Chapter 162 The Things About the Three Talented Women
She went out, Lu Youwei's eyes were so bright: "Sister, is Sister Chen also so eloquent?"
Qu Xiu was so surprised: "Sister Chen...Sister Chen is really not this type. Why did she say 'really'? Could it be that these extremely beautiful descriptions were said by others?"
Lu Youwei's heart was agitated: "Phoenixes don't associate with crows, dragons don't associate with fish and shrimps. Talents like the Young Master seem to be surrounded by outstanding people... Liu'er, you go and inform me."
Liuer entered Yixianyuan and reported.
An Ye and Lu Yi looked at each other in the sky, and both saw vigilance in each other's eyes. Damn it, this little girl is really here. Is this to add a sister's rhythm?
Quickly, she put down the green clothes, and An Ye also thoughtfully helped her tidy up the crumpled clothes...
When Lu Youwei came in, she smiled brightly in green clothes, saluted and thanked her. After all, she had just received such an expensive piano...
Lu Youwei returned the favor to her without daring to be careless.
Qu Xiu and Lu Youwei sat down, and Lu Yi poured tea for them. Her posture was absolutely elegant. Both women also returned the gift to her. At this moment, the three women are all ladies. No matter how you use a magnifying glass, you can't find any difference between them.
The place of rules.
Lu Youwei said to Lin Su: "Mr. Lin, my brother offended me that day, and I really deserved it. I ignored my past grudges and lifted my brother's shackles. This little girl dare not come to express my gratitude without a kiss."
Lin Su smiled slightly: "Miss Lu is so polite... That day on the Western Mountain, the housekeeper of your house stood up despite the pressure and saved me from the siege. I haven't even thanked him yet."
"Speaking of Xishan, I should first express my gratitude to you. Because of the good intentions of the young master, Youwei has gained a reputation. I am endlessly grateful, but also terrified..." Lu Youwei's heart pounded when she thought of Xishan.
Beating her head, this day was her highlight moment, this day was the moment when real dreams and reality merged. In the following nights, she was so addicted to it that she couldn't get out.
It is true as Bi Xuanji said, from now on, the dreams of beautiful women are filled with the songs of buried flowers.
Lin Sudao: "People's talent is like a cone in a bag. Even if time hides it, it will never stop it from standing out. It is all due to Miss Lu's own brilliance. How dare Lin take credit?"
Lu Youwei sighed softly: "Even if a woman has some talent, she will still be tolerated by the world. If everyone has such a big heart as a young master, why...weep ten miles away in Zhongzhou?"
The wind blows ten miles and weeps for Zhongzhou?
Lin Su pondered: "A new poem and tears, the two hearts are separated for three autumns, and they go to Qingming to worship each other at a distance, and the wind blows ten miles and weeps in Zhongzhou... Xie Xiaoyan seems to be a person with a story, and her story is
Does her talent matter?”
Exactly!
Xie Xiaoyan came from a scholarly family and loved poetry and Taoism since she was a child. However, when she was fifteen years old, her family fell into disgrace and she lived in a brothel. She gradually rose to prominence with her poetry and literary skills, which allowed her to keep her career as an artist instead of selling herself.
At the same time, he also got acquainted with Maopi, a literary genius in Xiling. The two of them had a mutual understanding and agreed to be together for the rest of their lives.
At that time, Xuanji and I both blessed her and were glad that she had finally found her own destination.
But a year ago, a poetry meeting changed everything.
This poetry meeting was proposed by Mao Gongzi. At the poetry meeting, Mao Gongzi surpassed all the others with his long poem. It was originally a very happy ending, but Xie Xiaoyan drank too much that day, and Mao Gongzi’s poem happened to touch her.
, she blurted out a poem, making everyone look at each other. This poem is better than Mao Gongzi’s poem!
From then on, everyone in the world laughed at the pretender, saying that he was not as good as a brothel girl. The pretender couldn't bear the rumors, so he abandoned her and spread the word everywhere that she was a lowly woman who could do anything for anyone.
Rumors spread that Xie Xiaoyan was desperate and committed suicide by jumping off the building. Fortunately, Xuanji arrived just in time. Xie Xiaoyan told Xuanji that she had been dead from that day on.
Therefore, it is said that "it is time to worship each other from afar again during the Qingming Festival, and weep in the wind for thousands of miles in Zhongzhou"...
Lin Su infinitely sighed: "Talent was originally a bonus, but it fell on her, but it turned out to be the source of tragedy. It's really sad... Where is Bi Xuanji? What story does she have?"
He seemed to ask accidentally, but asking this question was what he really wanted to talk to Lu Youwei.
Because of the death of the seventh prince, he suspected that Bi Xuanji was responsible.
Lu Youwei didn't realize he was there at all, so she told him frankly...
Bi Xuanji is a very mysterious person. No one knows where she came from. They only know that on a certain autumn day, a Buddhist woman wearing hair and practicing Buddhism suddenly appeared in Lingyin Temple. This woman came out of the secular world and was a poet.
Jueshi, Lu, and Xie met her purely because of their love for poetry.
In this world, there are too few women with certain attainments in poetry. When fellow travelers come together, the relationship is closer than with others, but that is the limit. She did not deliberately inquire about Bi Xuanji. After all, she is a disciple of Buddhism.
Pay attention to the four elements being empty, and let go of everything in the past...
Buddhism!
Lingyin Temple!
Lin Su's heartstrings were quietly touched.
Can a person who wears hair and practices Buddhism be connected with the "shadow art" of Tianming Taoism?
Also, isn't there a young monk in Lingyin Temple? This young monk saved Sister Chen and Lu Yi in an extremely dangerous situation. He couldn't bully others because he was a child and not come to thank them.
He was busy with the layout some time ago, so he put this matter aside for now. In a few days, he would have to go up and meet him for a while.
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After these gossips, Lu Youwei struck up a conversation with Lu Yi, and the two talked about music. Lu Youwei is a very smart woman. Because she is frail and sick, she doesn't go out much. She spends almost all her time in the boudoir. She finds pleasure
Even when it comes to reading, books cover everything, including books on music.
After talking to Lu Yi, the two became mutual confidants, and the more they talked, the more relaxed they became.
Gradually, there is a feeling that we meet each other too late.
While chatting, several women asked Lu Yi to play a song. Lu Yi couldn't resist, so she took them to her room and picked up the pipa on the table. Before she started playing, she suddenly noticed something strange about Lu Youwei.
Lu Youwei held a few pieces of paper as if she was struck by lightning...
This is the manuscript of "A Dream of Red Mansions". The young master wrote five chapters. In the dark night, Sister Chen read it. She was worried that the manuscript would be lost. After they all read it, she carefully put it away and put it in her room. Lu Youwei saw it.
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"This...is this Young Master's new book?" Lu Youwei's voice trembled.
On the Western Mountain that day, he recited the poem "Seven Colorful Peak" and half-stepped into the handed down "Ode to Burial Flowers". He told her that this poem was a section of his next book, and promised her that once the book was written,
Come out and show it to her.
From that moment on, she looked forward to reading this book.
She even told her Eighth Grandpa, I know that I will not live long, and my only hope in this life is to read this book written by him.
This shows how important this book is in her heart.
Now, she saw the book placed in the room with her own eyes, and she couldn't wait for a moment to read the contents in detail...
Qu Xiu and Qu Juan were both shocked.
They are the owners of this courtyard, and they are separated from Lin Su by just one or several walls, but they don't know that Lin Su has written a book.
Lin Su's, that is the common expectation of the whole world!
A book called "The Legend of White Snake" came out of nowhere, with its exquisite story setting and heart-stopping love affair, and one person exclusively owning one issue, making everyone in the world truly feel another layer of charm of words.
Since then, countless literati have tried to imitate and write about it, but so far, no one has been able to imitate his charm.
Therefore, everyone is extremely looking forward to his second book.
Among these people who are looking forward to it, there are young ladies from rich families, ladies from deep palaces, even people from the lower reaches of society, and of course the sisters from the Qu family.
Qu Juan had begged her sister many times, please tell the Third Young Master to let him write a book. She was scolded by her sister. Her uncle is about to take the imperial examination. Do you dare to distract him?
Just give up.
Today, someone has actually been born.
"Yes! This book is called "A Dream of Red Mansions". Although the young master promised Miss Lu to read it to her, but... the book has not been finished yet..."
Lu Yi could only decline politely.
How could Lu Youwei endure it: "Sister, can you...can you let me have a look first? Otherwise, I will make an excerpt, and I will copy it now..."
Lu Yi had no choice but to come out and ask Lin Su for instructions. Lin Su didn't have anything to do, it was just a few pages of manuscript. Anyway, he had promised her, so just give it to her.
Lu Yi came back, but she still couldn't bear to part with the manuscript. Fortunately, she had been copying it herself, and she gave the copy she copied to Lu Youwei.
Lu Youwei's heart was beating so fast that she couldn't even listen to the pipa. She hurried back home because she wanted to read this book alone as soon as possible.
In the heavy rain, Lu Youwei clutched the dozen or so pages of the manuscript tightly, wanting to open it and read it countless times, but she still held back, quickly entered the house, and bumped into her father, Lu Shuizhou, who looked extremely excited.
When he saw Lu Youwei, he grabbed her shoulders and said, "Your brother said that Wenshan was loose. Has he terminated the Wendao contract?"
"Reporting to dad, brother's contract has indeed been terminated!"
Lu Youwei's answer was transmitted to the study. Lu Yujing, who was circling nervously in the study, roared, full of infinite joy. Lu Shuizhou's face suddenly turned red: "Okay! Great! Youwei, good daughter, you are really a good father."
Daughter... dad will contact your grandpa right now to make him happy... hahahaha..."
The entire Lu Mansion was filled with joy.
Lu Youwei bid farewell to her father and returned to her boudoir. With her excited heart and trembling hands, she slowly let go of the manuscript in her hands and spread it out on the table.
""A Dream of Red Mansions", I would like to write this book as a tribute to this encounter in Xishan..."
Lu Youwei's face turned red...
"The first chapter of "Dream of Red Mansions" "Zhen Shiyin's dream is psychic, and Jiayu Village is pregnant with a lady". On that day, the land fell to the southeast. There was a place in this southeast corner called Gusu, and a city called Changmen. The most wealthy people in the world of mortals.
A romantic place. There is a Shili Street outside the Changmen, and there is a Renqing Lane in the street. There is an ancient temple in the lane. Because the place is narrow, people call it the Calabash Temple. Next to the temple lives a local eunuch, surnamed Zhen.
Name fee, courtesy name Shiyin..."
Lu Youwei was soon led by the story and entered a confusing world...
This world is so vivid, yet so moving. When she saw the name Lin Daiyu that she had been thinking about, she suddenly saw a passage: "The two eyebrows look like frown but not frowning, and the pair look like happiness but not.
Her eyes are full of joy, her eyes are full of emotions, her expression is full of sorrow, and her whole body is delicate and sick. There are a few tears, and she is panting slightly. She is as quiet as a beautiful flower shining on the water, and her movements are like a weak willow supporting the wind..."
Lu Youwei was breathing heavily, and there were really tears in her eyes. She met Sister Chen at the door just now, and the inexplicable words that Sister Chen said came from here...
This is what he specially used to write about her. It is not poetry that is better than poetry. Every word exudes the charm of words, exuding the fragrance of books that is more fragrant than spring tears...
She was completely obsessed. She couldn't remember the wind and rain outside the window or where she was. She only remembered that a little girl named Lin Daiyu stepped into Rongguo Mansion...
Above the Golden Palace, Lu Tiancong frowned, listening to the disaster reports from various places. In feudal society, the transmission of news was often very slow, but it was not absolute. At least in this world, the transmission of news was extremely fast because of the official seal!
The official seal is Qiao, and the capital can be notified of relevant situations at any time.
This was originally the best thing in the officialdom, but Lu Tian would rather not have such a convenient communication tool.
Because news came from the thirteen states in the South, and every piece of news made him feel numb.
Zezhou suffered 100,000 casualties and 30,000 houses destroyed...
Zhongzhou suffered 300,000 casualties and seven market towns were completely submerged...
Dongzhou suffered 180,000 casualties, and even the governor's mansion collapsed...
Roads are damaged, farmland is flooded, livelihoods are difficult, and disaster relief is urgently needed...
One memorial costs money, two memorials cost money, three memorials cost money as well as food, all of them! All of them!
How much money can the imperial court have? How much food can it have?
What’s even more frightening is that the rain is still falling and the disaster is getting worse step by step...
The emperor sitting on the golden palace had a green face all the time.
Some of the ministers around me said that troops should be immediately mobilized to block the intersection to prevent the refugees from suffering. Some said that protecting the people was better than protecting the river, and that we should provide disaster relief. Some said that the disaster was still continuing and disaster relief was not feasible. Once the supplies arrived,
, will definitely be robbed...
Since Lu Tian was the prime minister, he had been dizzy from the noise.
Finally, a unanimous conclusion was reached. A three-pronged approach was adopted. First, pay close attention to the situation in various places. Second, prepare disaster relief materials and select capable officers to provide disaster relief as soon as the rain stops. Third, the four military camps in the central part of the country were prepared to suppress popular uprisings at any time.
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This is an annual disaster relief process that never changes. It has no technical content.
On the other hand, there is an extremely fierce competition for the candidate of Minister of Disaster Relief. Why? Minister of Disaster Relief is a good job. On the one hand, you can get the reputation of the people, and on the other hand, you can also make a lot of money.
"Extreme Chaos Jue"
Don't talk about what you should do as an official in a year of great calamity. That's all just words. In actual actions, who doesn't get some benefits?
It was finally over. Lu Tiancong walked out of the Golden Palace, looked at the wind and rain in the sky and sighed, it is true that the sky is never good, people are not good, and everything is good...
Suddenly, he received a summons from home.
Lu Tian was shocked by this, and the gloom on his face was suddenly swept away. The word "void" shot across the sky towards Lu Mansion, without even using the usual sedan chair...