As Ding Biao said, there are not too many officials who come out to drink and gather during holidays.

Because this era is really idle, the aristocratic families basically have nothing to do, so what else can they do besides drinking and gatherings?

After ordering twenty tables, I made an extra blackboard, and then Li Zong came back.

In fact, he doesn't have to do such a small thing. He obviously just wanted to go out for a walk and let go of it alone.

Because—always facing Ying'er, this will make him always think about it. Then he doesn't look like a serious person.

"Wuron, are you back?" When Li Zong came back, Uncle Ning was already waiting for him at the door.

"Yes." Li Zong said.

"Just just now, the county magistrate sent someone to deliver the letter, saying that he wanted to invite you to gather at the Peony Pavilion in three days."

"Yeah, I got it."

I didn't expect it to come so quickly, and then I told Uncle Ning to remember to pick up the goods.

He stopped picking up the goods, after all, he was going to carry things, and he was not going to be a supervisor.

I took the invitation from Ning Bo, then walked about twenty steps to the left, and passed through a door hole. At this time, the guest room was being cleared out.

Everyone was working very hard, and Li Zong also saw Ying'er in the open space ahead, watching.

However, she did not disturb her, but turned around and walked towards the hall.

I patted the invitation in my hand, and this time I must reveal something.

Just relying on numbers will lead to a dead end.

It's time for him to recognize the facts at this time.

But what should I write about? Peony Pavilion, so should I find some poems about peony?

But it seems that when I was studying, not many people learned peony.

He poured himself a cup of tea, and then Li Zong sat cross-legged in the main hall and started thinking.

The movements were a little indecent, but they also reflected his youthful unruly.

The movement in the guest room didn't stop until lunch was about to stop.

Ying'er probably didn't know that he was back.

So until we were about to eat, we realized that he had been sitting in the hall for a long time.

"Husband, you came back very early?"

"Um!"

When Li Zong saw Ying'er coming in, he also withdrew his thoughts.

...

"Husband, you are back, why don't you tell Ying'er?"

Ying'er hurriedly came up to serve.

"It's not that you are busy, so I won't bother you anymore."

Li Zong also replied.

"I..." Ying'er then quickly said: "Your husband, Ying'er has not written the admission notice you mentioned yet."

Li Zong took the warm tea she handed over and said, "Don't hurry, just take your time. Moreover, there is still time in the afternoon."

After saying that, Li Zong asked Ying'er again:

"Speaking of it... Ying'er, have you ever written a poem about peony?"

Ying'er was a little curious, "Husband, why are you asking like that?"

"Because in two days, I will attend a fairy fair. You know, I can't write poetry at all. If they ask me to write poetry at that time, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

After saying that, Li Zong said again: "Of course, I didn't say that you would copy it for me, but to learn from it!"

Li Zong emphasized.

"Forehead……"

I didn't expect that her husband was such a person.

But after thinking about it, her husband seemed to have never been a good person.

"Ko Ying'er hasn't written a poem related to peony yet."

Ying'er then said.

"Uh... well. Anyway, there is still time, I will think about it slowly." After saying that, Li Zong fell into deep thought again.

Who would have thought that there were so few people writing about peony in the nine-year compulsory education book?

He can't even remember whether there is any peony written about it.

Then, inexplicably, something popped up in my mind, and asked how clear the canal was so clear that it had a source of fresh water.

But this has nothing to do with peony.

Su Ying'er looked at her husband thinking hard.

actually……

If her husband wants to write it in real life, he will not be able to write it out at all.

Like the two poems written before, "Knowing Me Not As Good as Human" and "The Moon in the Sky" have some flaws, they are still acceptable in general. Of course, just forget it if you want one, two, three or four.

So as long as your husband writes a little more similar to the previous two, that's fine.

certainly!

Now seeing Li Zong thinking hard, he still feels a little distressed.

Afterwards...

Ying'er suddenly said, "Husband, can't you say that you can't write poetry?"

Li Zong: "Of course I can say that."

Ying'er: "That's all right, husband, you'll just say it."

Li Zong: "How can I do it? I will do math problems with you. Will you stop doing it because you can't do it? Even if you can't do it, you will still continue to think about it. People cannot give up when they encounter small difficulties. If I suddenly have a flash of inspiration and think it out."

Li Zong is very addicted to food.

Ying'er felt this deeply.

But for Li Zong, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he just passes the time. It just so happens that he has nothing to do in the past few days, so he uses this to pass the time.

"Peony Peony..."

"What is peony."

Then, only Li Zong's muttering was left.

After a while, until Xiaoqing had already brought all the food. During the meal, Li Zong did not forget to think about how to write this poem, as if he was crazy.

However, just when Ying'er wanted to praise her husband in her heart, she was still very responsible when she became serious.

afternoon……

Li Zong was like a ok person and then went to bed.

and……

He also pulled her to sleep together.

Half past the time.

She woke up and wrote an admission notice.

Li Zong fell asleep.

The hour of You.

She asked the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Li Zong also slept comfortably and breathed for a long time.

Then, she had to support her chin with both hands and look at her husband.

Why does he like to sleep in broad daylight?

And after sleeping for so long in broad daylight, I will definitely not be able to sleep again tonight.

It's evening.

Ying'er's words are truly a prophecy.

Li Zong got up again to look at the stars and the moon.

Moreover, he asked her to sit in his arms.

There was no one else here, otherwise she would never have agreed.

but……

My husband's arms are really comfortable.

Smelling the faint fragrance coming from him, feeling the contact of his body.

This made her inexplicably nostalgic.

I don’t know how long it took, but Li Zong took her back to the bed.

No!

The legs are going to be numb.
Chapter completed!