The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 8: See you for the first time

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Dong Shulan and his party did not stop along the way, and they arrived at Xishan Villa at noon.

After hearing the report from the guards in the outer courtyard, Senior Officer Fu was silent for a few breaths. His little eyes rolled around for a few times before he stood up and walked out.

This little girl is amazing!

As Dong Shulan, she only needs to send someone here, and Fu Daguan has to rush back to Linjiang to meet him.

But she didn't do this, but came in person.

Of course Fu Daguan understood his intention, but he did not want to go into this muddy water, so he left Linjiang City on the excuse of the Dragon Boat Festival. He originally wanted to go back in ten days, but the Linjiang matter has been decided, so there is nothing left for him. It's over.

Fu Xiaoguan sat still, but when he heard the name Miss Dong Shulan Dong, that face appeared in his mind.

I have seen countless beauties in my previous life, but this is the first time in my two lives that such a pure, natural and pollution-free beauty has appeared.

It's just that beauty is a disaster. At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan is just amazed and has no other thoughts.

Getting up and pouring water to wash the tea, Fu Xiaoguan made a new pot of tea,

After all, he was the little master, so he didn't want to avoid it, so he just made a pot of tea and showed his friendship as a landlord.

Looking towards the Moon Gate, Fu Daguan bowed slightly in front to lead the way, and Dong Shulan came behind, wearing white clothes and a white scarf on his face.

"Please!" Fu Xiaoguan smiled and extended his hand to signal but still did not get up.

Dong Shulan's eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan's face. It was a clean and delicate face, with a natural and generous expression. There was no trace of nervousness at all, and of course there was no trace of fear or guilt.

Chun Xiu arrived later, holding two pages in his hands. He thought about it and handed it to Fu Daguan.

"Xiu'er, go prepare lunch and wash the dust for Miss Dong."

Fu Xiaoguan gave the order casually without stopping.

The fire is blazing on the table, the water in the pot is boiling, and smoke is lingering.

Open the lid, wash the tea, and make the tea. After a while, he poured the tea, handed a cup to Fu Daguan, and then handed a cup to Dong Shulan. He put a cup in front of him and looked at his father.

You are talking, this scene is a bit awkward.

Dong Shulan didn't speak either. She was thinking about the intelligence she had collected these days... There seemed to be some mistakes in this intelligence.

However, she has personally experienced what Meng Lang was like in the past. This is undeniable, but at this moment, he behaves very calmly - he is so scheming and cannot be underestimated.

Fu Daguan said with a smile: "The daughter of the Minister of Finance comes to the humble house, and the flowers are shining brightly. Come, come, miss, please have some tea... Actually, if the miss wants to see me, she only needs to bring a message, and I will be lucky. I will definitely go back to Linjiang immediately. The young lady is really upset and embarrassed."

Dong Shulan opened the facecloth and took a sip, then put down the cup and said with a smile: "The master of the Fu family is the richest man in Linjiang. How dare this little girl invite you by word of mouth? On the contrary, the little girl came uninvited. I hope the master of the Fu family will forgive me."

The two complimented each other for a while, but not a word was true. Fu Xiaoguan listened indifferently, occasionally smiled, and never stopped pouring the tea.

During this period, Fu Xiaoguan didn't speak again. Dong Shulan occasionally glanced at him. Of course, this was just to clear up his own confusion. This confusion was not solved, but he became more and more confused.

Then her eyes fell on the paper that Fu Daguan casually placed on the stone table, and she frowned slightly, with a gentle expression, and no one saw it.

This word... is ugly, but it is framed extremely well and has a unique taste.

Seeing Dong Shulan looking at the two words, Fu Daguan smiled and said: "What my son did last night, Miss is a scholar of heaven and earth, can you give me some advice?"

Dong Shulan picked up the two pages.

Originally it was just a show, but if necessary, she would not hesitate to give a few compliments against her will.

Just...

Her expression suddenly became serious. Fu Daguan was very concerned about this matter and felt a little nervous.

He doesn’t understand poetry either. He just reads it catchyly, but he doesn’t know what the level of these two poems is.

"The mountains and the singing eyebrows are narrowed, the waves are the same... drunk eyes are flowing."

"Tourists all go to the thirteenth floor...the thirteenth floor?"

Dong Shulan chanted in a low voice unconsciously, his brows becoming more solemn.

"...whose water tune sings. The sound flies around the green mountains, leaving behind clouds at night."

"What a sound, it flies around the green mountains, and the clouds linger in the evening..."

She did not raise her head, and read carefully again, occasionally pausing in thought, but her face became more and more joyful, and then she raised her head.

She raised her head 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 out the second page.

"The moon in the north of the Yangtze River fills the west building in the clear night."

"When the clouds fall, the ice spits out the mirror, and the jade sinks into the hook deep in the waves. When does the moon waning? When does the moon waning?"

"The stars are far apart, and the wind and dew are entering the new autumn. The red osmanthus does not know how to shake, and I hate it. Su'e should believe that we are separated and sad. The sky is long together."

"We are together in heaven..."

Time seemed to be settling 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: "Excuse Shulan for being abrupt, these two poems... were both written by the young master?"

Fu Xiaoguan nodded slightly, "Miss, it's funny."

"Why does this poem have no word tag?"

"Looking at the river... north, the moon in the north of the river"

"This is the Ci Pai rule of Wangjiangnan."

"Well," Fu Xiaoguan nodded, "It doesn't matter, it can be anywhere from Jiangnan to Jiangbei. It's just that I wrote Jiangbei, so I just call it whatever I want."

"How can poetry be arbitrary?" Shulan seemed to have forgotten the purpose of her trip, and had also forgotten that the young man in front of her, Meng Lang, had a real rivalry with Fu Xiaoguan two months ago.

Fu Xiaoguan smiled bitterly and touched his nose, "Okay, then let's call it Looking at Jiangnan, Jiangnan Moon... The first sentence was changed to Jiangnan Moon, and the west building is full of people in the clear night."

"So...very good!"

"It's a pity that I only saw this Nangezi at this moment. If it had been included in the Linjiang Poetry Festival last night, Mr. Fu's name would have spread throughout Linjiang."

"Ah, I had a feeling last night. Miss Dong praised me so much that I feel ashamed. Come on, come on, please have tea."

Fu Daguan was stunned for a while, but he understood one thing. His son's two poems were of extremely high quality. His heart was in full bloom, and he ordered the butler Chuck behind him: "It's so exciting that I should be aware of it. Go get the Xishan wine and invite the distinguished guests to taste it."

Dong Shulan didn’t know anything about Xishan Qiongjiang, but her mind was still on these two poems, because these two poems were so good.

"Master Fu, please clear up my doubts. Visitors all go to the thirteenth floor. What does the thirteenth floor refer to?"

Fu Xiaoguan complained in his heart, and he was struck by lightning after pretending to be so.

He touched his nose again, "I like thirteen... This is an imaginary number. You can also understand it as standing high and seeing far."

Dong Shulan frowned, thoughtfully.

The thirteenth floor... is really high. Just imagine if you stand on the thirteenth floor and look around, you will have a panoramic view of the world. This reflects the poet's broad mind and the freehand brushwork of standing between heaven and earth.

Just imagine, if all visitors went to the third floor, the momentum would be gone.

What a thirteenth floor, wonderful!

In fact, the Thirteenth Floor was originally a scenic spot in Hangzhou in the Song Dynasty in the previous life, but Fu Xiaoguan didn't know if there was such a place in this world, so... he was just making up the story. So, Dong Shulan successfully made up that place in his head. This scene, and its sublimation, caused her to completely change her view of Fu Xiaoguan.

Dong Shulan believes that poets all use poetry to express their inner thoughts, and Fu Xiaoguan is certainly no exception.

Yesterday at the Dragon Boat Festival, Fu Xiaoguan stood in the building and wrote these two poems. Nan Gezi. The word "tour appreciation" is borrowed from the Dragon Boat Festival travels, and uses freehand brushwork to describe the heroic spirit of the literati listening to music and drinking. Reading makes me feel enchanted. The poet is thinking about climbing to the thirteenth floor and admiring the world. This is his great wish.

As for the word "looking at the south of the Yangtze River", the poet expresses his feelings with the moon, and the sentence style is abrupt and steep, and the meaning of the word is very original. Savor it carefully, you will have a long aftertaste, its elegance and ease are unforgettable!

"The red osmanthus does not know how to shake and hate, Su'e should be sad to say goodbye, and the heaven and the earth are together for a long time..."

"Young Master... a great talent!"

Dong Shulan stood up and gave Fu Xiaoguan a blessing. Fu Xiaoguan quickly stood up and held up his hands, "I don't dare to take this!"

"The young lady has a merciless request. I wonder if the young master is willing?"

"Miss, please speak."

"I like these two poems very much. Can you copy them?"

"Of course no problem."

"In addition...this word?"

"Ah, I wrote it."

"Oh, this word sounds...free and easy."

……

About the incident two months ago when Fu Xiaoguan stopped Dong Shulan at Linjiang Tower and said, "My dear lady, I want to marry you!" and the subsequent incident in which Fu Xiaoguan was thrown into a mountain stream by Dong Shulan's bodyguards. Both of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention this matter.

Of course, on the one hand, there is no need to mention the current situation, but on the other hand, Dong Shulan does not want to mention it again.

Because she couldn't put the boy in front of her of the boy two months ago together, she could only blame it on Fu Xiaoguan drinking a lot at Linjiang Tower, and she was extremely confident about her appearance.

On such an occasion, Fu Xiaoguan took advantage of the drunkenness to see her face and said those words. She was very angry at first, but at this moment... she felt that it was the young man's true temperament.

But, are Linjiang’s legends about this young man all false?

Although the two poems changed Dong Shulan's view of Fu Xiaoguan, they never caused other thoughts.

What's more, she has already grown hair, and the people who come to Shangshu Mansion to propose marriage... are really like crucian carp crossing the river.

This was something she didn't like to see, so she sneaked to Linjiang and borrowed the decree from the eldest princess of the Yu Dynasty to select the emperor's merchants in Linjiang.

The table is filled with exquisite dishes.

The three of them sat down and Chunxiu poured wine.

"This is my son's new brew, named Xishan Qiongjiang. Please taste it, Miss."

The aroma of wine was strong, and Dong Shulan laughed as soon as he smelled it.

Miss Dong from the Shangshu Mansion is well-read in poetry and books, and is beautiful and intelligent. All the powerful people in Kyoto know this. However, except for a few people in the Shangshu Mansion, no one knows that Dong Shulan likes to drink, and... is not drunk.

"This... I thank the Master of the Fu family for his kindness. Shulan is not good at drinking, but the smell of this wine is very attractive. It is very different from the wine in the market. It is even stronger than the Tianxiang. Shulan, I will try it briefly."

So Fu Xiaoguan knew what shallow taste was.

Dong Shulan took off the hijab. Even though Fu Xiaoguan was prepared, he was still shocked by the alluring appearance. Then Dong Shulan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, had a little aftertaste, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah...Shulan lost his composure, just because the wine is so beautiful. This is...made by Mr. Fu? Mr. Fu can also make wine?"

"Understand a little bit..."