Fu Xiaoguan stood solemnly and spoke slowly.
"Nanxiangzi, Winter Night
All is still and silent. The iron quilt is rattling as the fifth watch approaches.
The incense is out, the lights are dim, the chanting is still unclear and desolate.
Only frost accompanies the bright moon.
It must be the cold night that has irritated the plum blossoms, making them unable to sleep.
I miss the plum blossoms and the flowers miss me and care about me.
Get up and see the clear ice filling the jade bottle."
After reciting the poem, the whole room fell silent!
Dong Shulan arched her eyebrows, Susu seemed to understand but opened her mouth, Xue Feifei was still staring at Fu Xiaoguan, but her eyes seemed to have lost focus, Liu Yan'er looked at the poem on the paper and was reluctant to put down the pen.
Although the students of the Lanting Poetry Society had long known how powerful Fu Xiaoguan was, the shock they felt when they witnessed it with their own eyes was far stronger than what they had heard about it.
This is Fu Xiaoguan, who composed the poem "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", wrote the book "A Dream of Red Mansions", and was also the young writer of the Yu Dynasty!
He is indeed the literary leader of the day, a young man full of poetry and books!
The poem "Nanxiangzi" may seem simple, but it depicts the poet's elegant demeanor as a hermit and a sage. From the first line, "seeing ice filling a jade bottle", it has profound meaning and an endless and long aftertaste.
This is the power!
All the people present were extremely conceited talents, but after carefully savoring this poem Nan Xiang Zi, they all bowed their heads and sighed that they were not as good as the poet.
Qin Wenzhe stood up first and looked at Fu Xiaoguan with great admiration, thinking that what my grandfather said was true!
He clapped his hands, and in an instant, everyone stood up, their faces enthusiastic. Amidst the thunderous applause, the moonlight floating in through the window lattice seemed to dance with the applause.
At this moment, a maid came over quietly, whispered something to Fu Xiaoguan, and handed him a note.
Fu Xiaoguan frowned slightly, then bowed and said with a smile, "Excuse me, gentlemen, this happened suddenly and I have something to deal with. This is a bit disappointing. I will host a banquet at Sifanglou to apologize to you all when I have time. I have to leave first. Please forgive me!"
Everyone was surprised by these words, but no one thought Fu Xiaoguan was being arrogant. They remembered that despite his youth, he was already a fourth-rank official in the Secretariat, and even held the civil service title of Grand Secretary. Looking back at the two hundred years of Yu Dynasty history, reaching the fourth-rank position before the age of seventeen was an unprecedented achievement!
Then it makes sense that he is very busy. After all, the Secretariat is the core of the imperial court and is responsible for handling all the major affairs of the world.
Qin Wenzhe and Shangguan Miao bowed, "Brother Fu, you are so busy with all kinds of affairs every day. You are a role model for scholars like us. We will follow you and become the young men of the Yu Dynasty, like the rising red sun, the soaring dragon, and the eagle trying its wings!"
"Brother Fu, please accept our greetings again!"
Before he finished speaking, all the students of the Lanting Poetry Society, led by Qin Wenzhe, bowed and saluted, and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
This is the recognition and sincere admiration for Fu Xiaoguan.
From then on, a group of young people from the Yu Dynasty followed Fu Xiaoguan's footsteps and grew up rapidly.
Fu Xiaoguan returned the greeting and left. Everyone stared at his back until he disappeared into the moonlight.
"So, this is genius!" Qin Wenzhe drank a cup alone, turned to look at dozens of students, and said, "Now, let's savor this "Nan Xiang Zi, Winter Night" carefully."
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Fu Xiaoguan and the other two boarded a small boat, left Hongxiuzhao, and headed towards the shore.
"What happened?" Dong Shulan asked worriedly as she looked at Fu Xiaoguan's serious expression.
"Nun Bu Nian of Shuiyue Temple is not dead!"
Dong Shulan didn't know much about this matter. She looked at Fu Xiaoguan in confusion and didn't ask any more questions. However, she sighed in her heart, thinking that he was really getting busier and busier.
Recalling his trip to Linjiang last year, he was relaxed and carefree, with a constant smile on his face, especially at the Xishan Villa, where he chatted with farmers and even rolled up his trouser legs while working in the fields. He sat and chatted with the refugees, discussing the future of Xishan and his own ideals.
He was also very busy at that time, but he was happy with that kind of busyness and never got tired of it.
Now he lives in Shangjing and has entered the core of the imperial court. He is even busier, but the smile on his face is becoming less and less. He is filled with calculations in his mind and worries of walking on thin ice.
No wonder he had trouble sleeping the past few days.
It is true that there is only frost and bright moon, and I get up to see the jade bottle full of clear ice!
"I want you to be happy."
Fu Xiaoguan held Dong Shulan's hand and said, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal."
Dong Shulan rolled her eyes at Fu Xiaoguan and wondered why he would leave in such a hurry if it wasn't a big deal?
Su Su stared at the two people under the moon with her eyes wide open. She pouted and then curled her lips. "What a pair of bastards! Am I being ignored like this?"
Second Brother said that holding hands can make you pregnant!
Fu Xiaoguan looked up at the receding Hongxiu Zhao and the approaching Qinhuai River bank, and didn't notice Susu's expression at all. He was thinking about how Fei An knew that Nun Bu Nian was not dead?
Why did he let Master Bunian go?
What exactly does he want to do?
The boat docked, and Fu Xiaoguan and the other two boarded the carriage, but instead of returning to the Fu Mansion, they headed towards Shuiyue Temple.
He wanted to go and see.
Although he knew very well that he probably couldn't see anything in Shuiyue Temple at the moment.
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It was late at night and the city of Jinling was already quiet.
Under the moonlight, the wheels of the carriage made a clearly audible creaking sound as they rolled over the bluestone road.
Along the way, Fu Xiaoguan would occasionally chat with Dong Shulan, all of which were about the etiquette of proposing marriage after his father arrived in Beijing.
He had no idea about this complicated matter. Dong Shulan blushed slightly, but didn't answer him much. Instead, she squinted at him and said, "This matter involves Wen Yun, so the etiquette issues may be very troublesome... Your heart is not on this matter right now, so you don't need to comfort me. Just do what you want to do. I won't hold you back. But I have one request. No matter what, think twice before you act. Don't take any risks. You must remember this!"
"Yeah!" Fu Xiaoguan nodded and opened the car window. The buildings were dark and eerie under the night light. The night watchman's voice came from the lonely street: "It's midnight!" "Bang bang bang bang...!"
Susu's ears suddenly moved, she quickly opened the case and placed her hands on the strings.
Fu Xiaoguan was shocked and looked at Su Su.
Su Su listened carefully, the serious look on her face gradually disappeared, and she said, "Someone is there."
"Where?"
"Flew away."
The capital city is not safe either!
Why are there always green forest masters flying around?
Fu Xiaoguan felt that he needed to have a good talk with Ning Yuchun about this matter.
After all, this is the capital, so shouldn’t there be a no-fly zone?
The carriage continued to move forward, passed through the ten-mile-long street, and arrived at the gate of Shuiyue Temple.
Fu Xiaoguan didn't get out of the car. He opened the window and looked at the door. After a long while, he suddenly said, "Go back home!"
The servant Lao Yang, who was driving the carriage, was a little surprised. He turned the horse around and headed towards Fu's mansion.
"What's wrong?" Dong Shulan asked in surprise.
Fu Xiaoguan reached out and smoothed the hair around Dong Shulan's ears, then smiled and said, "I suddenly feel like there's no point in going in. I might as well go home and sleep."
However, the look in Susu's eyes when she stared at Fu Xiaoguan clearly said two words: Liar!
There is someone in Shuiyue Temple!
Susu had excellent hearing, so of course she heard it, but she didn't think Fu Xiaoguan could hear it. After all, Fu Xiaoguan hadn't even been able to sense the air yet.
Fu Xiaoguan did know that there was someone in Shuiyue Temple, but he didn't hear it, he guessed it.
The door of Shuiyue Temple was closed, but the copper ring on the door was still swinging slightly.
The cool night wind could blow the lantern, but it couldn't blow the copper ring. Combined with what Su Su said just now, Fu Xiaoguan guessed that the person might have entered the nunnery.
If Dong Shulan hadn't been with him, he would have definitely gone to take a look, but with Dong Shulan by his side, he couldn't take the risk.
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There were two people standing and one person sitting in Shuiyue Temple.
Right in the courtyard, next to the plum tree.
Sitting on a chair was a young man in a gorgeous cloud-embroidered robe, and in front of him stood two masked men with their heads bowed.
At this moment, the young man suddenly laughed and shook his head, seeming a little disappointed. "I thought I could meet him tonight, but I didn't expect him to be so alert. I missed a good opportunity."
As he spoke, he stood up, raised his hand and grabbed a plum blossom, picked one, put it to his nose and sniffed it, "Two things!"
The two men in black held their swords and bowed, "Please give your orders, sir!"
"First, track down the whereabouts of the old nun Bu Nian. Remember, she must be found alive."
"Secondly... the Lantern Festival, the Lanting Poetry Gathering. Killing Fu Xiaoguan will lead to death!"
The two men in black bowed and accepted the order, then left. The courtyard fell silent. The moon was high in the sky, casting a cold glow into the air. The young man in brocade clothes looked up at the moon, then down at the flowers in his hand. Behind him, a heroic woman in red, carrying a knife, emerged from the main Nuwa Hall.
"Didn't you plan to see him after the second day of the second lunar month? Why are you so impatient for his death now?"
The young man in brocade clothes raised the corner of his mouth and snapped his fingers. The plum blossom flew into the sky, peeled into petals, and then fluttered down.
"He's too dangerous. I can't even control him... I might as well just let him die."
The woman with the knife on her back smiled brightly and asked again, "What's the big deal about General Fei?"
The young man in brocade clothes suppressed his smile and said sinisterly, "Looking at the current martial arts world, there are not many people who know that the former Martial Saint Yang Xianzi possesses the unique skill of Turtle Breathing. Even fewer people know about the former Princess Jing'an. Fei Anke is not useless. This old fox is still very stable."
"Our people have searched the room thoroughly and found nothing. Could it be that Master Bu Nian took it away? Or did it fall into Fei An's hands?"
The young man in brocade clothes shook his head. "This involves the list of remnants of the previous dynasty. If the old nun didn't use the tortoise breathing technique to play the golden cicada shed its shell, I would definitely not carry that list with me."
"Where would she hide then?"
The young man in brocade clothes stretched out two fingers to pinch a falling plum petal, and suddenly said: "This king made a mistake. I should have let Fu Xiaoguan in. He... might be able to find it."
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