Mrs. Chi listened to her servants' reports on the news in Sapphire City, and was always paying attention to any outstanding single men who came to the city, and whether there was anyone who stood out.
I pity the hearts of parents in the world.
Although she was seriously ill with dove poison and was about to die soon, Mrs. Chi was still thinking about Chi Qingying's marriage and wanted to find a good husband for her daughter before she died.
"Mother, in the past two days, a great talent has appeared. He has great literary talent and can write a good poem."
The servants praised him sincerely and were full of praise.
Because the poetry of that talented man is indeed unparalleled in the world.
"really?"
Mrs. Chi was moved. She was born in a noble family, and she loved poetry and songs the most.
When I learned that a talented person had appeared, I immediately became interested.
"This is the word written by that young master."
The servant handed over a page of paper with "When Will the Bright Moon Come" written on it.
Mrs. Chi read it carefully, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she felt a little sad and melancholy.
"What a wonderful saying, I wish you a long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart!"
She sighed softly, showing a look of reminiscence: "Back then, the master and I met, got to know each other, and fell in love under the moonlight night. But God has no eyes, the moon is always round, and people are missing!"
"This young master is talented, his writing is exquisite, and every word is full of love. He is indeed an unparalleled talent. Looking at the entire fairy world, I am afraid that no one can compare with him in poetry!"
Mrs. Chi gave a very high evaluation, which is obviously very satisfactory.
The servant continued: "Mother, this young master is gentle and elegant, with a face like a crown of jade, a handsome figure, and a face that is rare in the world."
"Hey, as a man, it's important to have what you have on the inside, appearance is secondary."
Mrs. Chi was even more moved, and then couldn't help but ask: "Are you really good-looking?"
Women are always duplicitous. Although they say appearance is secondary, in their hearts they still control their appearance.
After being reaffirmed by her servant, Mrs. Chi couldn't suppress her inner excitement and smiled on her face: "Very good, very good! She looks good. The baby she will give birth to with Ying'er in the future will definitely be very cute!"
"
Undoubtedly, this is a very good son-in-law candidate, at least so far, he is the only one who can catch her eye.
"Mom, what's the good thing that makes you so happy?"
Chi Qingying came back from outside and came to say hello to Mrs. Chi.
She had just given Ximen Yaoqing a good beating and was in a good mood. When she came back, she saw her mother smiling and seemed to be in good condition, which made her even more happy.
"Ying'er, you're here at the right time. A great talent has appeared in the city, and he is a perfect match for you. How about Mom arrange for you two to meet."
Mrs. Chi said with a smile.
If the two of them could see eye to eye, they could have a wedding and a banquet right away, and maybe they could survive until the day they had a grandchild.
When Chi Qingying heard this, her face suddenly fell. She didn't expect that her mother actually planned to let her go on a blind date.
She was very repulsed by this kind of behavior in her heart. How could she find true love on a blind date?
Besides, if the news spread, she, Chi Qingying, actually went on a blind date, which would not be a personal loss.
Of course, the most important thing is that she has someone in her heart.
And when Xia Wan'er mentioned that Er Lengzi had sent Ji Mo to the west coast, she was full of expectations.
"What, you don't want to?"
Mrs. Chi saw Chi Qingying's resistance and persuaded her softly: "That talented man is really good, and there is a sentence in the poem he wrote, "Dance to clear the shadow", which obviously means something. Maybe the other person is interested in you.
My heart is filled with admiration and sincere feelings. It is better to meet once and then let go if you don't agree with me."
"Dancing with 'Light Shadow'?"
Chi Qingying suddenly gritted her teeth and said angrily: "That bastard just meant something and was so bold that he wrote such a vulgar and obscene poem."
She was so angry that she wanted to beat Ximen Yaoqing again.
"Vulgar? Dirty?"
Mrs. Chi and the servant looked at each other. If this song "When Will the Bright Moon Come" is vulgar, are there any elegant words in the world?
"Miss, do you also know this poem? Please tell me how popular it is. This is a classic that can be passed down forever."
The servants were a little dissatisfied and argued with reason.
Really, how could such a masterpiece be tarnished? Even if the other party was a young lady, she would still question it.
"Hey, a loving mother has failed many times, and she blames me. When you were a child, your mother asked you to study more, and you just thought about dancing with swords and sticks all day long. Our Chi family is considered a scholarly family, but when you come to your generation..."
Mrs. Chi let out a long sigh, and when she looked at Chi Qingying, her eyes were full of hatred that iron cannot become steel.
"Mom, what are you talking about? Although I'm not proficient in poetry, lyrics, and songs, I'm still pretty good at it."
Chi Qingying was confused and felt that something was not right.
"You're not bad. Hurry up and copy out all the poems and essays in the study, so that you can cultivate your sentiments and increase your knowledge."
Mrs. Chi was so angry that she poked Chi Qingying's smooth forehead with her finger, feeling that she had not raised her daughter well and was ashamed of her dead husband.
"mother……"
Chi Qingying suddenly had a sad expression on her face. She was such a grown-up person, and yet she was punished as a child by copying words. The people in the house would laugh to death.
But it's useless to be coquettish, Mrs. Chi has made up her mind.
Poor Chi Qingying could only go to the study to copy books, thinking that it was all Ximen Yaoqing's fault. She would beat him every time she saw him in the future.
Mrs. Chi read "When Will the Bright Moon" carefully several times, and she liked it more and more, and felt that it was necessary to meet Ji Mo.
If that talented man was really a good man, then she would not force an arranged marriage.
Accompanied by this servant, Mrs. Chi went out to interview her son-in-law in person.
Fenghuaxueyuelou.
In an elegant side room, Ji Mo was writing Spring Festival couplets with a splash of ink.
In the past two days, he has not left the house, only eating and sleeping.
Ponyo asked him curiously why.
Ji Hanhan explained with nostalgia on his face: "In my hometown, we should be celebrating the Spring Festival now, eating, drinking and having fun, that's how we have to spend it."
"Your hometown is really nice. Can you take me to have fun next time during the Spring Festival?"
Ponyo is yearning for it.
She really wanted to visit Ji Mo's hometown.
Look at what kind of place with outstanding people has raised such outstanding talents.
"If I can go back, I will definitely take you with me. But you have to be prepared and you have to deal with the passionate aunts and wives. Are you married? How much is your salary? Are your grades good? How many children are you going to have... Questions like these, you have to
Think about how to deal with it in advance.”
Ji Mo's face was full of sadness, wondering if he would have the chance to return to his hometown in the future.
I have been away from home for more than ten years. Although I still look like a young man, my mentality has changed drastically and I feel homesick.
Ponniu's delicate little fish face suddenly turned red for some reason.
"Well...you can have as many children as you want...it's up to you."
Her cheeks were hot, she shyly covered her face with her pink fins, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
I'm so embarrassed. How can I ask a girl how many children she has every year?
Fortunately, Ji Mo was concentrating on writing Spring Festival couplets and didn't hear clearly. Otherwise, with Ji Hanhan's emotional intelligence, Ponniu would have experienced an extremely embarrassing social death scene.
Ji Motie drew silver hooks and strokes of dragon and snake, and quickly completed a Spring Festival couplet.
Good luck every year, bring peace and fortune every year!
He pasted the Spring Festival couplets on the door of the wing and said to himself: "I wish those handsome boys and girls who are so handsome and so beautiful that all their wishes will come true and have good luck in the Year of the Tiger!"