Fu Xiaoguan looked at Ning Siyan, thinking that he would tell her some stories about the mandarin ducks, but he didn't expect Ning Siyan to turn around and walk into the courtyard.
Without staying any longer, he led Fu Xiaoguan and his party through numerous gardens, corridors, pavilions and terraces, and then arrived at the courtyard of the main house.
There is a huge mountain pine in the huge courtyard. The pine tree has obvious traces of artificial shaping. All the branches below have been cut off, leaving only the canopy covering the sky above, which is very beautiful.
Under its canopy is a pavilion. On the white marble table in the pavilion is a set of tea sets. I guess Ning Siyan made tea here.
Opposite the pavilion was not a rockery, but... a large wasteland!
“The main house wasn’t handed over to Boss Hua, so this place is absolutely clean.”
Ning Siyan led everyone to sit in the pavilion and said, "You can ask people to clean up those rooms. As for how to arrange them, there are so many houses, you can arrange them however you want."
Of course, this kind of thing was not something Fu Xiaoguan would be in charge of. Faced with such an exquisite and huge courtyard, Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan were much more excited than Fu Xiaoguan.
This is their home in Guanyun City!
Women often regard home as more important than men, so the two women left the pavilion with three maids. Su Su thought about it and followed them. As for where they went, it was none of Fu Xiaoguan's business.
"You are the master of this place now, so you make the tea yourself and I will drink the wine."
Fu Xiaoguan grinned, but he was not polite. He made some tea and said, "This kind of plateau is not suitable for raising mandarin ducks."
Ning Siyan took a sip of wine and raised her straight eyebrows. "I didn't know. Later, I heard from Ning Fatian that his mother had raised the mandarin ducks to death. She was sad for a long time, so the painting "Sad Mandarin Ducks" came into being..."
He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Xiaoguan, "The main reason I'm waiting for you here is that I want to ask you for a poem."
This matter was heard by Wu Linger at Xianqingju in Fanning City by Fu Xiaoguan. Yan Ruyu spent all her efforts to create that painting, and then wanted to write a poem for it, but ultimately failed and died in depression.
Fu Xiaoguan poured five cups of tea and handed them to the other students. "Let me see the painting."
He didn't mind writing a poem for the painting, because it was a famous work and naturally had to be accompanied by his famous poem.
Ning Siyan didn't expect Fu Xiaoguan to be so straightforward. He was stunned for a moment, then got up and went to the study. When he came out, he was holding a scroll in his hand.
He unfolded the scroll and hung it under the eaves of the pavilion.
Fu Xiaoguan was immediately attracted by the painting.
Under a half-moon, Mirror Lake was shrouded in mist. Just above the shrouded surface, two lonely mandarin ducks cuddled together, their faces vivid. But a closer look revealed that one of the ducks had its eyes closed, its head drooping above the water, while the other, wings outstretched, protected the dead one.
The surviving one had endless sadness in its eyes, and its eyelids drooped, making people deeply feel that its life was also fading.
The two mandarin ducks' heads touched each other, and Fu Xiaoguan seemed to be able to hear the cry of the living mandarin duck.
A sense of sadness arose spontaneously, as if it came from the painting and infected those who viewed it.
Su Rou stopped sewing, looked at it in astonishment, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
That is loyalty to love, that is loyalty to each other for life!
Fu Xiaoguan took a deep breath, looked away, and looked up at the canopy of pine trees. Sunlight was shining through the needles, not falling on his face, but mottled the eaves of the roof opposite.
"I recite, you write!"
Ning Siyan was slightly startled. He hadn't expected Fu Xiaoguan to come up with this poem so quickly. He flew into the study and then flew back, writing brush and ink in hand.
"You recite, I write!"
Fu Xiaoguan still looked at the fragmented blue sky above the pine trees and slowly said:
"This poem is called "Zhe Gui Ling, Chi Qing"
"If you have never felt lovesickness, then you will be tormented by it.
The body is like floating clouds, the mind is like flying catkins, and the breath is like gossamer.
A lingering fragrance remains in the air,
Where is the wealthy traveler going?
When do the symptoms appear?
When the lights are half dim and the moon is half bright."
…
There are no mandarin ducks in the whole poem, but it describes the deep and infatuated love vividly!
Ning Siyan held the pen and looked at the poem written by Fu Xiaoguan on the painting. She stared at it for a long time, then felt sad and shed two lines of tears.
He did not know the exquisiteness of this poem, but he could feel the pain of lovesickness from it - just like the mandarin ducks in the painting, because one of them died, the other was immersed in the endless pain of lovesickness, not knowing that the lamp was half dim and the moon was half bright.
Just at this moment, footsteps were heard outside the yard.
Fu Xiaoguan and others looked up and saw Princess Taiping walking in, followed by dozens of female soldiers.
Princess Taiping wore a smile as warm as the spring sun. Standing opposite Fu Xiaoguan, she said, "I heard students from Mount Li Academy were looking for trouble with you at the embassy, so I went there. I only just learned you'd defeated Tang Qianjun and had moved here, so I came to take a look... Hey... isn't this the painting of 'Sad Mandarin Ducks'?"
Wu Linger turned around and saw the painting hanging under the eaves of the pavilion.
"Eh...it's on the topic!"
"Zheguiling, Chiqing"
"I have never felt lovesickness in my life, but now I feel it, and then I suffer from it..."
Wu Linger was immediately amazed by the poem and never looked away.
"…When do the symptoms appear? When the lights are half dim and the moon is half bright…"
Isn't this written for me?
Wu Linger fell into deep thought, recalling every detail after she got to know Fu Xiaoguan.
After reading A Dream of Red Mansions, I fell in love with Fu Xiaoguan. The love became stronger and stronger, so that I couldn't sleep at night, and I looked forward to every letter from Liu Yan'er. So much so that at this Wuchao Literary Meeting, I was thinking about how to meet him early... I was really suffering from lovesickness!
After a while, Wu Linger withdrew her gaze, swallowed, looked at Ning Siyan, and then looked at Fu Xiaoguan.
There was a bright light shining in her eyes and her face was filled with endless joy. She seemed to have forgotten her purpose of coming here. She originally wanted to say to Fu Xiaoguan - I've thought about it for a long time, how about you just be my brother?
But now, she gave up the idea because of this poem!
In this poem, she understood what infatuation, lovesickness, and loyalty meant.
So, she said, "Of course you wrote this. I feel as if it was written about me, so... I've thought carefully about what you said at Guanyuntai this morning. You have the right to reject me, but you also have to respect my right to like you."
Fu Xiaoguan was suddenly speechless and had no answer.
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