This snow never stops.
In the blink of an eye, it was the 20th day of the first lunar month. Official Fu had been at the Fu Mansion in Shangjing for four days. He had come here excitedly to propose a marriage for his son, but he did not expect to witness the death of the Empress Dowager.
Forget about proposing a marriage now. His Majesty issued an imperial decree, canceling all entertainment activities in Jinling City for a month, and brothels and pleasure boats were prohibited from operating. All the red lanterns in Shangjing City turned white, and even the people of Shangjing were required to wear plain clothes for a day on the 18th day of the first lunar month.
The whole Jinling was covered in white, only the blooming plum blossoms went against the holy wish.
"Chunxiu, when do you think the young master will come back today?" The anxiety on Fu Daguan's face was evident.
"My lord, I think the palace will be in chaos, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for the young master to escape."
"Then... take me for a walk around the capital, to places that the young master has been to before, and I'll take a look."
"I obey your command!"
In the carriage, Mr. Fu asked Mr. Fu about what he had done in the capital. Chunxiu told him one by one, talking about the dangers of the bloody battle on the long street, and the wonderful poems and articles of the young master.
In fact, she did not personally participate in many of the events, but this did not affect her ability to restore the past stories from what she heard.
It may be a bit exaggerated, but it sounds more vivid than the facts.
"That day, it was snowing heavily. The young master was on this very street, punishing a bully. It turned out that bully was Prince Comet's son. A prince's son! Then the young master faced Prince Comet's revenge. Four hundred cavalrymen came charging at him. But the young master stood alone on the long street, broadsword in hand, like a god descending from heaven, and he slaughtered the four hundred cavalrymen, forcing them to flee in disarray!"
"Master, you haven't seen the Young Master's majesty back then. Ten miles of long streets and five miles of blood—that's how the Young Master fought!" Chunxiu said, glancing at Officer Fu. "Master, do you want to get off the car and take a look? This is the Long Street."
"Of course I have to take a look!"
Official Fu and Chunxiu got off the carriage in front of Wuweizhai's shop.
Chunxiu pointed forward and said, "That day, it was right here, Young Master, standing right here, when those four hundred cavalrymen rushed in from the opposite direction... Master, you don't know that everyone on the long street scattered like birds and beasts, except for Young Master. He lifted his clothes and rushed towards the cavalrymen with his sword in hand. His sword was unstoppable!"
Chunxiu suddenly felt heroic and started gesturing with her hands, "The sun was shining brightly that day, and wherever the young master passed by, blood was splattered..." As she spoke, she walked towards the street, then bent down and looked carefully, as if she wanted to find the bloodstains from that day to prove that she was not talking nonsense. However, she did not find any, and almost bumped into Jiang Yu who just came out.
"Girl, what are you looking for?" Jiang Yu asked curiously.
"Um... no, girl, have you ever seen the bloody battle here a few days ago?"
Jiang Yu took a deep breath and nodded.
Chunxiu was overjoyed, "Then can you tell my master about it?"
"Who...are you?"
"Oh, it was my young master who punished that evil young man here that day."
"Mr. Fu?" Jiang Yu's eyes lit up.
"Exactly!"
Jiang Yu came before Official Fu and bowed gracefully, "It was Master Fu who stood up for me that day. If it weren't for Master Fu, I'm afraid... I would have fallen into the hands of that evil villain long ago."
Official Fu was stunned. He really thought Chunxiu was trying to comfort him. Wasn't he clear about his son's role?
If someone said that Fu Xiaoguan had written some great poems, he would certainly believe it now. But if someone said that Fu Xiaoguan was so powerful with a long sword in his hand... he would find it hard to believe even if he was beaten to death!
"Did my son really fight four hundred cavalrymen here that day?"
Jiang Yu nodded cautiously and said, "That day, Master Fu was accompanied by a beautiful girl. That girl's skills were very impressive. Of course, Master Fu was also very capable. The saying in Shangjing that "the streets were ten miles long and five miles of blood were covered in blood" refers to the battle that Master Fu fought that day."
"Win?"
"Of course Master Fu won!"
Official Fu opened his mouth in surprise, and a snowflake fell into his mouth, feeling quite moist.
"Is he injured?" Then Officer Fu became nervous again.
"Well... I don't know, but it's true that Master Fu was covered in blood. I just don't know if it was the enemy's blood or... Then he left, and I didn't even have the chance to say thank you."
"Oh...!" Officer Fu nodded, a smile plastered across his chubby face. "Thank you for telling me, young lady."
As he spoke, he walked forward, letting the heavy snow fall on him, as if he wanted to see how long five miles was. He seemed to be wondering how his son had become so powerful and unfamiliar in less than a month.
Then they came to Shuiyue Temple.
Official Fu just took a look, then got on the carriage and went to March Alley again, stopping for a while in front of Prince Hui's mansion.
"This is Prince Hui's mansion," Chunxiu pointed, adding, "On the second day of the bloody battle on Chang Street, the young master cooked wine in the snow here and killed dozens of bandits."
"Has the conflict between the young master and Prince Hui's Mansion been resolved now?" Officer Fu asked nervously, thinking in his heart that he is the dignified prince, but you don't know the seriousness of the matter and have caused such a disaster. Should you hurry back to Linjiang to pack up your belongings and run away?
"It has already been resolved. Prince Hui was defeated. I heard that he would leave for Shangjing in the spring, and return to Lingnan. I think he was not too concerned."
"Win?"
"Yes," Chunxiu nodded firmly, "We win!"
Official Fu breathed a sigh of relief again. This brat didn't even mention such an important matter in the letter home, and he didn't even mention it when I met him in Beijing. This won't do. We can't let him do this. Sooner or later, there will be a big mess!
Then Chunxiu took Fu Daguan to Lantingji.
"Young Master started from here." Chunxiu pointed to the wall of Lanting Pavilion. Of course, there was nothing on that wall now.
"Last year, the young master came to the capital and posted the disaster relief plan here. It caught the eye of His Majesty, who then granted him the status of a Jinshi (Jinshi) and awarded him a fifth-rank official position."
"Doctor Chao San, you must remember this," added Officer Fu.
"Ah, yes, Doctor Chao San."
Chunxiu brought Fu Daguan to the Thousand Stele Stone again.
"This is the Water Melody that the young master wrote during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. Look, sir, the first column is the character A."
Official Fu looked up. He knew about this matter, but hearing about it was far less touching than seeing it with his own eyes.
Thousands of stone tablets!
The dream of so many literati!
My son’s name actually appeared on it!
With the blessings of the ancestors of the Fu family and the spirit of Yun Qing in heaven, the Fu family will have a great scholar in its elegant literary spirit!
However, what shocked him even more was what happened next.
"This is 'Qingyu'an, Yuanxiao' written by the young master during the Lantern Festival. Look, sir, it is also the first column of character Jia." Chunxiu did not come to the Lantern Festival. She was very sorry, but at this moment she thought more thoroughly.
After all, I am the young master's maid. The young master is rising higher and higher, and I can no longer keep up with his pace. So I should help the young master keep an eye on the Fu Mansion and let him have no worries. This is what I should do now.
Official Fu stopped in front of the stone tablet with thousands of steles on it. Many people beside him were looking up and watching. He read the poem carefully and realized that he knew less and less about his son.
Listening to the people around him praising this poem and his son, his heart was filled with joy.
I remember that I had also been to Lantingji in the past and recited the poems inscribed on the thousands of stone tablets like these people. I felt inexplicably envious.
At that time, Yun Qing imagined that if his poems and articles were recorded on these thousand stone tablets, he would not be punished by the Xu family.
My dream did not come true, but I have a good son who made it come true!
Still two articles!
Both articles have character A in the first column!
Is there a second person on these thousand stone tablets?
Official Fu was extremely excited, and thought about whether he should find a day to take Official Fu to the Xu Mansion to let them see it - no, his son's poems should have spread throughout the capital, and the Xu Mansion must know about it, so why didn't they come to the Fu Mansion to pay a visit to Official Fu?
Just as he was lost in thought, Chunxiu said again, "Master, please follow me."
Chunxiu brought Mr. Fu to another stone tablet and said, "Master, look."
Fu Daguan looked up again, and was shocked to see that the first row of characters on the stone tablet was again about Fu Xiaoguan and his book "Stories of Young People in the Yu Dynasty"!
this……!
Three articles!
My son is the first character in the first column of three poems and articles!
He took a deep breath, and there was a young man next to him who was reciting loudly: How beautiful is my young Yu Chao, who will never grow old!
How great are the young men of the Yu Dynasty, with a country as boundless as its borders!
Official Fu turned to look at the young man, his chubby face beaming with a brilliant smile. He asked, "Excuse me, sir, how good is this article?"
The young man stood proudly with his hands behind his back, gave a disdainful look to Mr. Fu, and replied with immense pride: "Of course this article is excellent! Not only has it been accepted into the sacred school, it has also been listed in the first row of the thousand stone tablets. Ask the world's scholars, who can compare with Mr. Fu!"
He said it with as much pride as if he had written it himself.
Official Fu suddenly took out a silver note of one hundred taels and handed it to the young man, "What you said is very good!"
The young man took it and looked at it, his eyes widened immediately, "Sir, what does this mean?"
"I see you're wearing quite thin. I know life isn't easy for scholars. Use the money to buy some new clothes and the rest to buy more books."
The scholar's eyes immediately filled with tears, and he quickly held the hand of Fu Daguan, "Uncle, you are my Sima Nan's uncle!"
"Then you must be Fu Xiaoguan's son."
Sima Nan's face froze. How could this old man speak like that?
Mr. Fu laughed and turned away, "I am Mr. Fu's father!"
Oh my god, "Uncle, wait a minute!"
Sima Nan hurried to catch up, and the teenagers nearby also heard this sentence, "Oh my god! Fu Xiaoguan's father!"
"Master...Master...Sifanglou, I, Ma Xingkong, am hosting a banquet at Sifanglou. Please have a drink!"
Official Fu calmly waved his sleeves and said, "Master, I'm busy!"
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