Yu Xuanji glanced at the account book. "You searched Wuyuan Temple but didn't find it. Someone must have taken it before you, or even before the murderer. The person who took it must be the owner of Feiyan Ling. As for the owner of Feiyan Ling, I think he has some connection with Qinzhou."
Lao Qiao and Yu Chisu asked almost at the same time: "Mei Zong?"
From the information Yu Xuanji gathered, Ye Zelin had a rough idea of the Mei Sect. A few words could sum it up, and it wasn't simple. He smiled and said, "It must be the Mei Sect. The Mei Sect is both profitable and capable of recruiting talented individuals. We first traced them back to us, and they sent us the account books, proving their innocence. Furthermore, with the Mei Sect's abilities, finding the account books shouldn't be difficult. The Jianghu shouldn't interfere in government affairs, so they probably sent us the account books for that reason."
Yu Xuanji glanced at Ye Zelin and said with a smile, "Young General, why don't we spread the news and lure the snake out of its hole and catch the turtle in the jar?"
Ye Zelin said, "This is a good plan. I'll do it, sir." He glanced at the account book in Yu Xuanji's hand, his eyes slightly turned, and said, "Sir Yu, how about leaving the account book with me?"
Yu Xuanji looked at Ye Zelin thoughtfully before handing him the account book. "Please keep it well."
Ye Zelin put the account book into the wooden box and said, "Don't worry, Master Yu, I will protect the account book."
Several people discussed how to spread the news, how many people to deploy secretly, how many guards to add, etc. After the discussion, Ye Zelin took the account book back to the room. At this time, Hua Fushu was practicing calligraphy. Seeing him come in, Hua Fushu hurriedly took away the paper with half of the words written on it too big. Seeing this, Ye Zelin said, "What's written? I can't even read it?"
Hua Fushu crumpled up the paper and said, "I was practicing calligraphy and my writing was messed up."
Ye Zelin looked at the crumpled paper and stretched out his hand, "Let me take a look."
Hua Fushu shook his head, and Ye Zelin said again: "Let me see."
She hesitated for a moment before handing the paper ball to Ye Zelin. Ye Zelin unfolded the paper ball and examined it carefully. Hua Fushu saw him frown, his face flushing with embarrassment. She thought he would laugh at her ugly handwriting just like Bao Changzhou did. Ever since Bao Changzhou laughed at her ugly handwriting, she had practiced calligraphy every day, but no matter how hard she practiced, she saw no improvement. She figured that perseverance would eventually lead to improvement.
However, she didn't hear Ye Zelin's joke. Ye Zelin said, "It's written clearly, but the strokes are a little crooked." He put the paper on the table, pointed at the words on it, and corrected her, "The strokes of this word are a bit heavy. The strokes should be from heavy to light..."
Hua Fushu listened attentively to the teacher's instructions like a student. Seeing her serious look, Ye Zelin was inspired by a faint thought. He was just giving her some pointers. He then took a new piece of paper and placed it in front of her, saying calmly, "Write the character 'Yong' for me to see. If you write 'Yong' well, you will also write the others well. This is the method left by Wang Youjun, known as the Eight Methods of Writing the Character 'Yong'."
He picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and handed it to Hua Fushu. He then stood up and walked around behind her. Looking at the white paper spread out, he said, "Write."
Hua Fushu looked at him sideways, her round almond-shaped eyes a little pitiful, "Do you really want to write it? Can you not write it?"
Ye Zelin looked at her, his smile slightly raised, and his heart blossomed instantly. Who knew he would actually say, "Write it for me."
Hua Fushu had no choice but to write the word "Yong", but she was extremely nervous. Needless to say, she herself couldn't bear to look at the word "Yong". There was only one word in her mind: ugly, ugly, ugly...
Ye Zelin took a look and said calmly: "It's not bad, it's better than I thought."
Huh? This shouldn't be the case.
Wait, what does he mean by that? What does it mean to be better than expected?
Hua Fushu said slightly angrily, "What do you mean?"
Ye Zelin didn't explain. He held her hand holding the pen and wrote a word on the paper while she was panicking: "Yong" should be written like this: a dot represents side, a horizontal stroke represents restraint, a vertical stroke represents crossbow, a hook represents tiao, a raised stroke represents ce, a left stroke represents sweep, a short left stroke represents peck, and a right stroke represents zhe.
He let go of her hand and asked, "Do you understand?"
Hua Fushu took a long time to recover and nodded, saying, "I understand. My father and teacher both taught me this before. It's just that I didn't stick to it."
Ye Zelin asked casually, "Why didn't you persist?"
Hua Fushu said, "If I don't practice well, I won't want to practice anymore."
Ye Zelin added: "Then why are you thinking about practicing calligraphy this time?"
Hua Fushu lowered his head and said, "The patient's family laughed at me."
Ye Zelin roughly understood: "It seems that you were quite well behaved when I was not around."
Hua Fushu said with a smug look on his face: "Of course."
Ye Zelin put the wooden box away and took out the "Guiguzi" beside his pillow to read, while Hua Fushu continued to practice calligraphy.
At night, the two faced an important issue: bedtime. Hua Fushu glanced at Ye Zelin, who had just finished washing, and wondered whether to share a bed with Sanqiao. Whether at the General or at the Ouyang family in Wuyin, she and Ye Zelin had always slept on a bed and a low couch respectively. This room only had one bed, and no extra mats to sleep on the floor. She said, "Why don't I go to Sanqiao's place?"
Ye Zelin glanced at her but didn't answer her. He took a round pillow from the cabinet and threw it on the inside of the bed. He placed a copy of the Book of Songs in the middle and said to Hua Fushu, "You and I are husband and wife. Sleeping in separate rooms won't arouse suspicion. This is not the general's residence. You should make do with it. The book is the boundary. Don't cross it. If you cross the line, you will sleep on the floor."
Hua Fushu glanced at him twice, then nodded. She climbed onto the couch, facing away from Ye Zelin, and slept on the inside. This was their second time on the same couch. The first time was because of his father's scheme. She thought he had done something to her and was panicked and angry. This time, she was nervous, her heartbeat accelerating. She wasn't worried about what Ye Zelin would do to her; she just felt it was a little sudden. Why did Ye Zelin let her stay in this room? She had already suggested going to Sanqiao's place, so he just had to go along with it.
Suddenly, she remembered that Ye Zelin had said before that he would not fall in love with her, and the nervousness gradually subsided.
She felt that Ye Zelin was the kind of person who appeared gentle and kind on the surface, but was actually cold-hearted at heart. However, she did not believe that Ye Zelin was the kind of person with a heart of stone. One day, she would let this man know how big a mistake it was to look down on her!
It was quiet and silent. Hua Fushu thought Ye Zelin had fallen asleep, so he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. Unexpectedly, Ye Zelin suddenly said, "Fushu, Lord Yu is a man of great learning and talent. He is quite proficient in calligraphy and chess. He is not a humorous person, but he is not dull and rigid either. Don't you want to practice calligraphy? Go to his place more often these days and let him teach you. You can also gain some knowledge from him."
Hua Fushu was slightly stunned, and probably understood his intention. He kept the account book with him in order to lure Bai Yanlang, and because of her safety, he let her go to Yu Xuanji. She pretended to know nothing and responded lightly.
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