my wife is queen

Chapter 21 Lantai Poetry Club
It was warm and cold, and the capital ushered in a late spring cold. The window lattices in the east corner were closed tightly, and a layer of curtains was covered to block the cold wind blowing in through the gaps in the window lattices.

The curtains blocked the cold wind and the light outside, making the wing room look dark.

The pheasant slave sat on the eight-legged round drum stool, and because he was afraid of the cold, he put on a pad with silk embroidered with curly grass pattern, which warmed up his little buttocks.

"Uncle, after finishing this account book, the rest will be settled tomorrow?"

The pheasant slave took a deep breath, puffed up her cheeks, and made a gesture to blow out the wick of the white-glazed high lamp, secretly happy, as long as there was no light in the study, my uncle would not let her continue to settle the accounts.

"huh"

The pheasant slave's small mouth leaked again, and his face was kneaded by the palms of his hands like a piece of dough, and all the cheeks that had been saved with great difficulty were all leaked out.

If there is no strong wind, the wick cannot be blown out, so it can only be buried in a pile of account books on the mahogany desk and continue to settle accounts.

The pheasant slave pulled out an account book with a sad face, and the invitation card on it fell off and landed next to a pair of white-soled black-faced boots.

Li Mian picked it up and took a look, the aura of extravagance came over his face. Princess Changping, as the stabbing paper for the princess to invite visitors, is just two fingers wide white deer paper, which is already quite extravagant.

This invitation is a gift book made of gold-stamped red paper. The cylinder is five or six feet long and four or five inches wide. There are rouge balls, blue-and-white bird lattice and eye-white recording paper inside. Such a luxurious invitation can only be written Just a few words, it can be called a reckless sentence.

"Lantai Poetry Club."

Li Mian casually placed the invitation on the mahogany desk, but from the word Lantai, one can see the intention of the owner, Princess Shouning, to overwhelm the former eldest princess, Princess Changping, in everything.

Princess Shouning used to be the second princess from a concubine, and her biological mother was only a chosen attendant, but was later adopted by her aunt Zheng Guifei, who became the eldest princess according to her mother.

Princess Changping's invitation card was made of white deer paper, and Princess Shouning used extravagant gold red paper, including the various expenses in the mansion, which also exceeded Princess Changping's.

Princess Changping had a duet before the emperor, gained a moderate reputation among the officials and gentry, and let Ma Yun, the big companion in the mansion, control the real power of the tax supervisor.

Princess Shouning is going to hold a Lantai poetry meeting. Lantai is the official name of the three provinces in the Tang Dynasty. It is equivalent to the central cabinet of the imperial court today.

The pheasant slave thinks that my uncle is the most knowledgeable scholar in the world, and he looks forward to it: "My uncle is full of knowledge, as long as he participates in the Lantai Poetry Festival, he will definitely win the first place."

Li Mian let out a 'huh', as a response to her words, put away the flat-tipped writing brush, put it in a square-mouthed round-bellied brush washer fired by Ge Kiln to wash the ink, and went along the corridor as usual After leaving the school grounds, he rode out of the mansion on Wuming Ji.

The pheasant slave rested his face on his small hand, looked at the official green paper on the desk case where the ink was not yet dry, and was thinking wildly again in a daze.

"Where did uncle go?"

Hongqiao walked into Dongshao Room with a pile of account books in his arms, only to see the pheasant slave lying in front of the window lattice, staring at the courtyard in a daze, it was very strange that he didn't see the shadow of the uncle.

My uncle usually takes the pheasant slave with him wherever he goes when he goes out, but today he left the pheasant slave alone in the mansion.

Hongqiao asked, "Young Master, did you attend the Lantai Poetry Fair?"

"what?"

The pheasant slave looked at the courtyard in a daze, and didn't notice that the red bridge had entered the east end room. He was awakened by her voice, and turned his head to see that she was holding another pile of account books. I didn't say no, I didn't bring the invitation card of the Lantai Poetry Club with me when I left the study, so I probably wouldn't go."

The poetry gathering held by Princess Shouning was not held in the Princess Mansion. In order to show its grandeur, all the famous Qing people along the Jinshui River were invited, and a few large red camphor wood boats were borrowed from Liu Jin to hold orchids on the Shichahai Lake. Taiwan Poetry Association.

If you don't bring the golden red invitation card, you can't board the big red camphor wood boat, and you can't participate in the Lantai poetry meeting.

Hongqiao heard that my uncle Li Mian probably won't be going, so he wasn't disappointed, but rather curious: "My uncle is really unpredictable. If you were replaced by an ordinary scholar from a poor family, you would become a son-in-law. social gatherings, making friends with officials and gentry in the capital. Several old sons-in-law in the capital are almost 50 years old, and they still take advantage of their status to be keen to make friends with officials and gentry. Our uncle has never participated in a game since we got married. I have never been to banquets or various poetry gatherings."

There are also celebrities in the capital who are indifferent to fame and fortune. I have never seen an official like Li Mian who doesn't care about power at all.

The pheasant slave felt that the time was almost up, and he was going to boil hot water for the uncle. With candied fruit in his mouth, he said vaguely: "I have a house to live in, and I have no worries about food and clothing. Why are you so tired?"

Hongqiao choked immediately, watching the usually dazed pheasant slave leave Dongshao, and suddenly felt that she was more sober than most people in the house.

Just like what the pheasant slave said, people live for a house and food and clothing.

There is no shortage, why bother to be exhausted like a grandson all day long.

Today's leisurely life without worrying about food and clothing is a day of abundance that many people will wake up from their dreams with a smile.

Hongqiao didn't keep the account books in her hand, and Princess Changping didn't force her son-in-law to seek the support of her grandson and Yuan Gong, and she didn't bother to take advantage of the family.

Although the uncle is already Xie Yuangong, he doesn't need to study anymore.

The two had the last qin and se harmony, Princess Changping faced up to Li Mian who was considered an idiot by the world for the first time, and she also had the thought of a virtuous lady supporting her own man.

Hongqiao went back with a stack of account books, relented again, and couldn't bear to let the pheasant slave exhaust himself.

There must always be someone to settle the account books. When the pheasant slave is free, she will be tired.

Hongqiao returned to the embroidery room with the account book in her arms. According to the rules of the scholarly family, as a personal maid, she lived on the first floor of the embroidery room to prevent the young lady from having private meetings with others before leaving the pavilion.

Princess Changping was married a long time ago, and she is not interested in men.

Ok.

Now there is only one man, Li Mian, who has caught Princess Changping's attention.

Hongqiao walked up the corridor to the embroidery room on the second floor, and saw Princess Changping who was bent over the desk to handle various important affairs. She was frugal by nature, and she still only lit a white glazed high foot lamp.

Hongqiao was worried that Princess Changping would burn her eyes, so she lit a white-glazed tall lamp on the mahogany incense table next to her.

There was a sudden light in the embroidery room.

Hongqiao tidied up the official green paper scattered on the mahogany desk, and said regretfully: "Young master has no intention of participating in the Lantai Poetry Fair. The princess spent 1000 taels of silver for a moistening pen, and the poems written by a famous person to help my uncle would be wasted." gone."

(End of this chapter)