Jiao Luan

Chapter 421 Poetry
On the next day at the court, the ministers discussed the candidates for the generals of the Northern Territory. There were many factions, and they couldn't settle down. They were all blushing and thick-necked, and they were not much different from the aunts haggling in the vegetable market.

Emperor Changqing sat on the dragon chair expressionlessly, already impatient in his heart.

Instead of sitting here and listening to such nonsense, he might as well go to the imperial garden to roast venison, at least it would be much better to be full than to be full.

When Emperor Changqing coughed and was about to retreat, Duke Wei came out and volunteered.

The ministers were in an uproar.

None of the officials in the court knew that Wei Guogong retired from the army due to injury and became an idle prince. He never said a word when he was in court and acted as a backdrop. Why did he suddenly invite Ying to fight?

"Duke's hand injury—" Emperor Changqing hesitated to speak.

Hearing that Duke Wei took the initiative to invite Ying, he was relieved for a moment, but then he was puzzled again.

Duke Wei, who can't use a gun, is like a tiger without claws. When the two armies confront each other, they can't just rely on lip service, right?
Wei Guogong's posture was straight: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the old wound of the minister has healed."

"Recovered?" Emperor Changqing showed joy, and turned his eyes to look puzzled, "I remember that when several imperial doctors consulted, they were all helpless about the Duke's injury. I don't know when the Duke's old injury healed?"

Duke Wei replied: "Actually, over the years, I have been training my right hand on purpose, and I gradually realized that it has some effect. With persistence day after day, my right hand has almost recovered."

Emperor Changqing laughed: "Okay, okay, Duke Wei is able to go out, it is God's blessing!"

After the dynasty was over, the news that Wei Guogong had recovered from his injury and was in charge of the expedition flew to various houses as if he had wings.

"This Duke of the State of Wei has been idle for many years, how can he heal his injuries at this juncture?"

"Hehe, it's hard to say whether Wei Guogong's hand injury is true or not."

"How to say?"

"You forgot the salt trafficking case more than ten years ago. What happened to Song Guogong with more than two hundred mouths? Once Song Guogong fell, there were only two Kaichao Guogongs left in Daliang. One was Wei Guogong, and the other One is the Duke of Qi. But no one knows what the state of the Duke of Qi’s mansion is like. After all these years, no one in the family has become a talent, and they all rely on the shadow of their ancestors to live. But at that time, the old Duke of Wei was still in the limelight. Zhengsheng, if you don't rush and retreat bravely, you are really a thriving."

"Then Duke Wei stands up at this time, isn't he afraid that the person above him will think too much? It's not too late, as soon as there is a war, it will be fine."

"The one above is also happy. It's better than losing a battle. Besides, the old man in the Duke of Wei's mansion is old now. It is said that the little prince is mediocre in martial arts and is walking the way of a civil servant. It is very different from ten years ago. It’s the same. Duke Wei, you are a smart man.”

The Duke of Wei asked for a fight, which aroused many speculations, but at Prince Ping's mansion, King Ping couldn't sit still, he recruited spies and told him: "Go and watch the Duke of Wei's mansion, especially that cousin girl. Every move must be reported to the king."

When the spies left, King Ping rubbed his temples with his hand, and murmured: "I don't believe in old wounds, just say it's healed. It's nonsense to say that you keep exercising!"

Speaking of exercise, since he became lame, has he ever slacked off, but how is it now?The doctor who secretly raised him told him that if he continued to practice and increase the burden on his legs, it would be worse than it is now!

Why does his daily exercise just increase the burden, and Wei Guogong will be fine?He doesn't believe a word!

King Ping's face twisted and he sneered.

As long as there is a little other possibility, he will not give up, for example - that Miss Cheng San.

Since she can instantly stop the bleeding and restore the wound, what is impossible?
Thinking of this, King Ping raised his hand and pressed his chest, suppressing his heart that was burning suddenly.

Cheng Wei did not expect that the poem organized by Cheng Yao would be so grand.

Because it was a charity donation for poetry, not only the wives and girls from various prefectures came, but even the husbands, fathers and brothers of these people, as long as they had spare time that day, they all came to join in.

Listening to Xuelin pulling up the long curtain, there are female guests on one side and male guests on the other.

The rules of the poetry club are that female guests write poems and send them anonymously to the other side of the tent, and male guests donate money according to the quality of the poems. In the end, the money raised will be used to buy warm clothes to support border soldiers. The leader can personally hand over the red seal symbolizing the collected silver to the generals to show the love of the women in the capital to the soldiers.

Although the poetry meeting was initiated by Cheng Yao, it was Tao Shi, the wife of Duke Wei, who presided over the poetry meeting.

After finishing the rules in one breath, Tao Shi, who was always sick, was full of energy and looked radiant. He occasionally met Cheng Yao's eyes, and rarely nodded and smiled.

The corners of Cheng Yao's mouth raised slightly, suppressing her complacency in her heart.

To deal with a mother-in-law like Dow, you have to prescribe the right medicine.

Dow was born in a scholarly family, and she considers herself a talented woman. What could be more suitable for her than a poem in the name of raising donations for the soldiers?
She won countless praises just by raising this matter. If she can win the first place, I don't believe that Dow will not like her in the future.

After several secret fights with Dow, Cheng Yao gradually figured it out, no matter how much this man loves you, when you become his wife, he will at most swing between his wife and mother, and it is impossible to just stand on his wife's side .

In this era, it couldn't be easier for a mother-in-law to deliberately make things difficult for her daughter-in-law.As long as Dow doesn't make things difficult for her anymore, the old lady won't point fingers at her granddaughter-in-law, will she still worry about her life?

What's more, she is bound to win the position of leader. After this poetry meeting, her reputation in Beijing will no longer be limited to the boudoir.

Today, Cheng Wei didn't wear Taoist robes, and his attire was neither high-profile nor deliberately plain, blending in the crowd, inconspicuous.

It's a pity that she is famous here now, and her appearance is too good, even if she wants to keep a low profile, it still attracts many eyes to her.

When Cheng Yao saw her, she gritted her teeth secretly, walked over and said, "Cousin Wei is here, why are you sitting here? There is a special seat reserved for you over there."

Cheng Wei looked in the direction Cheng Yao was pointing at, and secretly sneered.

Cheng Yao really thinks highly of her and arranges the two of them together.

Is this for comparing her, who is ignorant, when composing poems later?

Cheng Wei stood up, and said nonchalantly: "Since my cousin sister-in-law arranged it, then of course I will be disrespectful."

Cheng Yao stretched out her hand to hold Cheng Wei's hand: "I'm so happy that Cousin Wei gave you a face today, I thought you wouldn't come."

Cheng Wei withdrew his hand unceremoniously, and asked with a half-smile, "Why does my cousin think so?"

Cheng Yao was suffocated, and then smiled and said, "Isn't Wei Cousin studying Taoism, magic and talisman all day long? I thought I wouldn't mind these mundane things."

Cheng Wei smiled faintly: "Big Cousin's words are wrong. Collecting donations for the soldiers has never been a common thing, but something that the people of Daliang should do. Worrying people."

After all, she ignored Cheng Yao and went straight to her seat to sit down.

The poetry meeting officially begins.

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