It was raining heavily and there were bursts of thunder.
It was only the afternoon, but the sky was already as dark as night.
The light was on in Dong Shulan's boudoir. She sat quietly in front of the window, holding a letter and a stack of manuscripts in her hands.
A smile appeared on her face. She smoothed the hair by her ears and opened the letter with some trepidation.
It turned out to be written by him, because this word is unique in the world.
"Ms. Dong
Hello!
I don't know how long it will take for you to receive this letter. Linjiang is a long way from Beijing, and I'm worried that the wine will be spoiled along the way.
On the first day of June, the day I sent you this letter, Shibali Alley was crowded with people, all wanting to buy Xiangquan and Tianchun liquors.
I didn’t see the scene myself because I didn’t go there, not because it was busy, but because I knew these two wines must be selling well.”
This guy is quite shameless, Dong Shulan thought to herself as she bit her lip.
"Luckily, I took the wine I was going to give you home in advance. Otherwise, you would have had to wait for the next batch. This is a matter of integrity. Since I promised you, I will definitely do it."
You still have some conscience.
"You said I needed to practice my handwriting more. I thought about it and felt you were right, so I decided to write something. You can consider it a novel. Of course, I made it up, but I think the story is okay. I've finished six chapters and I'm sending it to you. I'm not asking for your opinions, but mainly to practice my handwriting. I think my handwriting is a little better now."
This guy is writing a book?
"My dad is here, so I'll just stop here. I'm afraid he'll come in and see and think you and I are in a relationship and there's a misunderstanding."
"Mr. Fu, the first day of June."
Dong Shulan's face turned red immediately. How could this man speak like that? If she didn't know him well, she would probably think that he was frivolous.
She shyly put the letter away, calmed herself down, and then opened the package of manuscripts. There was a separate piece of paper on it with a few big words written on it: This is the original manuscript, please return it after reading!
She laughed immediately. This guy is really funny. Who would burn him?
Let’s take a look at what this person wrote.
A Dream of Red Mansions
Chapter 1: Zhen Shiyin recognizes a spirit in his dream, Jia Yucun falls in love with a young lady
"In ancient times, the sky collapsed and the earth split, and chaos began... Nuwa used 36,500 colorful stones to repair the sky. Only one piece remained, unused, and was abandoned at the foot of Qinggeng Peak..."
This is how the story begins, and once it starts, it cannot be stopped. Dong Shulan's mind quickly sank into it and she could no longer extricate herself.
Once she finished watching, she looked out the window and saw lightning tearing through the sky, which was so beautiful.
She wanted to drink, so she stood up and opened the box. The red bottle, painted with golden orchids, was very beautiful. On the bottle were eight large characters: "Rare and precious wine, Xishan Tianchun" and below them were a few smaller characters: "42 degrees."
She remembered that this person went to Linjiang Academy that night to ask for Grandpa Qin's calligraphy, and these were the words.
When the cork was opened, the aroma of wine filled the air.
She sat at the desk with a bottle of wine, drinking and reading at the same time, completely unaware that the Ninth Princess Yu Wenjun walked in under the guidance of Xiaoqi and stood behind her.
…
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse over the river. A lantern was hanging on a banyan tree. Fu Xiaoguan was sitting under the tree with a letter in his hand.
This is a letter from Dong Shulan, and there is a faint fragrance on the letter paper.
"Mr. Fu
Hello!
Many days have passed since we parted at Linjiang. I wonder if Mr. Fu has left any more masterpieces to be passed down.
I have already sent the Xishan Qiongjiang to the palace. They are very satisfied with it. The princess asked me to ask you how much it costs. The palace said that if the price is acceptable, the wine will be listed as a royal tribute, and you are not allowed to sell it outside.
I don't understand the study of things, but I am very interested in the soaps, perfumes and other things you mentioned. I think you have to sell these products after you make them. I wonder if Mr. Fu has any plans to go to Jinling. After all, the market in Shangjing is much larger than that in Linjiang.
If you are interested in coming to the capital, I can offer some assistance. Of course, this is a matter for you to decide; I am merely offering suggestions."
"I heard that the Ninth Princess went to Linjiang, and I was a little worried. I told her about you after returning to Jinling. I didn't expect her to care about you. That's my fault. If she does anything to harm you, please bear with me."
"I like the poem you gave me very much, but I have never shown it to anyone else."
"Today, while playing chess with my eldest brother, I was distracted and learned that you once told Grandpa Qin that you wanted to enter the Saint School. That's great. I'm very happy to hear that."
"My eldest brother is here again, so I'm writing this now. I'm afraid if he comes in and sees it, the misunderstanding will get even worse."
"Shulan on the first day of June."
Fu Xiaoguan laughed. The front of the letter was quite normal, but the back was a bit messy.
We must go to Jinling, but not now. Our focus now is on Linjiang, or more precisely, on Xiacun.
As for the Ninth Princess coming to Linjiang, he didn't take it seriously. After all, she was the Princess, and he was just an ordinary person, and there was a huge difference between them.
It’s just that His Highness has taken a shine to me… If His Highness summons me, I must go, and we’ll see what happens then.
After putting the letter away, Fu Xiaoguan sat cross-legged and continued his journey of practicing martial arts.
…
"Is this the book he wrote?" Yu Wenjun was also twisting a bottle of wine, which was naturally the Tianchun wine he took out of the box.
Dong Shulan glared at Yu Wenjun and thought, what are you doing here in such heavy rain?
The two grew up together and were quite casual in private. Yu Wenjun glared at Dong Shulan without hesitation and said, "Do you think I wouldn't know it was written by him if you didn't tell me? His handwriting is so bad, there's no one else in the world who can do it."
Dong Shulan was a little surprised and asked, "Have you seen his handwriting?"
Yu Wenjun took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and threw it to Dong Shulan.
"Go and see for yourself."
This is exactly the poem written by Fu Xiaoguan.
Drunk Tonight
Tonight's stars and tonight's wind, west of the painted building and east of the forest.
Although we don’t have the wings of a phoenix, our hearts are connected.
…
Dong Shulan's heart was beating fast and her eyes were filled with peach blossoms.
“He…writes so well!”
"Look at you, you're such a fangirl." Yu Wenjun twisted the bottle and took a sip. He sighed and looked out the window. "We may not have the wings of a phoenix, but our hearts are connected. He said this is for you."
"Ah...really?"
"I'm lying to you. He didn't go. His maid brought the poem. The next day I went to see him, but he said we were both wanderers in this world, so why should we have known each other before? He didn't ask my name, and he didn't know who I was."
"Then what does Your Highness think of him?"
"Haha, you're serious now. Do you want to hear the truth?"
"Um."
"If I snatch it from you, will you blame me?"
"Look how scared you are, but... I think you two are in big trouble!"
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