The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 27: Didn’t sleep tonight

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Yu Wenyun didn’t know how the poetry meeting would end, because she took the poem and went up to the fifth floor.

"I told you before, my little friend is very human."

Mr. Qin looked at this poem, stroked his long beard, and said with a smile: "How can a person who can say that he has a heart for the heaven and earth, a destiny for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations, can be fake? ”

"He, he said such a sentence?" Yu Wenyun was extremely shocked, even more shocked than when he first saw this song "Drunk Tonight".

Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess studied under Shangguan Wenxiu at the Imperial Academy. Not only was she rich in education, but she had already entered the palace. She naturally understood the meaning contained in this sentence.

How could that sixteen-year-old boy have such a high level of understanding?

"Of course, I said it in front of me. I feel ashamed to say it. There was Shulan that night, and I asked him, what do you think the purpose of reading is. My original intention was to enlighten him and allow him to meditate. Study, don’t be obsessed with those little things.”

Old Qin laughed at himself, "Who knew he would say these words after counting his breaths, which makes me ashamed. I have already compiled a book for Lord Shangguan, and I privately think that this sentence can enter the holy knowledge and be learned by students all over the world. The general outline. ”

"It's a pity that my little friend is not interested in an official career. He said he wanted to study the study of objects. He also said... There are thousands of roads in the world, and they all need someone to walk them. I think about it carefully, and what he said makes sense. So. , I don’t think it’s strange that he doesn’t come to the poetry meeting, because the Tao is different.”

"But the poem he sent is a masterpiece in the literary world."

Old Master Li was speechless. He had taught Fu Xiaoguan. He did not persist for a month before he resigned on his own initiative. There was nothing else, just because rotten wood cannot be carved.

He has also heard rumors that Fu Xiaoguan's two poems were plagiarized. But now that Mr. Qin said it himself, he couldn't help but believe it, but it was hard to believe it.

"Grandpa Qin, so... Fu Xiaoguan is really talented?" Yu Wenyun asked again.

"He has great talent! You will see it."

"There is really friendship between him and Shulan?"

Qin Bingzhong thought for a while and said with a smile: "This is a personal relationship between children. How can an old man like me understand it? But my little friend should be somewhat interested in Shulan."

"Just because of this poem?"

"It's not this poem, but the day before Shulan left Linjiang, Fu Xiaoguan wrote a farewell poem for Shulan, the meaning of which... Shulan should know."

Yu Wenyun's eyes sparkled and he asked curiously: "What kind of word is it?"

"If it is sung, Linjiang will be a sensation again. It was written for Shulan. I have seen it because I was there, but I dare not read it out without Shulan's permission. I hope your highness will understand. ”

Yu Wenyun pursed his lips and asked with a smile, "So from what you see, Grandpa Qin, is Shulan interested in the young master of the Fu family?"

"It's hard to say. After all, my little friend is from a merchant family, and Shulan is the daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs. I know Dong Kangping, who has a strong family concept, not to mention that there is Yan Xiwen in Beijing."

……

The song ends and everyone disperses, and peace is restored in Shanglinzhou.

Yu Wenyun was outside Biye, looking at the stars and moon with the river breeze blowing, his eyes flashing. After a long time, he made up his mind.

"I'm going to Fu Mansion tomorrow."

"What did you say?" Yu Hongyi exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down! I'm going to Fu Mansion early tomorrow morning."

"What are you doing?"

"...He was very drinkable that day, buy some wine from him."

It was night, and Yu Wenyun wrote a letter to Dong Shulan. In the letter, she wrote about that person and the poem. Of course, she kept the original manuscript of the poem, and she would chuckle every time she read it.

Because that word... is so ugly.

She sat by the river. There was no one on the river. The river wind was a bit strong, rumpling her clothes and messing up her hair.

She held her knees with her hands, as if she was a little cold. If someone sees it, the first feeling will be loneliness.

The fishing boats on the river had turned off their lights, and it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Her mind was a little confused, as if there were thousands of threads that she couldn't sort out, and it was still messy.

I thought about a lot of people and things, and finally fell on the young man named Fu Xiaoguan.

So far, she has not seen Fu Xiaoguan, but for some reason, she can already picture Fu Xiaoguan in her mind.

Born into the royal family, no one understands her loneliness. Even her best friend Dong Shulan does not know the secret deep in her heart.

This is not the city, but the dream she had at the age of seventeen.

……

Go to Jinling, Wuyi Lane, Dong Mansion.

Dong Shulan leaned on the building and looked into the distance. The lanterns in Wuyi Lane were still on and would stay on until dawn. However, the night had already washed away the bustling street, and now it became cold and peaceful.

Her elbows were leaning on the railing, and her chin was placed on the palm of her hand. Her eyes were not focused. The fifteen-year-old girl with haircuts felt an extra sadness in her heart.

She was originally very smart, but when something happened to her, she became a little slow, or rather unwilling to think about it.

I have to think about it.

Today the chess piece fell outside the chessboard, which meant that I missed him.

This was the first time that this feeling had appeared. Even when faced with so many young talents in Beijing, she had never been so out of control, not even Yan Xiwen.

In just over twenty days, Linjiang had only had a few real contacts with him. Could it be that he was conquered like this?

Dong Shulan still made it clear where his true intentions were directed.

Rationality told her that it was impossible for them to do so, not only because of the gap in status, but also because of their parents' prejudices. Even though he was extremely wealthy, he was still a merchant. In the eyes of his mother, he was at the bottom of society.

But Benxin told her that she liked him, and there was no reason.

If I have to give one reason, it would be the poem he wrote.

She took out the page from her sleeve and looked at the dim light in the corridor.

Linjiang Fairy. Send a book to Lanyou

Where can I send my free love after farewell?

Early orioles and early swallows love each other.

Today, I am wandering and recalling that time. My thoughts are wandering, and I know the moon is falling and the flowers are falling.

When I was a child, I didn’t know the road to the river, but I clearly ended up in Wuyi.

In a hurry, I was just about to say something, but the fragrant dream disappeared, and the window turned white with the sound of chicken.

……

The lights on the second floor of the small courtyard of Fu Mansion are still on.

After listening to Chunxiu's story, Fu Xiaoguan praised the little girl very much and said that if anyone falsely accuses your young master in the future, you will give him a hard blow!

Then he continued to read the book. Then Chunxiu found that the manuscripts were missing and asked: "Where are the manuscripts I compiled?"

"Sent to Shulan, she will send it back."

"Oh... Master, keep writing, I want to read it too."

"Okay, I'll write when I have time."

"Oh."

"Okay, you go and rest, I'll watch it for a while."

It was late at night, Chunxiu thought for a while, went to the kitchen to get a bowl of poached eggs and brought it in, "Master, I'm going to bed."

"Go ahead."

Fu Xiaoguan ate poached eggs and read a book until he memorized the Chunyang Heart Sutra completely.

Looking up, the window turned white and there was a sound of chicken.