Yu Wenyun didn't know how the poetry reading ended because she took the poem to the fifth floor.
"I've already said that my friend is an extraordinary person."
Old Qin looked at the poem, stroked his long beard, and smiled again, "How could someone who can speak of establishing a mind for heaven and earth, establishing a destiny for the people, carrying on the lost knowledge of the past sages, and bringing peace to the world for all eternity be false?"
"He, he said such a thing?" Yu Wenjun was extremely shocked, even more shocked than when he first saw the song "Drunk Tonight".
Her Highness the Ninth Princess had studied under Shangguan Wenxiu, the Imperial College's chief academic officer. While not a learned scholar, she had certainly reached a high level of proficiency. She naturally understood the profound meaning of this statement.
How could that boy who was only sixteen years old have such a high level of knowledge?
"Of course, I said it in front of this old man. I'm ashamed to say that, but that night, Shulan was there too. I asked him what he thought the purpose of studying was. My original intention was to enlighten him, to help him focus on his studies instead of being obsessed with those trivial matters."
Old Qin chuckled to himself, "Who would have thought he would say such words after a few breaths? It makes me ashamed. I have already written a letter to Lord Shangguan. I personally believe that this sentence can be included in the sacred learning and become the general outline for students all over the world to learn."
"What a shame! My young friend has no interest in a career in government. He says he wants to study the principles of nature and the study of things. He also says... the world has countless great ways, and they all need someone to walk them. After careful consideration, I find what he says makes sense. Therefore, I'm not surprised that he didn't come to the poetry gathering. We share a different path."
"But this poem he sent me is another masterpiece in the literary world."
Master Li said nothing. He had taught Fu Xiaoguan before, but he resigned within a month. The reason was that he was a rotten tree that could not be carved.
He had also heard rumors that Fu Xiaoguan's two poems were plagiarized, but now that Old Qin said it himself, he couldn't help but believe it, yet it was hard for him to believe it.
"Grandpa Qin, so...Fu Xiaoguan is really talented?" Yu Wenjun asked again.
"He is a man of great talent! You will see it later."
"Is there really a bond between him and Shulan?"
Qin Bingzhong thought for a moment and said with a smile, "This is a private relationship between a young man and a young woman. How could an old man like me understand it? But my friend seems to be interested in Shulan."
"Because of this poem?"
"It's not this poem, but the day before Shulan left Linjiang, Fu Xiaoguan wrote a farewell poem for Shulan. The meaning of it... Shulan should know it."
Yu Wenyun's eyes sparkled as he asked curiously, "What kind of poem is it?"
"If it were sung, it would cause another sensation in Linjiang. It was written for Shulan. I was there so I saw it, but I dare not recite it without Shulan's permission. I hope Your Highness understands."
Yu Wenjun pursed his lips, then asked with a smile, "So, from what you see, Grandpa Qin, is Shulan interested in the young master of the Fu family?"
"It's hard to say. My friend is from a merchant family, after all, and Shulan is the daughter of the Minister of Revenue. I know Dong Kangping, he's quite patronizing, not to mention there's Yan Xiwen in Shangjing."
…
The song ended and the crowd dispersed, and peace returned to Shanglinzhou.
Yu Wenjun was outside the villa, feeling the river breeze and gazing at the stars and the moon, his eyes twinkling. After a long time, he made up his mind.
"I'm going to Fu's house tomorrow."
"What did you say?" Yu Hongyi exclaimed.
"Keep your voice down! I'm going to the Fu Mansion early tomorrow morning."
"What?"
"...He was drinking quite well that day. Let's go buy some wine from him."
That night, Yu Wenjun wrote a letter to Dong Shulan, in which she mentioned that person and that poem. Of course, she kept the original manuscript of the poem, and every time she read it, she would chuckle.
Because that handwriting... is really ugly.
She sat by the river. There was no one there. The wind was quite strong, ruffling her clothes and messing up her hair.
She hugged her knees with her hands, as if she was a little cold. If someone saw her, the first feeling would be loneliness.
The lights of the fishing boats on the river had been turned off, and it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
Her mind was a little confused, as if there were a thousand threads on her mind that were too confusing to sort out or cut.
After thinking about many people and things, it finally fell on the young man named Fu Xiaoguan.
To this day, she has not met Fu Xiaoguan, but for some reason, she can already picture what Fu Xiaoguan looks like in her mind.
Born into a royal family, no one understood her loneliness. Even her best friend Dong Shulan didn't know the secret deep in her heart.
This is not cunning, but the dream that the seventeen-year-old girl has.
…
Shangjing Jinling, Wuyi Lane, Dong Mansion.
Dong Shulan leaned against the building and looked into the distance. The lanterns in Wuyi Lane were still lit and would remain lit until dawn, but the night had long since washed away the prosperity of the street, and it now became cold and peaceful.
Her elbows were resting on the railing, her chin resting on her palms. Her vision was not focused. The girl, who had just reached the age of fifteen, felt a sense of melancholy in her heart.
She was very smart, but when some things happened to her, she became a little dull, or in other words, unwilling to think.
But I have to think about it.
Today the chess piece fell outside the chessboard, which means that I miss him.
This feeling was the first time she had experienced it. Even when facing so many young talents in the capital, she had never lost her composure like this, not even with Yan Xiwen.
Lin Jiang had only been in contact with him a few times in just over twenty days. Could he have been conquered by him just like that?
Dong Shulan still needs to clarify her true intentions and where they are heading.
Reason told her that there was no chance for them to be together, because of the difference in social status and even more so because of her parents' prejudice. Even if he was as rich as a country, he was still just a merchant, which in her mother's eyes put him at the bottom of society.
But her heart told her that she liked him and there was no reason for it.
If I have to give a reason, it would be the poem he wrote.
She took out the page of paper from her sleeve and read it in the dim light of the corridor.
Linjiangxian. Letter to orchid friends
Where can I express my leisure feelings after separation?
The early orioles and swallows are longing for each other.
Today I am wandering around recalling those days, my lonely thoughts are known only to the waning moon and falling flowers.
When I was little, I didn’t know the way along the river, but I clearly arrived at Wuyi.
Just as we were about to say goodbye, the sweet dream disappeared and a rooster crowed outside the window.
…
The lights on the second floor of the Fu Mansion's courtyard were still on.
After listening to Chunxiu's story, Fu Xiaoguan praised the little girl highly and said that if anyone falsely accuses your young master again in the future, you should give him a good fight!
Then he continued to read the book. Chunxiu found that the manuscripts were missing and asked, "Where are the manuscripts I sorted out?"
"I sent it to Shulan. She will send it back."
"Oh... Master, please keep writing. I want to read it too."
"Okay, I'll write it when I have time."
"oh."
"Okay, go and rest, I'll watch for a while."
It was late at night. Chunxiu thought for a moment, went to the kitchen, made a bowl of fried eggs and brought it in. "Master, I'm going to sleep."
"Go ahead."
Fu Xiaoguan ate fried eggs while reading a book until he memorized the entire Pure Yang Heart Sutra.
I looked up and heard a rooster crow outside the window.
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