Chapter 279: Riding a horse on a sloping bridge, with red sleeves waving all over the building

In just a moment, Lu Mingchao gave up the idea.

When it comes to love, Lu Yao is a cold-blooded and emotionless guy.

As bright and brilliant as Lerong County Lord, he'd better not ask for trouble.

If you ask Lu Yao which woman he cares about the most, it must be Lu Minghui without a doubt.

I care so much that I want Lu Minghui to die.

Abbreviated as caring about death.

Besides, there is Wei Tang who is eagerly waiting for you in Lotus Town.

"By the way, let me tell you about the romantic affairs of Supervisor Shu." Lord Lerong cleared his throat and tugged at Lu Mingchao's sleeve.

Lu Mingchao's mouth twitched slightly, and his tone was filled with a hint of complex emotions that were difficult to grasp. "Are you sure it's a romantic affair?"

Lord Lerong nodded solemnly.

Lu Ming cast a look towards Amber.

After Amber put the brocade box into the low cabinet, she bent over, opened the curtain, and left the carriage.

"Shu Dajian's ancestral home is in Jiangnan. He was extremely gifted when he was young. After he became a disciple of Master Yu, he spent most of his time in Jiangnan, except for traveling for study."

"Ten miles from Jinling to Qinhuai, the sound of oars and the shadows of lights, a myriad of customs and styles."

"The most beautiful courtesans on Qinhuai River competed for beauty and spent hundreds of gold coins just to ask for a poem and a piece of calligraphy from a young girl."

"Young men from Wuling competed to weave their hair together, and there were countless red silks for one song."

"It is no exaggeration to use this sentence to describe the courtesans on the Qinhuai River, but it is these courtesans who are begging for Shuyuan to spend a hundred gold coins."

"Shu Yuan likes wine, but he doesn't like women, and he has no shortage of money."

"The courtesan of Jinling Hongxiuzhao took a different approach and studied the art of brewing wine. She actually accidentally brewed a wine that was strong but not astringent, sweet and lingering."

"The courtesan with red sleeves exchanged a bottle of wine for two lines of poetry from Shu Yuan."

"Just two sentences."

"No one knows the specific content of those two lines of poetry."

"All we know is that the courtesan Hongxiuzhao redeemed herself half a month later, bid farewell to the prosperous Jinling, and retreated to an unknown small county town, using her remaining savings to open a small wine shop."

"Name it Yixie Bridge."

"This is the comfort of the year when you get old."

Lu Mingchao frowned and lowered his eyes.

I was young and my clothes were thin.

Riding a horse and leaning on the sloping bridge, the whole building is filled with red sleeves waving.

The courtesan waved her red sleeves at the railing, bringing about Shuyuan's poems.

Satisfied with the poem, the courtesan redeemed herself and brewed wine, waiting for her lover who was riding a horse and leaning on the sloping bridge.

On the day of reunion, drink good wine.

Lu Mingchao could imagine how high-spirited, dashing, romantic, and frivolous Shu Yuan must have been when he was a teenager.

At the very least, the comfort of the age of tidying up is freedom.

It is the kind of freedom that allows one to reach up to the sky to catch the bright moon, or to sit and discuss philosophy with the immortals.

No one can restrain you, and no one can make you sacrifice your freedom.

In A'an's words, the wish of the northern border soldiers is to have a glass of liquor and write a poem, to be a famous scholar with a free and unrestrained temperament and a refreshing expression on his sleeves.

The scholar is still full of vigor and enthusiasm.

But the kite string was no longer in Shuyuan's hands.

Shu Yuan could have become an immortal in the world.

Is Shu willing to be trapped in the web and willingly give up the thread, or...

The Shu Yuan she knew was a poor man who could redeem and save himself, and could go to high places as well as low places.

The red-sleeved courtesan's self-redemption, transformation, and rebirth were all a life of comfort.

Things in this world are really a matter of coincidence.

Lu Mingchao sighed quietly.

Lord Lerong was unaware of Lu Mingchao's wavering thoughts. He blinked his bright starry eyes, his face full of envy and confusion.

"It's a pity that I have no chance to see Shuyuan like that."

As long as Lord Lerong could remember, Shu Yuan was the taciturn eunuch who was always by Emperor Jingxiang's side.

Her lips are red and her teeth are white, as delicate as a red plum blossom in the snow.

But Shu Yuan always kept his head down and his waist bent.

Humble and respectful.

She was young and didn't understand.

At the New Year's palace banquet, she saw Shu Yuan taking care of every detail of serving dishes and pouring wine for Emperor Jingxiang, while he watched the noisy singing and dancing in the hall with an expressionless face.

She asked her grandmother if Supervisor Shu disliked the hustle and bustle.

My grandmother said that this was not the kind of excitement that belonged to her.

At first, I didn’t understand.

Later, as I grew older and learned about Shu Dajian's life, I finally understood what my grandmother said.

After purifying himself and entering the palace, Shu Dajian could only be Shu Dajian.

That once dazzling and glorious past has now turned into vague dust and silent soil, quietly buried by the years.

Supervisor Shu was the man who struggled to crawl out of the mud after the dust settled, covered in dust and barely breathing.

All glamorous occasions no longer accept Shu Dajian.

All Shu Dajian could do was to curl up in a dark corner and survive day after day.

"What happened next?" Lu Mingchao collected his thoughts and asked softly.

"Later..." County Lord Lerong groaned for a moment and lowered his voice, "Later, Shu Yuan followed Principal Yu to Beijing."

"Master Yu, temporarily appointed as the Prince's Junior Tutor."

"Shu Yuan is the companion that Mr. Yu left for the prince."

"Shu Yuan's light eclipses all other lights. In the Wenying Palace, Shu Yuan is an insurmountable mountain and an unreachable sun."

"The teachers in Wenying Palace were full of praise for Shu Yuan."

"One light shines alone, and all other lights are dimmed."

"My grandmother said that she had never seen a young genius as intelligent as Shu Yuan."

"Who can remain indifferent to light?"

"Either destroy or integrate."

"No one would have thought that Shu Yuan and the prince would..."

Lord Lerong hesitated to speak, evading the question, and continued, "Shu Yuan entered the palace with a pure body, and scholars all over the world denounced him for his self-degradation and regarded him as a disgrace."

"Master Yu expelled Shu Yuan from his school and no longer acknowledged that he had ever had a disciple named Shu Yuan."

"You may have heard of these things."

"I want to talk about the former courtesan and the brewer on the inclined bridge."

Lu Mingchao's heart was beating wildly.

"She has come a thousand miles to the capital."

"Three months after Shu Yuan entered the palace after purification."

"According to the time, she must have rushed on the road as soon as she heard the news."

"She didn't see Shu Yuan, and Shu Yuan didn't even know she was coming."

"She ate vegetarian food, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and wore vegetarian clothes at Chengchan Temple, prayed for Shuyuan's blessing, and copied Buddhist scriptures a hundred times."

"For half a year."

"Leaving Beijing in the snow and wind at the end of the year."

"She's dead."

"She smashed all the wine on the slope and set herself on fire."

"Mother once discussed the brewery lady with grandmother."

"My mother said that the brewer was praying for a peaceful and comfortable life for the rest of her life."

"My grandmother said that the brewer was mourning the loss of the past and wishing to help the souls of the deceased go to the Pure Land and rest in peace."

"She is coming, Shuyuan doesn't know."

"She died, and Shu Yuan didn't even know about it."

Does Shu Yuan really not know?

Lu Mingchao asked himself.

The three characters Yixiqiao appeared in Shu Yuan's manuscript.

Lu Yao asked with a smile, "What horse are you riding? Which sloping bridge are you leaning on? Who are you waiting for?"

Shu Yuan smiled and replied, "All matters in life are about the east, west, south, and north. A glass of wine can make you lively."

Maybe Shu Yuan found out later.

"My grandmother warned me not to be like Emperor Jingxiang or Shu Dajian."

"We could have gotten along well with each other, and left our names in history, passing down our good reputation for generations to come."

"In the end, a stigma will haunt you for the rest of your life."

"If he is not buried alive with the dead, there is no place for Shu Dajian to go in the world."

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