277 Dinner, I'm waiting for you here
After Feng Qingchen came up with the second line of the couplet, she heaved a sigh of relief and quietly wiped her sweat when no one was around. At least she didn't embarrass herself. It was indeed not easy to be a talented woman.
They had said before that they had to come up with a pair, but unexpectedly Mr. Shuyan cheated and came up with five extremely tricky pairs in a row. When the waiter brought them up, he felt a little uneasy and worried.
Although he was only a waiter, his talent and knowledge were better than those of ordinary scholars. He could match all these couplets. Even in the Zhufeng Tower, I'm afraid no one could match even one pair. But Mr. Shuyan threw out five pairs in one breath. Isn't this obviously making things difficult for the eldest young master?
As soon as the five couplets were hung up, the whole Zhufeng Tower became quiet. Everyone's eyes were glued to the five couplets, and then they began to whisper to each other.
"How can this be right? This is simply not right."
"This is too difficult. I should be thankful that the couplet for entering the Zhufeng Tower was not written by Mr. Shuyan. Otherwise, I am afraid I will never be able to enter the Zhufeng Tower in my lifetime."
"You only have one stick of incense to make these five couplets. Mr. Shuyan, aren't you making things difficult for the eldest master?"
Everyone was worried about Wang Jinling, but Feng Qingchen looked relaxed, with a faint smile on his face, not looking worried at all.
"Miss, aren't you worried about the young master?" the little maid behind her asked in a low voice.
"What's there to worry about?" Feng Qingchen curled her lips. She was only worried about the couplet in Yashi and whether she could match it.
"These couplets are so difficult. What if you can't get them right?" There is only one stick of incense left. It will take quick thinking to get them right.
Feng Qingchen shook his head, looked at Wang Jinling who was concentrating on thinking, and said: "I may be worried about others, but you don't have to worry about me, Mr. Shuyan can't beat you."
"Do you trust me so much?" Wang Jinling was about to write when he heard this, and stopped. He turned to look at Feng Qingchen with a smile in his eyes.
"Because you are Wang Jinling." Feng Qingchen responded with a smile.
When they looked into each other's eyes, there was trust and appreciation for each other, but no love, or maybe it was hidden too deeply.
"Hahaha, yes, I am Wang Jinling." The gentle and elegant young man smiled generously. Not only did he not feel vulgar, but instead gave people a different kind of free and easy feeling.
Wang Jinling's calligraphy is well-known for its excellence. When the first stroke was made, everyone, whether they saw it or not, exclaimed, "Great calligraphy."
When Wang Jinling finished writing the first couplet, everyone present said in unison: "Great couplet."
There were even a few young masters who immediately sent their servants to buy paper and pens, preparing to copy the five couplets back.
After writing the first couplet, Wang Jinling picked up his pen and wrote the second, third, and last one without much thought.
"You are quick-witted and knowledgeable, you are worthy of being able to teach at the Jixia Academy." Jingyue's brother was full of admiration: "Only such a person can invite Mr. Shuyan to come out of retirement, I am afraid I can't do it."
"Young Master is so awesome." The two maids were not as calm as usual and clapped their hands in joy. Feng Qingchen smiled faintly without saying a word.
Jin Ling is very capable, but who knows how much effort Wang Jin Ling has put in behind this capability?
He is blind, and as he is unable to see, his path to study is a thousand times more difficult than that of ordinary people. The world only sees the dazzling and talented Wang Jinling, but who knows that when he is in the sun, there is only darkness and loneliness.
After the five couplets were matched, Mr. Shuyan could no longer embarrass Wang Jinling. According to the rules, Feng Qingchen had to come up with the first couplet, and Wang Jinling could not do it for him in front of so many people. The most he could do was write it for him.
"Qingchen, you come up with the first couplet, and I'll write it for you."
"Okay." Feng Qingchen had already thought about it, and blurted out: "Yinyue Well, Yinyue Shadow, Yinyue Shadow in Yinyue Well, the Moon Well lasts for ten thousand years, and the Moon Shadow lasts for ten thousand years."
Feng Qingchen finished speaking the last word, and Wang Jinling also finished writing.
"Master, Miss Feng, please come in." After the ink dried, the waiter put away the first couplet.
These are the calligraphy works of the eldest son, which are priceless. When these seven pieces of calligraphy are hung up, the reputation of Zhufeng Tower will surely be pushed to a higher level.
Wang Jinling is the living advertisement of Zhufeng Tower!
After Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen entered Zhufeng Tower one after another, the onlookers did not leave. Instead, they pestered the waiter to hang up Wang Jinling's calligraphy so that they could appreciate it.
As for buying?
Well, they did want to, but they knew very well that Wang Jinling’s calligraphy would not be sold, even if each word was worth ten thousand gold coins, and the Wang family was not short of money.
Jingyue's brother watched Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen go in, and only after their backs disappeared did he retract his gaze: "I may not recognize other people when I come to Dongling, but I must recognize these two people."
"Jingyue, let's go to the palace to pay homage to the emperor of Dongling." Jingyue's brother carried Jingyue, who was still in a daze, away.
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The Ninth Prince did not return to the Ninth Prince's Palace, but went to his villa outside the city. As soon as he arrived at the villa, the Ninth Prince dismissed the servants, went into the study, and opened the mechanism leading to the secret room.
Following the long and narrow secret passage under the desk, the Ninth Prince came to the place where the thunder bombs and gunpowder were stored.
"Master." There was no light in the secret room, only a few dark shadows could be seen vaguely.
"I got everything. How much is it?"
"There are a total of 367 sky-shaking bombs, 26 of which were left for the emperor. There were also 18 boxes of things. I don't know what they are, but I only know that they will burn when exposed to fire. I carried them back." The man in black answered respectfully, and at the same time led the ninth uncle to the secret room and opened the boxes.
You only need to take a look at the Thunder Bomb, the most important thing is the eighteen boxes of unknown things.
There were ten thunder bombs in each box. Looking at the thunder bombs that filled up the secret room, there was not even a trace of smile on the Ninth Prince's face.
If Li Xiang throws these thunder bombs at the imperial city at the same time, the Dongling Imperial City will be reduced to ruins, and basically no one in the Dongling Imperial City will be left alive.
Dong Lingjiu was thankful that Li Xiang had not resorted to such cruel means. (5) He was also thankful that these items had fallen into his hands.
No superior can refuse the Thunder Bomb, a nearly invincible weapon, but he will never use these things on ordinary people.
After checking the thunder bomb, Dong Lingjiu went to see the eighteen boxes of things. The man in black did not light a fire. After opening the boxes, a pungent smell rushed out, just like the smell after the thunder bomb exploded.
"My subordinates and others speculate that these should be the materials used to make thunder bombs, but we have not yet figured out how to use them or how to make them. Several people were injured because of these things."
Dong Lingjiu touched some with his hand. It was powdery and a little burning. There was a faint smell of flint and explosion. "Seal the Thunderbolt. Leave these things here and don't move them. I will arrange for someone to deal with them."
The Ninth Prince already has an excellent candidate in mind.
That person could deceive the emperor, but not him.
Don't know? If you really don't know, why would you be so deliberate?
I didn't want to drag you in, but you just barged in.
The Ninth Prince walked out of the secret room, returned to his study, ground ink himself, and wrote a note: "Come here."
"Your Highness?" The eunuch beside the Ninth Prince walked in and asked respectfully.
The ink had just dried, and the Ninth Prince sealed the note: "Go, deliver the note to Feng Mansion, and make sure you hand it to Feng Qingchen in person, and tell her that I am waiting for her."
"Yes." The eunuch responded very loudly, secretly delighted in his heart. Finally, he didn't have to be jealous of the whole banquet, and he didn't have to feel cold in the middle of summer.
Feng Qingchen, who had just walked out of the Wind Chasing Tower, felt a chill all over his body. He could not help but hug his arms tightly and walked towards the carriage...