The room was crowded, and Fan Tianning offered a suggestion: "The spring rain has just stopped, and the moon and stars are in the sky. I've been wandering around Fanning City these past two days with nothing to do, and I've discovered a wonderful place called Xianqingju, located on the banks of the Lishui River. You can drink tea, wine, and listen to music. Why don't we go there and sit together?"
When Fu Xiaoguan heard this, he thought Fan Tianning was a wonderful person, so he nodded in agreement. The group left the reception building, and Wu Linger arranged several carriages to go to Xianqingju.
This place is a bit far from the Yingbin Building and is located in the suburbs of Fanning City.
After getting off the carriage, I saw big red lanterns along the way and heard the faint sound of stringed instruments.
There is no door lintel, and there is only a strange stone at the intersection with three large characters "Xianqingju" written on it.
Fan Tianning came to Fu Xiaoguan's side, extended his hand and said, "Brother Fu, don't be fooled by the remoteness of this place. It's very lively inside. I heard that this Xianqingju is the property of Ning Fatian, a sword fanatic and one of the Five Idiots in the World. It is said that there is also one in Guanyun City..." Fan Tianning looked at Wu Linger, who nodded and said, "The Xianqingju in Guanyun City was once an imperial villa, comparable to Shili Pinghu, but it surpasses the word "leisure"."
Fu Xiaoguan suddenly asked, "This sword fanatic is naturally obsessed with swords, so why did he start such an industry?"
Wu Linger smiled and replied, "Bei Wangchuan once commented on Ning Fatian like this. He said... Only by being obsessed with love can one achieve the ultimate in swordsmanship! This Xianqing Residence is a symbol of Ning Fatian's obsession with love. Twenty years ago, Ning Fatian met the painting enthusiast Yan Ruyu at Shili Pinghu. Stunned by her beauty, he pursued her wholeheartedly. Because Yan Ruyu loved quietness, Ning Fatian spent 600,000 gold to purchase the royal property Jinghu Villa and converted it into Xianqing Residence."
Fu Xiaoguan was stunned. He originally thought that these sword and painting enthusiasts were all teenagers, but now it sounded like they were at least middle-aged, right?
He asked, "Did Ning Fatian finally get the girl?"
Wu Linger nodded. "The second year after they met, the year Xianqingju was renovated, they got married and had a son the following year, Ning Siyan. When their son was three years old, Yan Ruyu painted the world-famous painting 'Sad Mandarin Ducks.' It's said that this painting exhausted Yan Ruyu's heart and soul. After finishing the final stroke, she wanted to write a poem to accompany it, but she was unable to do so. She fell ill and died that winter at the age of twenty-two."
The group stopped and Wu Linger seemed to feel a little emotional.
"After the painting enthusiast Yan Ruyu passed away, the sword-obsessed Ning Fatian abandoned his sword and guarded his deceased wife's grave for fifteen years, watching the sorrowful couple drifting together for fifteen years. He then returned to Xianqingju and spent a year sharpening his sword. It's said that he's already halfway to becoming a Saint. And their son, Ning Siyan, was entrusted to the idiot Li Mubai by Ning Fatian at the age of seven. Last winter, he returned to Guanyun City and fought his father at Xianqingju, losing by half a sword."
Wu Linger sighed, "There are no more painting addicts in the world, but there is one more wine addict. After Ning Siyan lost the half-sword battle, he became obsessed with wine, and he would get drunk every day, and his drinking capacity increased day by day. He fell in love with your Xishan Tianchun, which is very expensive in Guanyun City. Ning Fatian was helpless against his son's love of wine, so he just let it go. However, this cost a lot of money, so Ning Fachun entrusted the Xianqingju to the storekeeper Hua from Shili Pinghu to manage."
"Under the care of Shopkeeper Hua, Xianqingju has become what it is today. It's quite profitable, but it no longer has the original spirit that Ning Fatian had in mind when he built it. When Hua Chi passed away, Xianqingju no longer existed in the world."
Yu Wenjun and Dong Shulan were fascinated by what they heard. They admired Ning Fatian's infatuation and felt sorry for his painting obsession. They also felt more sympathy for their son Ning Siyan.
The boy is only seventeen years old, but he drinks every day. I'm afraid he's ruined.
Fu Xiaoguan also fell silent and didn't ask any more questions. The group walked into Xianqingju and, led by a flamboyant madam, passed through a bamboo forest and came to an exquisite pavilion.
This is a pear orchard.
The pavilion is located in the Pear Garden.
There are a few lanterns in the pear orchard, and you can see a few off-white pear blossoms on the pear trees.
The door of the pavilion was open, and there was a bright light inside. A group of people walked in. There was only a woman in green on the first floor, who was reading a book quietly.
Hearing the footsteps, she raised her head, put down the book, walked to the door and greeted them.
The madam instructed her, "This is a distinguished guest. Tell Mengxi to treat him well."
She turned to Fan Tianning and smiled meaningfully, "Sir, this Miss Mengxi has just been sent here from Liuyuntai in Shili Pinghu. After being trained by the owner of Shili Pinghu, she is proficient in all arts, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I guarantee that you will be satisfied. I will not waste your time. Please follow Cui'er to the second floor."
Fu Xiaoguan felt sorry for Xianqingju. He thought that the Xianqingju in Guanyun City was in the same state now, which really went against Ning Fatian's original intention of building this Xianqingju.
Fu Xiaoguan felt a fleeting pang of regret. This was the result of commercialization—Ning Fatian needed money to buy wine for his son. Xianqingju, on the other hand, naturally wanted to make money, so it couldn't just stick to the old ways. However, this method was a bit too radical, likely leveraging the love story of the painting and swordsman.
Second floor.
The evening breeze is blowing gently.
The pink gauze curtains dance gracefully.
Meng Xi was standing alone in front of the window, looking up at the starry sky, and looking down she saw the dark and beautiful water flowing slowly.
Two maids stood in front of the door, occasionally glancing at their young lady's back, thinking that the young lady had just arrived and was not famous yet. There had been no guests visiting Mengxi Tower for several days, and they were afraid that the young lady could not stay here any longer.
Suddenly, there was a noisy sound of people climbing up the stairs. The two maids were delighted and saw Cui'er leading a group of people in.
Meng Xi turned around, smiled sweetly, and walked forward to greet them gracefully: "My humble self is Meng Xi, and I welcome you all."
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Everyone sat around and the table was filled with food and wine.
Meng Xi suddenly discovered a very embarrassing problem: it seemed that she had nothing to do here!
Fan Tianning raised his glass and said with a smile, "Would it be pretentious if I said that Master Fu and I have had a long-standing spiritual connection? But the truth is the same, just like Princess Taiping. Your Dream of the Red Chamber is truly brilliantly written, and any further praise would pale in comparison. Why not drink? Come, come, let's drink together to celebrate this fateful meeting that has brought us together thousands of miles apart!"
So everyone raised their glasses and drank together. Fu Xiaoguan looked at Fan Tianning twice more. This guy was an important figure. His intentions were not known at the moment, so he could not deal with him carelessly.
But Miss Mengxi was stunned, not because of the title of Princess Taiping, but because of the book A Dream of Red Mansions!
So, the elegant young man sitting at the top is Fu Xiaoguan, the author of A Dream of Red Mansions?
She stood up and poured wine for everyone, and the unhappiness in her heart disappeared. She thought that she would try to ask him for a poem later.
If Fu Xiaoguan had the poem, her name in Xianqingju would immediately become famous!
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