"Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon. What a beautiful poem!" Rong Yu murmured, then praised with approving eyes:
"I never expected that you, young master, would possess such profound knowledge at such a young age. Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover."
A chorus of praise rang out from the surrounding area.
Luo Jiu was somewhat puzzled. This "Nymph of the Luo River" painting had already been released, so why wasn't Cao Zhi's "Nymph of the Luo River" written? Wasn't Gu Kaizhi based on the "Nymph of the Luo River"?
No, Master. In this dynasty, it is said that Gu Kaizhi dreamt of the Goddess of the Luo River, and upon waking, he drew what he saw and heard.
It is a sin to plagiarize Cao Zhi's poems.
“These words are really well chosen. My name is Qin Chuan. May I ask your name and where you live, sir?” a man suddenly stepped forward and asked.
"My surname is Jia, and my given name is Ming," Luo Jiu said, his eyes darting around as he shook his fan and nodded.
"There doesn't seem to be a Jia family in the capital," a young man nearby whispered.
"I am also a first-timer in the capital and am not a native of Beijing," Luo Jiu replied.
Sitting in her wheelchair, Rong Yu's smile deepened, her deep brown eyes fixed on Luo Jiu.
Jia Ming, is that a pseudonym?
This is getting more and more interesting.
Seeing Rong Yu wave his hand, the page beside him immediately gestured:
"Young Master Rongyu has also prepared other famous paintings and calligraphy on the walls of the second floor. Please come and appreciate them together."
Soon, people began to walk up to the second floor, and the surroundings suddenly became empty.
Yueying walked up behind Luo Jiu and asked, "Young Master, now that the opera is over, shall we set off back to the palace?"
"Well, let's go say goodbye." With that, Luo Jiu got up and walked towards Rong Yu.
"Young Master Rongyu, please wait a moment."
Stopped by the voice behind him, Rong Yu raised an eyebrow. He raised his hand to stop the pageboy from moving forward, turned around, and smiled at Luo Jiu, "Young Master Jia."
Luo Jiu's skin was very fair. Even with makeup and enhanced features, she still possessed an androgynous, delicate beauty at first glance. As a doctor, I observed more closely and noticed that she had no Adam's apple.
Rong Yu frowned, somewhat puzzled, then smiled after a moment. This is getting more and more interesting, isn't it?
"I came to say goodbye to Young Master Rongyu. But I suddenly remembered that I have other matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer," Luo Jiu said.
Rong Yu nodded in understanding. He then said:
"It seems quite a coincidence to meet you today, Young Master Jia. I'd like to ask if you often suffer from insomnia at night?"
Luo Jiu paused, turned around, and said, "The divine doctor truly lives up to his name. Is there any solution?"
"Bring me my first-aid kit," Rong Yu said to the page beside him, then turned to Luo Jiu and smiled.
"Young Master Jia, you will know once I have taken your pulse."
Rong Yu draped a piece of silk-like square cloth over Luo Jiu's hand, placing two fingers on it. Silence reigned around them.
Rong Yu's index finger was long and slender, with neatly trimmed nails, just like his whole person—clean and refreshing.
However, Luo Jiu's gaze was completely drawn to a red string on his wrist. A Buddhist rosary was strung on the red string, hanging on the man's wrist, and it looked quite beautiful.
Just now, 007 gave me a mission.
[Congratulations, Master, you have triggered a hidden quest. Please obtain the red string from the second male lead. Two hours time limit. Reward: A "Good Person Card." Punishment: Three days of self-isolation (meaning you cannot speak). Do you accept?]
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