you can't smell it, you can't smell it, you can't turn your face away.

"Cousin, come quickly, I have chosen a fresh flower for you." Liu Guanwen raised his hand and greeted him.

"No, cousin!" The tone of rejection was too strong, he coughed lightly, and said hastily, "I am a businessman, not a scholar, and I came here with you to gain insight, and I am not worthy of this... bright chrysanthemum."

If you don't smell it, you will say it affectionately.

The people around showed expressions of "it's good that you have this kind of self-knowledge".

Wang Shusheng, the owner of the poetry club, asked, "Is this Brother Guanwen's cousin?"

Liu Guanwen introduced: "Exactly, this is my cousin, the son-in-law of the Liu family, if you don't know it."

As soon as he finished his introduction, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and the scholars glanced suspiciously at him, showing expressions of disdain.

I can't smell it, but I laugh and don't speak.

Liu Guanwen couldn't figure it out, and asked: "What do you mean by this, could it be that you don't welcome us?"

Someone hurriedly said: "A well-known literati, your poems and paintings are unique in Qingcheng, how could we not welcome you, but the person next to you... is really hard to describe."

If you can't smell it, look down at your clothes, they are new.

Touch your face, it's handsome.

"Don't I look too good to catch everyone's eyes?" He asked with a smile.

The person who spoke sneered and shook off his sleeves, "You lunatic, don't pretend to be here. I saw you hurt your neighbor when you were married, and you didn't agree with your words. It's not what a gentleman does. Only a lunatic like you can do it!"

The people next to him hurriedly backed away to avoid Wen Bujiu, fearing that he would go crazy and make a move.

I raised my eyebrows if I didn't smell it, "I was a lunatic before. I fought with that person because he mocked me. But now I'm healed. Haven't you heard that Liu's chess and card room was built by me, and I heard a lot Scholars wrote poems for me on mahjong."

"what?"

"Is there such a thing?"

The pile of scholars exploded, as if composing poems for mahjong is a very unsightly thing.

"I, I also wrote mahjong poems..." a scholar whispered, and the people around him avoided him two steps away.

"Degenerate!" Those people accused one after another, "Mahjong is a thing that harms others and yourself, and only makes people not want to make progress. It is really evil!"

"Huh?" If you smell it, you frowned, "Why is mahjong an evil thing, everyone obviously likes it. You can't control yourself, mahjong? Isn't it the same as lying in a pit because you can't poop?"

"puff--"

The crowd couldn't hold back their laughter.

"You have a mouth full of dirty words! Vulgar! You can't get on the stage!" The scholar blushed and cursed while pointing.

If you can't smell it, put your hands behind your back, and said leisurely: "Well, shit is quite dirty, didn't you see it less?"

"Besides, the excrement is piled up to grow vegetables and crops. I don't see you eating less?"

"Pfft-"

Now, more people couldn't help laughing.

Wang Shusheng clapped his hands and laughed, "You are a wonderful person who is eloquent and eloquent. It seems that you are really good. I would like to make friends, not to mention that you are the cousin of brother Guanwen, the younger brother of the talented man Wen, and I will also be my brother in the future." Wang Fei's friend!"

Liu Guanwen introduced: "The Wang family is the second richest family in Yong'an County after the Liu family. Brother Wang's knowledge is not low, and he will definitely have a place in the spring next year."

With a smile on his face, Wang Fei said, "No, brother Guanwen, don't praise me."

The owner of the poetry club opened his mouth, and even if the other scholars were dissatisfied, they could only let them join the poetry club if they didn't hear it.

When we came to the backyard, we saw that the water was flowing, and there were chrysanthemums in full bloom everywhere.There are all kinds of things, dizzying, like the scattered rays of light in the sky.

If you mention chrysanthemums in your previous life, it will inevitably be associated with a certain part of the human body.But standing in the garden at this moment, watching all kinds of chrysanthemums, I have to sigh in my heart.

Chrysanthemums are so beautiful!

He racked his brains, wanting to praise this beautiful flower in verse like everyone else, after thinking about it, only four words floated in his mind.

So beautiful!

Chrysanthemum appreciation poetry meeting, drinking and writing poems is inevitable.

Wen Bu sat behind Liu Guanwen and listened to them reciting with their eyes closed, raising their brushes to paint, either overnight, or thinking over and over again, and the poems and pictures they made were only two words.

"good."

Hearing the words, the scholar holding the calligraphy raised the corner of his mouth and showed a contemptuous smile.

He was just the one who would gossip if he was not heard before, and he said: "There are so many literati and elegant guests here, I guess you have learned a lot, why don't you write a poem at will, and everyone can taste it together, it's also a piece of cake." Fanya thing."

"That's right, aren't you already healed? Your brother Wen Bucheng is Wen Quxing, and the two of you are brothers, so you should go somewhere." Another person said.

Hearing the words of Pinpin, he felt quite sour. Could it be that his inability to write poems proves that his brain is not good?And what does his brother Wen Quxing have to do with him?

He smiled and said, "Okay."

"Huh?" Seeing that he dared to go up, everyone winked, waiting to see a joke.

He stood up when he couldn't smell it, looked at the worried Liu Guanwen, smiled calmly, closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking.

The wind gently blows the garden, the flowers stretch out, the flowers are fragrant and herbal, and the garden is full of fragrance.

In the center of the garden, a tall and tall man is extremely handsome and enviable. Among all kinds of eyes, if you don't smell it, you will open your bright eyes and take a step forward.

"Could it be that he wants to imitate the seven steps of the ancients?" Someone was shocked.

"Is he also the reincarnation of Wenquxing?"

"Looking at his confident and generous face, he must be confident. No wonder Brother Guanwen brought him here, to let him show off his style!" Some people think they have grasped the truth.

If you don't smell it, take a step, open your bright eyes, and chant.

"The chrysanthemum is a treasure,"

Everyone: "...Huh?"

If you can't smell it, take the second step: "The fragrance is also environmentally friendly."

Step [-]: "But almost?"

If you can't smell it, you open the basket and take out the bamboo tube that holds the coffee.

"Liu's coffee is good!"