One day, Su Yunchen, the second son of the Su family, invited a number of young men from prominent families to the Su residence for a poetry gathering. Whether these young men could actually produce any good poems was unknown, but the reputation for elegance that came with participating in a poetry gathering was real. Even young men who couldn't even read a single word were particularly fond of this kind of poetry gathering. This tradition had spread from Kyoto and was considered a fashion.
In addition, these poetry gatherings were often attended by ladies from prominent families, which made them a great pleasure for young men. Although men and women were not allowed to recite poems together, they were allowed to secretly glance at each other through the curtains or pass poems around.
Liu then found a way to get Fang Shuzhou a letter from the second son of the Su family.
Fang Shuzhou was a decent student, and while his poetry and couplets weren't particularly impressive, they weren't completely useless. He was even better than some of the dandies who were just trying to make a name for themselves.
When it was Fang Shuzhou's turn, he silently wrote a poem. The topics for these poetry gatherings were generally common: plum blossoms today, chrysanthemums tomorrow, snowflakes the day after tomorrow. They were always about romance. For example, today's topic was a peony depicting "Drunken Concubine Yang."
So Fang Shuzhou was quite experienced, having made many in the past under his teacher's guidance, and now he could do it effortlessly. When he was finishing his brush, Fang Shuzhou accidentally bumped into the maid who was grinding ink next to him. The maid's hand shook and a few drops of ink splashed on him.
The maid was startled and quickly apologized in a low voice. However, everyone present here today was here to show off their knowledge, and no one would do something as unpleasant as beating or scolding a maid. Although Fang Shuzhou was usually dull, he was not ignorant of the most basic sympathy for women, so he frowned and let it go.
The maid whispered, "Sir, would you like to change your clothes?" Like the young ladies, these young masters would also prepare some clothes in the carriage when they went out in case of any accidents.
Fang Shuzhou looked down at the few drops of ink that had splattered onto his jade-colored silk shirt, nodded, and told his servant to fetch clothes from the carriage. Then he let the maid lead him away.
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