Dong Shulan and her group did not stop along the way and arrived at the Xishan Villa at noon.
When Official Fu heard the report from the guards in the outer courtyard, he was silent for a few breaths. His small eyes rolled around several times before he stood up and walked out.
This little girl is amazing!
With Dong Shulan's identity, she only needed to send someone over, and Official Fu would have to rush back to Linjiang to meet him.
But she didn't do that, but came in person.
Official Fu certainly understood the intention, but he didn't want to get involved in this mess, so he left Linjiang City under the pretext of the Dragon Boat Festival. He originally planned to go back in ten days, when the Linjiang issue would have been settled and he would have nothing to do with it.
Fu Xiaoguan sat there without moving, but when he heard the name Miss Dong Shulan, that face appeared in his mind.
I have seen countless beauties in my previous life, but this is the first time in two lives that I have seen such a pure, natural and unpolluted beauty.
It’s just that beauty is a disaster. At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan was just amazed and had no other thoughts.
He stood up and poured water to wash the tea. Fu Xiaoguan poured another pot of new tea.
After all, he was the young master, so he didn't think about avoiding him. So he made a pot of tea and showed his hospitality.
Looking towards the Moon Gate, we saw Fu Daguan leading the way with a slight bow, and Dong Shulan following behind, dressed in white and with a white scarf on her face, walking slowly.
"Please!" Fu Xiaoguan smiled and gestured with his hand but still did not stand up.
Dong Shulan's gaze fell on Fu Xiaoguan's face. It was a clean and handsome face with a natural and generous expression. There was no trace of nervousness at all, and certainly no trace of panic or guilt.
Chunxiu arrived later, holding two pages of a book in her hand. After thinking for a while, she handed them to Fu Daguan.
"Xiu'er, go prepare lunch and welcome Miss Dong."
Fu Xiaoguan gave the order casually without stopping his hands.
The fire on the table was burning brightly, the water in the kettle was boiling, and smoke was curling up.
He opened the lid, put in the tea, washed the tea leaves, and boiled the tea. After a while, he poured the tea and handed a cup to Fu Daguan, handed another cup to Dong Shulan, put a cup in front of himself, and looked at his father.
Why don't you say something? This situation is so cold and awkward.
Dong Shulan didn't say anything either. She was thinking about the intelligence she had collected these days...it seemed that there were some errors in this intelligence.
However, she had personally experienced this guy's past as Meng Lang, and there was no doubt about that. But at this moment, he behaved very calmly - such scheming should not be underestimated.
Official Fu said with a smile, "It is a great honor for my humble abode to have the daughter of the Minister of State visit me. Come, come, please have some tea... Actually, if you want to see me, just give me a message. Even if I have something serious to say, I will definitely return to Linjiang immediately. You are really embarrassing me and ashamed of me."
Dong Shulan lifted her face cloth and took a sip, then put down the cup and said with a smile, "Master Fu is the richest man in Linjiang. How dare I invite you with a verbal message? Instead, I came here uninvited. I hope Master Fu will forgive me."
The two of them flattered each other, but none of their words were substantial. Fu Xiaoguan listened indifferently, occasionally smiling, but his hands never stopped, pouring tea quite diligently.
During this time, Fu Xiaoguan didn't speak again. Dong Shulan would occasionally glance at him. Of course, this was just to clear up her own confusion. Instead of clearing up her confusion, it made her even more confused.
Then her eyes fell on the paper that Official Fu had casually placed on the stone table. She frowned slightly, her expression gentle, and no one noticed.
This calligraphy...is not very attractive to the eyes, but it is framed very well, showing a unique hobby.
When Fu Daguan saw Dong Shulan looking at the two pieces of calligraphy, he smiled and said, "My son wrote this last night. Miss, you are a learned man. Could you give me some pointers?"
Dong Shulan picked up the two pages of paper.
It was originally just an act, but if necessary, she would not hesitate to give a few words of compliment against her will.
only……
Her expression suddenly became serious. Officer Fu was very concerned about this matter and felt a little nervous.
He didn't understand the art of poetry, he just found it easy to read, but he didn't know the quality of the two poems.
"The mountains and the song frown, the waves are the same... drunken eyes flow."
"All tourists go to the thirteenth floor... the thirteenth floor?"
Dong Shulan recited in a low voice unconsciously, and his brows became more and more solemn.
“…Whose water tune is singing the beginning of the song? The sound flies around the green mountains, and the evening clouds stay.”
"What a beautiful line of sound. It flies around the green mountains, and the evening clouds stay..."
She didn't look up, but read it carefully again, occasionally pausing in thought, but her face became more and more happy, and then she looked up.
She looked up and glanced at Fu Xiaoguan.
Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose awkwardly. What the hell, the old man likes to show off.
She lowered her head again and took the second page of paper.
"The moon in the north of the river fills the west building on a clear night."
"When the clouds disperse, the ice reveals a mirror, and deep in the waves, a jade hook sinks. When will the moon stop waning? ... When will the moon stop waning?"
"The Milky Way is far away, the wind and dew usher in the new autumn. The red osmanthus knows not the sorrow of falling, and Su E must believe in the sorrow of parting. The sky is vast and peaceful."
"The sky is vast and boundless..."
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Dong Shulan read the two poems carefully several times. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at Fu Xiaoguan, and asked, "Forgive my abruptness, but these two poems...were both written by you, young master?"
Fu Xiaoguan nodded gently, "Excuse me, young lady."
“Why doesn’t this poem have a ci form?”
"Looking north to the river, the moon in the north of the river"
"This is the rhythm of the ci-pai of Wang Jiangnan."
"Well," Fu Xiaoguan nodded, "It doesn't matter. Jiangnan or Jiangbei is fine. I just wrote Jiangbei, so I just called it that."
"How can poetry be practiced casually?" Dong Shulan seemed to have forgotten the purpose of this trip, and also forgot that the young man in front of him was Meng Lang, who had been arguing with Fu Xiaoguan two months ago.
Fu Xiaoguan smiled bitterly and touched his nose. "Okay, then it'll be called Wang Jiangnan, Jiangnan Moon... The first line will be changed to Jiangnan Moon, the clear night fills the west building."
"That's... very good!"
"It's a pity that I only saw this Nan Ge Zi now. If it had been performed at the Linjiang Poetry Festival last night, Master Fu's name would have spread throughout Linjiang."
"Ah, I had a sudden inspiration last night. Miss Dong, you are so kind. I am humbled by your praise. Come, come, have some tea."
Official Fu was stunned by what he heard, but he understood one thing: his son's two poems were of extremely high quality. His heart blossomed, and he instructed his steward Zhang Ce behind him, "Such an exciting event should be made public. Go get some wine from the West Mountain and treat our distinguished guests to a taste."
Dong Shulan didn’t know what Xishan Qiongjiang was. Her mind was still on these two poems because they were so good.
"Please enlighten me, Master Fu. Visitors all go to the thirteenth floor. What does the thirteenth floor refer to?"
Fu Xiaoguan groaned in his heart, as expected, he was struck by lightning for pretending to be cool.
He touched his nose again. "I like thirteen... It's an imaginary number. You can also understand it as standing high and seeing far."
Dong Shulan frowned, as if thinking about something.
The thirteenth floor... it is really high. Imagine yourself standing on the thirteenth floor, looking out, and taking in all the scenery in the world. This reflects the poet's broad mind and his freehand expression of standing between heaven and earth.
Just imagine, if all visitors had to go up to the third floor, the atmosphere would be completely lost.
What a great thirteenth floor, so wonderful!
In fact, the Thirteenth Floor was originally a famous scenic spot in Hangzhou during the Song Dynasty in the previous life, but Fu Xiaoguan didn't know whether there was such a place in this world, so... he was just making it up. As a result, Dong Shulan successfully imagined that scene in her mind and sublimated it, which led to a complete change in her opinion of Fu Xiaoguan.
Dong Shulan believed that all poets express their thoughts through poetry, and Fu Xiaoguan was certainly no exception.
Yesterday, during the Dragon Boat Festival, Fu Xiaoguan stood in the tower and was inspired to write these two poems. "Nan Ge Zi. You Shang" (Nan Ge Zi: Enjoying) uses the Dragon Boat Festival travel experience to depict the heroic spirit of scholars listening to music and drinking, making the reader feel as if they were floating in the air. The poet imagined ascending to the thirteenth floor and taking in the world, a lofty aspiration.
In the poem "Looking at Jiangnan," the poet uses the moon to express his feelings, with his lines being sharp and powerful, and his words being profound and ingenious. A careful reading reveals a lingering aftertaste, a clear and unrestrained elegance that is unforgettable!
"The red osmanthus knows not the sorrow of falling, the white-e must believe the sorrow of separation, the heaven and earth are both eternal..."
"Young Master... a genius!"
Dong Shulan stood up and bowed to Fu Xiaoguan. Fu Xiaoguan quickly stood up, holding his hands up, "This... I don't deserve it!"
"I have a humble request, sir, would you be willing?"
"Miss, please speak."
"I like these two poems very much. Can I copy them?"
"Of course."
"Also...this word?"
"Oh, I wrote it."
"Oh, this word is... free and easy."
…
Regarding the incident two months ago at the Linjiang Tower when Fu Xiaoguan stopped Dong Shulan and declared, "My dear lady, I want to marry you!" and the subsequent incident where Fu Xiaoguan was thrown into the mountain stream by Dong Shulan's guards, both of them tacitly did not mention it.
Of course, on the one hand, there is no need to mention the current situation, and on the other hand, Dong Shulan is unwilling to mention it again.
Because she couldn't reconcile the boy from two months ago with the boy in front of her, she could only blame it on the fact that Fu Xiaoguan drank a lot of wine at Linjiang Tower. She was extremely confident about her appearance.
In that situation, Fu Xiaoguan, under the influence of alcohol, saw her own face and said those words. She was very angry at first, but now... she felt that it was the true nature of this young man.
But, are all the legends about this young man in Linjiang false?
Although the two poems changed Dong Shulan's opinion of Fu Xiaoguan, it did not lead to any other thoughts.
What's more, she has already reached the age of marriage, and the number of people who come to the Shangshu Mansion to propose marriage to her... is really like a flood of fish in the sea.
This was something she didn't like to see, so she slipped away to Linjiang, using the order of the Princess of the Yu Dynasty to select the imperial merchant in Linjiang.
The table was filled with exquisite dishes.
The three of them sat down and Chunxiu poured wine.
"This is my son's new wine, named Xishan Nectar. Please enjoy it, young lady."
The wine had a strong aroma, and Dong Shulan started laughing as soon as she sniffed it.
Miss Dong from the Shangshu Mansion is well-read, beautiful and intelligent. This is known to all the powerful families in Kyoto. However, apart from a few people in the Shangshu Mansion, no one knows that Dong Shulan likes to drink, and... she doesn't get drunk.
"This... Thank you, Master Fu, for your kindness. Shulan is not a drinker, but this wine smells tempting. It is very different from the wines on the market, and even more fragrant than the others. Shulan, I will just take a sip."
So Fu Xiaoguan understood what it meant to have a taste.
Dong Shulan took off her face cloth. Even though Fu Xiaoguan was prepared, he was still shocked by her stunning appearance. Dong Shulan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, savored it a little, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Ah... Shulan lost her composure because the wine was so good. Was this... brewed by Master Fu? Master Fu also knows how to brew wine?"
“I understand a little bit…”
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