Jiang Songyi looked at Jiang Bochuan in surprise. He had always been idle, addicted to gambling, and a playboy who did not work properly. Unexpectedly, he was willing to spend a huge amount of money to buy the study to support her dream.
Jiang Bochuan noticed Jiang Songyi's gaze and felt secretly proud.
Do you think I, your second brother, actually have some good points?
But then, he clearly heard Jiang Songyi's inner voice: "Although my second brother may have bad behavior, he's quite wealthy. I'd be remiss not to take this money. I absolutely cannot let Jiang Yuyao take advantage of me like I did in my previous life!"
Jiang Baichuan felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was being regarded as a walking vault by Jiang Songyi.
"Thank you all very much. It was his last wish to pass on his wisdom to future generations. In his study, there are not only masterpieces by the poet Li He, but also works by the poet Li Bai, the poet Wang Wei, and other great poets."
When Jiang Songyi said this, she keenly noticed that the eyes of the students around her were like lit torches, shining brightly, as if they were eager to squeeze out all her talent and ask her to copy out all the poems one by one.
Jiang Songyi explained eagerly, "Although I have these poems memorized in my heart, writing them down one by one is a long and arduous task."
"Miss Jiang is absolutely right. The talented scholars from Bailu Academy are also here today. Why don't we jointly set up a poetry club to compile and print the poems brought by Miss Jiang's master?" Li Tingxun suggested.
The poor students behind him echoed his words.
"I fully agree with this."
"Just do as Brother Li says."
"It is a blessing to be able to see these precious poems. It would be an unparalleled honor to participate in their editing!"
Yu Huanshen snorted contemptuously, "I had the same plan, but you got there first. Since the poetry club was established because of Miss Jiang, then the naming rights may as well be given to Miss Jiang. Matters concerning the editing of poetry and books are at your disposal!"
Although Jiang Songyi was resentful of Yu Huanshen's protection of Jiang Yuyao in his previous life, considering his status as a cabinet minister and the aristocratic family power he represented, she finally acquiesced to his proposal.
She had originally wanted to name it after her master, but hesitated because she didn't know his true identity. Remembering that the mountain hut where her master lived was called Linglong Pavilion, she thought for a moment and said, "Then let's call it Linglong Poetry Society."
Li Tingxun curiously asked, "What does this name mean?"
Jiang Songyi recalled the couplet in her master's study: "Exquisite jade pendants hang from cloud shoulders, and emerald sleeves gently sway, reflecting the moonlight."
Li Tingxun's eyes were as gentle as water, gazing at Jiang Songyi with elegance and warmth, praising her endlessly, "The word 'Exquisite' perfectly reflects Miss Jiang's talent."
However, the sons of powerful people such as Yu Huanshen and Jiang Baichuan showed subtle strange expressions.
As the only elder present, the old lady could not help but frown. She had to sternly rebuke him, "How presumptuous! Yuehua is the name of the current Crown Prince. How can you mention it so casually? It's disrespectful."
Jiang Songyi was stunned. She knew very little about the crown prince of the Western Jin Dynasty.
The emperor's favorite prince was the fourth prince, Xinyi Zigu. He and the other princes represented the emperor at major sacrificial ceremonies and other public events. But the frail, secluded prince, who seemed to be on the verge of death, was known to everyone as a dying man. Who would even care about his name?
In her previous life, Jiang Songyi never saw the prince's true appearance until her death. She even heard of his name for the first time when she heard the news of his death.
Li Tingxun was born in poverty, but unexpectedly became the crown prince of the current dynasty. However, his reputation was not prominent, and he had no idea that "Yuehua" was the crown prince's name.
Madam Jiang gave him a little advice, and Li Tingxun's face immediately turned serious. He hurriedly explained, "I have absolutely no intention of offending you."
Madam Jiang waved her hand tolerantly: "Ignorance is not a problem. Just be careful in the future."
This little episode about the Western Jin crown prince was quickly forgotten. Yu Huanshen, Li Tingxun, and the others couldn't wait to discuss with Jiang Songyi how to establish the Linglong Poetry Society. As Jiang Songyi's older brother, Jiang Bochuan naturally shuttled back and forth between them, sparing no effort.
Although the Western Jin Dynasty was open-minded, there were still differences between men and women. Jiang Songyi, accompanied by her elders and brother, discussed the affairs of the poetry club with many men. She followed all the etiquette, but it was not appropriate for her to stay for long.
Li Tingxun knew this very well, so he said to Jiang Songyi, "Miss Jiang, just organize the poems. We'll handle the rest. Also, please ask Second Young Master Jiang to help with the contact."
Jiang Baichuan felt proud of the admiration shown by this humble student. This was a treatment even his elder brother had never enjoyed. "No problem. I will do my best for my sister's poetry club."
Jiang Songyi returned to the mansion with the old lady, carrying two carriages of books. As she flipped through Mr. Zizhu's works, her mind drifted to the image of the frail and prematurely deceased Prince Yuehua. She was filled with curiosity about him.
Jiang Songyi was reading Mr. Zizhu's masterpiece carefully in the study. When the tea was finished, the sun was setting, the spring breeze was blowing, and the fragrance of grass was rich. She looked up and saw pear blossoms blooming in the moonlight.
The courtyard is full of lush flowers and trees, and the embroidered building is looming among the shadows of the flowers. The clear and pleasant sound of a young man reading can be faintly heard in the air.
Xiang Zhu, holding a lantern, accompanied Jiang Songyi and said with a smile, "Miss, it's that Dongling hostage again, studying classics and history in the peach forest from morning till night. He's a hostage, but he can read and write, thanks to your kindness and skill."
Jiang Songyi raised his brows slightly, recalling the past.
Upon her return to the mansion, she was met with the cold and rejection of everyone there. Seeing Yuan Jin, who was also being ignored and bullied, she felt a pity for him. One day, she stumbled upon him in the woods, where he was practicing his handwriting on a scrap manuscript with a bamboo stick. Despite his difficult circumstances and lack of freedom, he persevered and continued to study diligently.
So she used her monthly salary to buy him writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, and also gave him a set of Thousand Character Classic.
Looking back now, this Dongling hostage was extremely cunning, skilled at appearing weak to achieve her own goals. Her every move simply played into his scheme.
It was something he had obtained through his own wisdom, so how could she expect him to be grateful to her?
Deep in the peach forest in the hazy night, Yue Qingyang buried himself in a book, seemingly oblivious to the harassment of mosquitoes around him.
As soon as Jiang Songyi saw him, she felt annoyed and said coldly, "You are still studying hard in this peach forest so late at night. Aren't you afraid of being disturbed by mosquitoes?" After that, she turned around and was about to leave.
However, Yue Qingyang's eyes had already caught her figure. He quickly stepped forward, walked up to her, and bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your concern, Miss. I still remember the four treasures of the study and the sincere encouragement you gave me. How could Yue Qingyang dare to let them down?"
Jiang Songyi's expression remained as cold as ice: "Then you should give it back to me."
She felt uncomfortable all over when she thought about how she had funded the enemy in her previous life who eventually betrayed her.
Yue Qingyang was slightly stunned, then obediently handed over the thousand-word document in his hand.
Jiang Songyi flipped through a few pages and asked in confusion, "You study this book every day, so how come it's been preserved so well, as if it's never been opened before?"
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