Chapter 111: The Scholar is Useless
Chang Feng quickly hissed, "Don't talk nonsense. Wang, Mr. Wang is a good man. There was a disagreement between the two families before, which led to a misunderstanding and caused the girl to leave her hometown. In the past few months, Mr. Wang has been looking for her."
Several people looked at each other, half believing and half doubting.
Changfeng simply turned the tables and said, "Lord Wang has posted missing person documents everywhere. If everyone had taken a closer look when they went to the county, the couple would have resolved their misunderstanding and reunited long ago."
"We can't read." Aunt Hua felt aggrieved.
"That's right, but good things come to those who wait. When Mr. Wang knows how much you've taken care of me, he'll definitely thank you all!"
Everyone likes to hear nice words, and these words made everyone happy. After putting down the eggs, meat, etc., they went home happily.
Changshun gave a thumbs up, "Great."
"Ah." Chang Feng sighed, "If I had known that the prince could handle everything, why would we have been running around for these past few months?"
Changshun squatted beside him and said, "Let's take advantage of the harvest from these few acres of land."
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After drinking the medicine, Song Zijin fell into a coma for another hour. He opened his eyes, stretched, and felt refreshed.
But she had no recollection of what happened during the period of intoxication.
Just as I was about to stand up, I found a strong arm lying across my body.
She turned her head and saw the face she had only seen in her dreams.
Are you dreaming?
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she slowly reached out her hand and placed it on his cheek. It was hot!
The room was her Su residence in Tan County, so he came here to find her?
Why does he look so tired?
Long time no see. He has lost a lot of weight. Is it because of her leaving?
The gentle movement brushed across Xiao Linyuan's face like a feather. He felt a little itchy and changed his movement, facing the ceiling of the bed.
Song Zijin frowned. Why is there a scratch on his face?
It's so thin, it's obviously scratched by a woman's fingernail!
That's too much. Did he go somewhere to find a woman before coming to see her?
She felt like her lungs were about to explode. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong. She took a closer look and saw that the bloodstains on it were fresh...
He quickly raised his hand and looked, and sure enough, there was still evidence of his "violence" hidden under the fingernails of his right hand.
Feeling a mixture of shame and heartache, she leaned forward and kissed the wound.
Seeing that he was not awake, she gently placed her chin on his shoulder and greedily inhaled his scent.
This idiot actually took a shower before coming here.
The man in his sleep felt an itch on his neck. He scratched it, hugged the person in his arms tightly, changed his position and continued sleeping.
"My lady..." he murmured.
Song Zijin closed his eyes, a happy smile on his lips, "Yes, I'm here."
She didn't know whether the wind and rain in the capital were still as fierce as when she left, but at this moment, in this remote county, she only longed for a moment of warmth.
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Wen Yan sat blankly on the swing in Chen's house, staring at the wall next door.
Chen Miaoqing came over with a plate of osmanthus cake and sat next to him, "Brother Shouqian, come and eat some, I made it myself!"
"Thank you." Wen Yan picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice, his eyes empty.
Chen Miaoqing pouted, stuffed the whole plate into his arms, stood behind him and started swinging.
Wen Yan was startled and was in a panic, trying to protect the plate with one hand and hold on to the swing with the other.
"Miaoqing, stop making trouble."
"What are you making a fuss about? I'm just playing with you, and you're not happy?"
"I'm not unhappy, I'm just in a bad mood and want to be alone for a while."
"What's there to be quiet about? Your beloved can't be brought back by just being quiet. If you don't have the ability to compete with that man, just give up. In this world, there will always be someone who will care about you."
As she spoke, she walked around from the back to the front, jumped onto the swing, and started swinging with him.
"Do you believe it, Brother Shouqian?"
Chen Miaoqing's eyes seemed to be able to speak. Wen Yan didn't dare to look at her any longer and quickly looked away.
He was somewhat surprised at Chen Miaoqing's clarity of mind. It turned out that she was not the spoiled and silly girl he had imagined.
Come to think of it, I am really a failure. I have studied for so many years in vain. First, I didn’t understand Zijin’s strength, and now I don’t understand Chen Miaoqing’s intelligence.
He lowered his head and laughed at himself, "I don't know. But I don't have any fame or wealth right now. In fact, even if Zijin is willing to spend the rest of his life with me, I'm afraid I wouldn't dare to get in trouble. The saying that a scholar is useless is really true."
At this time, the door of the west room was opened, and Uncle Chen was sitting on a small stool staring at him.
"Who says scholars are useless? If that were true, all the academies in the capital, and even the Imperial College, would have closed down. Just because you're incompetent doesn't mean all scholars in the world are incompetent!"
This old man usually looks hunched over and can only fish, but when he is beating people up, he is really full of energy.
Wen Yan's eyes lit up, "Have you been to the capital?"
"Of course, my grandfather is great..."
"Qing'er, have you forgotten what your grandfather said again?"
Chen Miaoqing pouted and said, "I just want Brother Shouqian to understand that scholars are the most promising people. He is knowledgeable and will definitely reach the highest position in the future!"
Uncle Chen snorted, "Forget it. Look at him, he's lost his soul after being hurt by a love affair. He's bringing shame to the scholars. If his mentor knew, he would definitely regret teaching him. On the contrary, he was quite happy when planting rice. Otherwise, he would have stayed here and been a farmer forever!"
After saying this, the old man closed the door of the west room and went back to sleep.
Wen Yan clenched his fists, his mind filled with the last letter his mentor wrote to him before his death.
The letter repeatedly urged him to be a good official and a good person, to stick to the right path, and not to lose the integrity of a scholar.
no!
He really shouldn't continue to be depressed. He is only twenty years old and has a lot to do!
If you can't be an official, you can be a staff member, a teacher, or even set up a stall as a copyist. As long as you can create value, it's okay to dream big!
Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up, and the swing tilted to the left due to uneven weight.
Seeing that Chen Miaoqing was about to fall to the ground, Wen Yan grabbed her hand and pushed her towards himself. In no time, they both rolled to the ground.
The osmanthus cake was scattered all over the floor and the plate rolled to the corner.
Wen Yan raised his head and saw the little girl lying on him. She should not be hurt, right?
"Miaoqing." He patted her shoulder gently.
Chen Miaoqing didn't answer, just lay quietly on his chest, motionless.
Wen Yan became anxious and held up the head of the person on his body with both hands. He saw that she closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.
He breathed a sigh of relief and lay back down on the ground.
"Miaoqing, stop making trouble. It's noon now. Aren't you hungry?"
When she heard the word "hungry", Chen Miaoqing raised her head reluctantly, "I just fell and got hurt. Let me lie down for a while, and I'll get up and cook for you."
Wen Yan saw through her little trick and said with a smile, "I was thinking of getting up and cooking for you."
Hearing this, Chen Miaoqing quickly got up and ran to the kitchen with him.
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