When the sound of the flute sounded, the darkness and cold wind in the Lu mansion faded away.

All the frost mixed with blood melted away.

Doors, windows, walls, corridors, furniture... everything has returned to its original appearance.

At this time, Gu Xu raised his head and found that the clouds that blocked the sky had also disappeared, revealing the distant night sky and the dazzling galaxy.

With the pale starlight, Gu Xu roughly saw the furnishings in the house of "Suxueyuan".

There is a table beside the window, and there are four treasures of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table. The bookshelf by the wall are even full of old books.

Green veils hung on the window.

Through the veil, you can vaguely see the pond and the Jiuqu Stone Bridge.

There is no magnificence, only the fragrance of books is simple and elegant.

"It is worthy of being the residence of 'Fairy Suxue'," Gu Xu commented in his heart. "If it were in the summer when lotus flowers bloom, this place would probably look like a fairyland."

However, in this room, he did not find the figure of the "Jinghong Pen" weapon spirit.

"The little girl said that she would wait for us at the destination," Gu Xu thought silently, "Can we need to meet some conditions before she will appear?

"Or, what is hidden in this room is not the spirit of the weapon, but the essence of the 'Jinghong Pen'?"

A bold guess appeared in his heart.

Then he walked into the house and began to look for clues.

His eyes first fell on a portrait on the wall - it was a fine brushwork with delicate lines and soft colors, drawing a woman with simple clothes and gentle smiles.

Because Gu Xu had already kept all the information related to the Lu family in Qingzhou in mind, he easily recognized that the woman was Lu Huan's concubine and Lu Shiyao's biological mother.

Gu Xu remembers that the information mentioned that after her mother died, Lu Shiyao was quiet and speechless and depressed; and in this room, she hung her mother's portrait in such a conspicuous position.

"It seems that this lady Lu's relationship with her mother is very deep!"

Then, Gu Xu walked to the wooden desk.

On this dusty table, there is a yellowed rice paper, and half of the poem "Qingpingle" is written in small regular script with delicate hairpins.

The contents are as follows:

"The cold rain has just cleared, and the yellow flowers are shattered all over the ground.

"The fragrance has disappeared in the remaining lights, and it is no longer as beautiful as the old days."

There is only the first verse, but no second verse.

And the last few words were written a bit sloppy - it seemed that the author was forced to interrupt halfway through.

When Gu Xu finished reading this half of the song "Qing Ping Le", he felt a sad breath coming to his face, as if he saw the scene when the Lu Family Building in Qingzhou fell.

If "tragedy" means tearing the beauty apart for people to see, then this half of the poem is undoubtedly in line with the so-called tragic beauty, and also in line with Lu Shiyao's character of "a melancholy graceful poet".

"Will the third test set by the spirit of the 'Jinghong Pen' be to make me complete this poem?" Gu Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and guessed, "According to the literary youth's temperament of that pen, he might indeed make such a request."

However, although Gu Xu had countless excellent poems in his mind, it was difficult for him to complete other people's works.

"This is simply a difficult situation for Wen Zhuan Gong," he complained in his heart.

…………

Gu Xu was not in a hurry to write the lyrics.

He planned to calm down and collect more clues.

So he carefully opened the drawer of the desk and found that there were countless flower papers of different colors scattered inside, with beautiful handwriting on them.

He took out a piece of flower paper from it and read it carefully.

I saw that it said:

"On the eighth day of the second month of Xingde, the sky was gloomy today and it was raining lightly. I found a kitten in the bushes next to the yard. It was injured in the leg, limping, meowing, as if crying. I think it must be very painful.

"I went to the family's pharmacy to get some herbs and gauze to bandage it's wound. Xiao Miao was very disobedient at first and kept moving, but when I straightened out its hair, it gradually calmed down. I hope its injuries can recover soon!

"However, that night, Aunt Zhou discovered that I had taken away herbs at home. She scolded me hard and did not allow me to have supper. My stomach was so hungry that I was rumbled. Oh, if I had known, I would have hidden some of the lunch meals in the house."

...

Gu Xu remembered that Lu Shiyao died in the eighth year of Tianxing at the age of eighteen. Based on this calculation, in the thirty-nine years of Xingde, she was just a nine-year-old girl.

At that time, her mother had just passed away, which was the most difficult time she was in the Lu family.

Gu Xu sighed softly and took out another piece of flower paper from the drawer.

...

"On April 18, the first year of Tianxing, it is really a terrible thing to deal with people in this family.

“Because I have never remembered human faces and it takes a long time to match people’s faces with names, I often make a fool of myself in front of others and get scolded by my elders.

"Today, my father's two colleagues came to visit Lu's mansion. I accidentally recognized the Minister of Personnel, Lord Zou, as Minister of Revenue, Lord Wei, which made my father very unhappy.

"In addition, Lord Zou gave me a box of snacks before leaving, and I happily accepted them. After all, I have always liked to eat snacks.

"But my father said I was 'very ignorant' and asked me to refuse again and again, which was in line with the etiquette of interpersonal communication.

"Oh, why is the interaction between people so complicated? Isn't it better to be simple and straightforward?"

...

After reading the content on this flower note, Gu Xu couldn't help but think: I always thought that Miss Lu was a cold and arrogant talented woman, but I didn't expect that she was not only a social phobia, but also a face-blind person.

Then he took out the third flower note from the drawer.

...

"The first lunar month of the second year of Tianxing. Today is the third anniversary of my mother's death. I only remember this day in the entire Lu family. So I drew a portrait of my mother and hung it on the wall.

"Although my life is lonely, I believe my mother has been watching me in the sky and blessing me."

...

"I am still not qualified to participate in the Lantern Festival at the Lu family this year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the fourth year of Tianxing. However, I am very happy to have a book and inkstone accompany me, hanging lanterns and guessing riddles in the remote courtyard.

"It's much more interesting to celebrate the festival with a friend than tossing out various complex etiquettes with a large group of people and saying a bunch of boring polite words."

...

"June 28, 2018, 4th year of Tianxing. Today, I found a dead butterfly in front of the window. Its wings were wet with rain and looked very miserable. I buried it on the edge of the rockery behind the house, wrote a poem for it, and then built a simple tombstone for it with branches.

"Shuyan thought I was too emotional and sad. I told her that this butterfly that died silently made me think of my mother and myself."

………

"On the third day of the twelfth lunar month of the fifth year of Tianxing, I successfully passed the test and became the owner of "Jinghong Bi". My father held a banquet for me and invited guests from all walks of life to participate; Mrs. Lu, Aunt Luo, Aunt Zhou, and Aunt Wu... also came to congratulate me enthusiastically and gave me a lot of snacks as gifts.

"But I'm not happy. Because my mother couldn't see her daughter's success in her own eyes."

...

"On the sixth day of the first lunar month of the sixth year of Tianxing, I successfully entered the third realm and obtained the supernatural power of "wisdom eyes". With this supernatural power, I can identify whether the people around me are lying, see whether everyone comes into contact with me out of sincerity, and also see the good and evil deeds that everyone has done.

"Shuyan thought my supernatural powers were useless and did not help much in practicing.

"But I have used this magical power to see clearly this dirty and hypocritical world.

"For example, the truth that my father said in front of each concubine, 'You are the person I like most'; for example, my father's student named Tang Hui, although he was a humble gentleman on the surface, he had a tyrannical personality in private and often beat his wife and children..."

...

"October thirteenth of the eighth year of Tianxing. My father was about to be executed for committing treason. Everyone believed that he had secretly colluded with the Northwest barbarians and intended to rebel.

"But my father told me that the truth was not the case - in fact, he accidentally discovered a secret from the emperor, angered the emperor, causing the emperor to kill him.

"By relying on the supernatural power of 'wisdom', I infer that he did not lie.

"As for what the emperor's secret is, he refused to tell me if he beat him to death."

...

"The eighteenth day of the first lunar month of the ninth year of Tianxing. I didn't expect that after a person died, he would have a second life in this magical way.

“But I’m very hungry. I want to have a snack.

“No, I want a soul.

"I want the human soul."

...

"On the sixth day of the fifth month of the 18th year of Tianxing, Ah Hong said that this generation of young people was too bad. No one could pass the test she set.

"I told her, there is no need to worry. It will be no late for a gentleman to take revenge."

...

"October 26, 23rd year of Tianxing. Today, a young man named "The Young Master Changsheng" came to Lu's house.

“Ah Hong said he is very handsome.

"But I have never recognized human faces, I don't know whether he looks good or not, I only know that his poems are well written.

"After the poetry meeting, I really wanted to talk to him about why he could write such passionate and heroic poems. Unfortunately, I never had the courage to take the initiative to say hello to a strange boy."

...

After reading this, Gu Xu took a deep breath and put the flower paper back into the drawer.

At this moment, in "Suxue Garden", the green gauze cabinet is automatically without wind, as if there is someone.
Chapter completed!