Fu Xiaoguan originally thought that since the imperial concubine wanted to see him, she would inevitably ask him to write a poem, but he did not expect that it would be a couplet.

His mind was working rapidly. He slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

Imperial Concubine Shang looked at the young man's back and laughed in her heart, "You're making eyes at my daughter in front of me. Do you really think I won't punish you?"

However, if this young man can really write a nice couplet, he should be highly praised, but don't scare him.

Yu Wenjun was a person who never shied away from trouble. She knew that Fu Xiaoguan had a brain disease, and she thought that if he didn't have that flash of inspiration and couldn't write this couplet, it would be a huge embarrassment. How would he step down?

Qin Bingzhong was very calm. He fully believed that Fu Xiaoguan could easily write this couplet, because this young man was a man who could compose poems and write books.

As for the others, they all had their own thoughts, especially Liu Zhidong.

If Fu Xiaoguan really wrote it, then this person would catch the eye of the Imperial Concubine. In addition, he has already entered the sight of His Majesty, and with the Imperial Concubine giving him another push... this power is quite great.

Liu Zhidong weighed the pros and cons carefully and came up with an idea. If Fu Xiaoguan's couplet received praise from the Imperial Concubine, then the batch of civilized days would have to be personally delivered to the Fu Mansion.

Fu Xiaoguan walked out of the door, leaned his hands on the railing, faced the sunset, looked at the slowly flowing river, and a smile appeared on his face.

He turned and walked in, bowed to Concubine Shang, and said, "My handwriting is not very good..."

"No problem."

"Thank you, Madam. Bring me the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

Fu Xiaoguan rolled up his sleeves and walked to the table, suddenly feeling heroic. Yu Wenyun was very surprised - was this a flash of inspiration?

A maid brought writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Fu Xiaoguan suddenly turned around and waved to Yu Wenyun, saying, "Come and help me."

"What?"

"Grind the ink!"

Yu Wenjun walked over happily, but the others were shocked. How dare you ask Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess to grind ink for you!

Prince Xian's expression suddenly changed. He was about to stand up when he saw Concubine Shang waving her hand calmly.

What is going on?

How many people in this world dare to ask the princess to grind ink?

This kid really doesn't know his place!

Except for Qin Bingzhong, everyone else was quite uneasy because this was in Linjiang. If Fu Xiaoguan offended Concubine Shang, no one here would be in a good situation.

But Concubine Shang was very calm, of course, she didn't feel that way in her heart.

She felt that the young man did not know much about etiquette, but when she thought about it, she realized that if the two of them could be as harmonious as they were now in the future, it would be her daughter's happiness.

Fu Xiaoguan splashed ink and wrote with his brush.

The sunset is just right at this moment.

The river breeze blew through the hall, and his black hair and clothes fluttered.

Quite magnanimous.

Very gentlemanly!

When the pen fell, the characters were still ugly, but they were completed in one stroke.

Wangjiang Tower, looking at the river flow, looking at the river flow from the Wangjiang Tower, the river tower is eternal, the river flow is eternal.

"ah……!"

Yu Wenjun screamed, covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes full of shock.

This sound naturally attracted everyone's attention, so some people frowned and walked over, wondering if something had gone wrong.

However, he did not expect that after seeing the first couplet, everyone who came by was stunned, with shock clearly visible on their faces.

"Where's the second line? Write it down quickly!"

Prince Xian was also very excited at this moment and had long forgotten his previous anger.

Everyone ignored the horrific words because the meaning of the first couplet far outweighed those words.

Someone presented this couplet to Concubine Shang, who frowned because of the words, but then her brows relaxed, her face showing relief.

"Okay! I look forward to your next line."

Fu Xiaoguan dipped the brush in ink, looked up at the sunset glowing red, and started writing again.

The sky is full of colorful clouds, and among the colorful clouds, the sky is full of colorful clouds, and among the colorful clouds, the sky lasts for ten thousand years, and the clouds last for ten thousand years.

call……

He heaved a long sigh, put down his pen, and said to Yu Wenjun with a smile, "How is it?"

"Maggi!"

Then it was quiet, with only the sunset.

…

As the night grew quieter, the night banquet at Shanglinzhou had already ended.

The lights are still on in Wangjiang Tower.

The attic in this courtyard has been named Wangjiang Tower, and the couplet has been posted on the doorposts of the gate.

Of course, this was written by Concubine Shang herself, and the one originally created by Fu Xiaoguan has been kept by Yu Wenjun.

There was a faint scent of tea on the second floor. Five people were sitting around the tea table. The one sitting at the head was naturally Concubine Shang. She had changed into casual clothes, which meant she was casual and homely.

Sitting on the left of Concubine Shang was Prince Xian, on the right was Yu Wenyun, and behind him was Yu Hongyi. Fu Xiaoguan was left alone and was now sitting at the bottom.

Fu Xiaoguan didn't understand why he was kept here. At this moment, he also understood Yu Wenjun's identity. He didn't expect that the Ninth Princess, who Shulan had reminded him in the letter before, had actually visited the Fu Mansion in person.

If my father knew about this, he would probably have made a big fuss about it.

He did not feel restrained because he knew Yu Wenjun's identity. In his eyes, she was still the girl they had met before.

"Little official, do you want to be a high-ranking official?" Concubine Shang asked kindly with a smile on her face.

Fu Xiaoguan shook his head and replied, "I have no ambitions. I just want to be a carefree little landlord."

"You know what I said, even though you are a scholar, you can still be a fifth-rank official. Think about it again."

Concubine Shang no longer used the title "This Palace", which made her even more casual.

"Your Majesty, you won't believe me, but I have a brain disease. Miss Yu knows this, so I'm quite content with my current situation. Being able to live a life of ease and comfort like I do now is my greatest blessing. I don't dare to ask for anything else, nor do I want to."

In this sentence, he addressed her as Miss Yu, not Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, which made Prince Xian nervous again. He squinted at him, hoping that he would know his identity. The Imperial Concubine could do whatever she wanted, but you couldn't climb up the ladder by simply following the rules.

Concubine Shang didn't care, but became even more satisfied.

She hoped that her daughter and her husband could get along as equals, rather than calling her "Princess Royal Highness" after marriage - that would be so awkward! Only in this way could they respect each other and live in harmony.

No one knew what Concubine Shang was thinking. At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan said that he just wanted to live a leisurely life, which was more in line with the prince consort's wishes. If Fu Xiaoguan had answered that he wanted to be an official... the conversation would not have continued.

As for Fu Xiaoguan's brain disease, there are many medical experts in the palace who can always cure it. It's not a big deal.

So Concubine Shang asked again: "What do you think of my daughter?"

Prince Xian was shocked at this moment, and Yu Hongyi also opened his mouth wide, thinking back to the last time Yu Wenjun came to Linjiang, was he here just to see someone?

Yu Wenjun blushed immediately. She lowered her head and tugged at Concubine Shang's sleeve, "Mother..."

Yu Wenjun didn't expect this. She thought her mother stayed to chat because she admired Fu Xiaoguan's talent, but she didn't know that she had this idea. What should she do?