There were many greetings on the wedding day, and they were heavy enough, which made Dong'er feel very proud. This small-scale happy event was quietly spreading in the officialdom. Many people re-examined the "Erlanzi" Jiang Anyi with astonishment, like a bamboo shoot that broke through the ground was rapidly rising.

Jiang Anyi was happy and stayed at home to enjoy the fun of the boudoir, but the invitation came like snowflakes. It seemed that Dazheng's officialdom suddenly remembered him, a classmate from Zechang Academy, a Jinshi in the same subject, a colleague from the Ministry of Rites, a fellow villager from Dezhou, etc., and various invitations made Jiang Anyi overwhelmed. According to his original intention, he really didn't want to go, but he couldn't help but be in the world, and everyone was happy when they were playing.

Back late, slightly drunk. Jiang Anyi stepped into the room. Under the red candle, Dong'er held the book in her hand, thinking about something. Awakened by Jiang Anyi's footsteps, Dong'er put down the book and brought cool water for Jiang Anyi.

The alcohol was driven away by the cold water. Jiang Anyi sat in the seat where Dong'er had just sat, picked up the book on the table, and smiled and said, "I'm almost finished reading the "Cangjie Chapter". Dong'er, you are almost becoming a female scholar."<

"Young Master, you are laughing at me again." Dong'er pouted and pretended to be angry. Her red lips were so beautiful under the candlelight that made Jiang Anyi feel excited.

Looking at Jiang Anyi's face that was leaning over, Dong'er spat lightly, grabbed a stack of paper on the table and covered her body, and smiled and said, "Young Master, what do you think this is?"

Jiang Anyi took the stack of paper, and the first one was the "birds cried in the air" he made on Kunhua Mountain. After looking through the way, he looked at it, "wet people's clothes", "boats lingering on themselves", "chrysanthemums" in Zechang Academy, two birthday poems, and more than ten poems written to Tian Shoulou recently, and Jiang Anyi's poems were all there.

Looking at the tender but serious ink words on the paper, Jiang Anyi felt moved in his heart and said softly: "Dong'er, it's hard for you. Do you know all these words and write them?"<

"I asked for advice on the word "I don't know". I also asked him about the meaning of the poems, but he couldn't explain them clearly." Dong'er took the paper from Jiang Anyi's hand, stacked it neatly, and then pressed a thick book on it. Zhan Yan smiled and said to Jiang Anyi: "Jianglang, I want to copy all the poems you wrote. When the collection is enough, I will pay for someone to print it into "Pingshan Poetry". The editor will write my name."

Dong'er raised her head slightly, and the candlelight reflected the pink face slightly red, and her two dark eyes were shining with brilliance. Jiang Anyi felt that Dong'er needed to look up to him at this moment.

He gently embraced Dong'er into his arms, Jiang Anyi explained the meaning of the poem to Dong'er word by word. Dong'er listened carefully and asked from time to time. He chuckled and said lightly, with deep affection, and the candlelight blended the figures of the two people together.

Just after breakfast the next day, Shi Tou walked in from outside with a letter and said, "Young Master, someone sent a letter outside, saying that it was sent by Sister Tong'er."

Tong'er, Jiang Anyi's heart trembled. During this period, he deliberately did not think about Xinfei and Tong'er more, like an ostrich burying his head in the sand. However, what should come will always come. The longer the delay, the stronger the counterattack.

Jiang Anyi was stunned for a long time before reaching out to take the letter. The light letter was as heavy as a thousand pounds in his hand, and his heart was falling.

Among the three girls, Tong'er is playful, cute, innocent and lively. If she meets Tong'er before meeting Xinfei, good things will be harmonious. However, luck makes people feel bad, and Jiang Anyi and the Li family become enemies, which is destined to be difficult to fulfill.

Tear open the letter, there is a piece of paper inside, spread the white paper, and the word "hate" with a thick ink and heavy pen.

The paper fell from the hands, landing silently, but countless thin slits broke out in my heart.
Chapter completed!