Those from outside the city who wish to enter must also endure immense danger.
But if the bridges are built and the roads are repaired, Songjiang City will naturally come back to life, and there will be no need to worry about the supply of materials anymore.
Shu Jian replied solemnly, "It will take a few more days. Although it cannot be restored to its original state, it should be able to accommodate the passage of carriages and pedestrians."
That's enough.
Wei Qinglou thought for a moment and said, "Go down and keep a close eye on things..." After speaking, he was silent for a while, then called back Shujian, who had already turned to leave, "Go and invite Miss Zhu to Huaiyin Pavilion. Tell her I have something to say to her."
The Huaiyin Pavilion is the small pavilion in the painting, with a locust tree growing beside it and a pool of clear water beneath it.
After receiving the message, Zhu Jiayu tidied herself up and went to the pavilion.
When she arrived, Wei Qinglou was already waiting there. She walked over gracefully, stopped two steps away from him, and asked, "Lord Wei, did you summon me here because you have something to say?"
She couldn't very well ask her to go sightseeing, could she? Thinking this to herself, she looked up at the locust blossoms overhead. The past few days had been filled with fierce winds and torrential rain; most of the flowers and trees in the yard had been battered and nearly died, yet these little flowers were still so vibrant.
Wei Qinglou noticed her gaze, reached out and picked a locust flower, admiring it in his hand, and said slowly:
"The ancients wrote, 'Not distinguishing between the laurels and the imperial examinations by even a fraction of a month, one has wasted eighteen autumns treading upon the locust blossoms.' This is because when the locust blossoms are in full bloom, the autumn imperial examinations are also approaching. Idle people with nothing to do, looking at the locust blossoms, only know elegant phrases like 'flowers in the hair, wind filling the sleeves.' But I suppose A-Yu, like me, seeing the locust blossoms, would only think of the hard work of the candidates from all over the country who have studied diligently for years?"
The "Gui Ji" refers to the register of those who passed the imperial examinations. The person who wrote these two lines of poetry was born in an unknown year and failed the examinations repeatedly. After leaving these two lines to be passed down, he did not produce any more masterpieces.
Wei Qinglou, feeling that his perspective was superior to Rong Heng's, secretly stepped on Rong Heng's foot before smiling at Zhu Jiayu.
Zhu Jiayu looked at the locust flower in his palm and laughed, "Lord Wei, you misunderstand me. I'm a simple person. I just see flowers as flowers and don't care about such things."
After she finished speaking, she added, "Since Rong Heng's matter has been dropped, I should go back now. Lü Zheng has already packed her luggage. I originally planned to pay my respects to Lord Wei before I left, but I didn't expect that you would get there first. However, this saves me the trouble. I will bid you farewell here first."
Wei Qinglou looked at her for a long while, and then uttered a single word: "Okay."
His thin eyelids drooped slightly as he sighed silently.
When he was nearly assassinated by Zhu Sen'ao's men, he didn't expect her to come. Now that Rong Heng's matter is settled, he still didn't expect her to leave so quickly.
But in his heart, he also wanted her to leave as soon as possible. Songjiang was a poor and desolate place, and she didn't have to come here to suffer.
Zhu Jiayu noticed that his mood had dropped and couldn't help but ask him what was wrong.
Wei Qinglou: ...
What could possibly be wrong with him! He's just looking for an excuse to see her!
Just then, Shu Jian's voice suddenly rang out from outside the pavilion. He felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly called out, "Come and talk to me." He then turned to Zhu Jiayu and said, "This is what I wanted to tell you."
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