On a cold rainy night, the cold wind blew outside the palace. Lanterns were placed under the drizzle to illuminate the Dragon Head Garden. The light scene in the distance was so beautiful.
“So beautiful.”
Chu Ling, who walked out of the hall, faced the cold wind and looked at the lights in the distance. He smiled slightly and said, "Yan Nian, how about we walk back?"
"Everyone listens to the young master."
Xiang Yannian raised his head and answered, but there was doubt on his face. He thought for a moment and continued: "Sir, do you really want to leave now? Those two poems just now... attracted a lot of praise. The honorific title of banished immortal, you can
…”
"Let's go, it's just a false name."
Chu Ling walked forward with her hands behind her hands, soaked in the drizzle, and said as she walked: "You have to remember one thing, why do people live in this world? Do they live with the crowd? Or do they follow the path that they stick to?
Just like me, I don't value the false reputation that everyone in the world cares about, so certain worldly rules will not affect me. If I want to be free and carefree, I can do it.
Yannian, everyone has a different path to take, and everyone is unique.
You are still young, so you may care more about these things. When you figure out the path you have chosen and are willing to pay for it, you will understand a lot."
Xiang Yannian nodded half-understanding.
"What a wonderful word! I really didn't expect that I would be able to see such a masterpiece that has been passed down from generation to generation in Longshou Villa!"
"What the third princess said before is true, this is really banishing an immortal!"
"Rong Zhuguo, please read out these two poems quickly and find out who wrote them."
"That's right, what's the point of this competition? Isn't the winner of the literary battle obvious at a glance?"
"Yes, if you can't win Wen Dou, I don't know who is more qualified."
Behind him, in the brightly lit palace, loud noises could be heard. Chu Ling, who was walking on the steps, heard the noisy noises and shook her head with a smile.
Fortunately, I left first.
Otherwise, if you are exposed to such an environment, your ears may not be able to bear it.
Chu Ling's pursuit of fame and fortune is not strong. Otherwise, Chu Ling would have chosen to appear at the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society. From a different perspective, she would have looked at the issues differently.
Coming to Longshou Villa to attend the cultural banquet, Chu Ling could see certain phenomena. There were deep battles and games hidden among the top circles of Feng Dynasty.
Chu Ling didn't want to be treated as a puppet. He just wanted to live each day as he pleased and not waste his time. If he was willing to help Su Shisan, it was up to Chu Ling.
"Where is this guy Chu Ling?"
In the noisy hall, Huangfu Jingyu glanced at the crowd in front of him, but did not see Chu Ling's figure. He only saw Su Shisan still standing where he was, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The intuition in her heart told her that the two poems just now must have been written by Chu Ling. Apart from Chu Ling, Huangfu Jingyu could not think of anyone else who could have written them.
Like the other seven poems, it cannot be said that they are not good, after all, they were written by those masters, but the traces are too obvious, and Dugu Sheng is the only one who missed this point.
When the Four Sages of Zhushan first reviewed the poems, they saw the problems with these poems at a glance, which is why they came up with these. Even though they are owed a favor, this does not mean that they are willing to be used by Dugu Shengli.
"Princess, do you want to leave?"
Seeing her princess coming down, Lian Xin hurriedly stepped forward to greet her, "Rong Zhuguo wants to announce..."
"Where's Chu Ling?"
Huangfu Jingyu interrupted: "The winner of this literary battle has been decided, and it must be Su Shisan."
"Master Chu is gone."
Lian Xin endured her surprise and hurriedly replied: "The immortal the princess said was..."
When saying this, Lian Xin looked at Su Shisan. Lian Xin was deeply impressed by his outstanding performance in martial arts.
"The person who banishes the immortal is the one who banishes the immortal, and the winner of the literary battle is the winner of the literary battle."
Huangfu Jingyu'e frowned slightly and walked forward, "Let's go with me to see Chu Ling. I have something I want to ask him."
The recitation of the two poems focused the attention of the crowd on Dugu Sheng on the terrace. They wanted to know who the banished immortal was.
When Huangfu Jingyu left, he didn't attract much attention.
"Princess, that seems to be Mr. Chu."
After walking out of the palace, Lian Xin looked somewhere, stretched out her hand and said, "But Mr. Chu seems to be..."
"It's Unkaibu's Unkawa."
Huangfu Jingyu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked there.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Yun Chuan held up an umbrella to protect Chu Ling from the rain.
"Chu Shixian, Wen Dou is about to reveal the truth, why did you leave early?" Those smart eyes looked at Chu Ling, "Isn't Chu Shixian curious, who is the banished immortal mentioned by the third princess?
Who?"
"Not curious."
Chu Ling smiled lightly and reached out to take the oil-paper umbrella, "I'll do it."
Yun Chuan's jade cheeks are slightly red.
Seeing Yun Chuan like this, Chu Ling felt a little sad, remembering that before the fight started, Yun Chuan danced, the noble girl of the Yun Hai tribe, but she didn't have any freedom in the world.
"Did Chu Shixian come to Longshou Villa without taking a car?"
Yun Chuan lowered his head slightly and said to Chu Ling: "If Chu Shixian doesn't mind, I'll ask A-Tuo to drive Chu Shixian back."
"That's annoying."
Chu Ling said: "The dance you just performed was beautiful. It can be seen that you are very attached to your hometown."
Yun Chuan's face changed slightly, and there was a complicated expression between his brows.
"I haven't thought about taking on a disciple, but Chu thinks that the master will want to take on a female disciple."
"What does Chu Shixian mean?"
Yun Chuan raised his head in surprise and looked at Chu Ling in disbelief. Originally, she had given up and felt that Chu Ling would not accept her as his disciple.
"I want to become a master and take on a disciple."
Looking at the surprised Yunchuan, Chu Ling said with a smile: "But there is nothing missing from a apprenticeship. I wonder if you are willing to be Chu's junior sister?"
"Yes, yes."
Yun Chuan's eyes were slightly red, and he said emotionally: "Is Chu Shixian really willing to take over as a master and accept a disciple?"
"certainly."
Chu Ling nodded and said: "In three days, you can come and have a drink. After the apprenticeship is over, I will teach you the lessons so that you can return to Beiting early."
Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
The blockage in Yun Chuan's heart found an outlet at this moment.
"Master~"
Heliantuo and the others standing nearby, all of them tall and round-waisted, couldn't help but burst into tears. No matter who saw this scene, they would be surprised and shocked.
"Lian Xin, keep an eye on Chu Ling for me in the next few days." From a distance, when he heard the announcement in the palace that the winner was Su Shisan, he saw Yun Chuan and his entourage and started to cry. Huangfu Jingyu's eyes widened.
Squinted slightly.
"promise!"
Lian Xin, whose heart could not calm down for a long time, now looked at Chu Ling under the rain curtain, recalling what her princess had said before about the ice-snow and smart Lian Xin. She seemed to have guessed that the immortal that her princess said was the Chu Ling who left early.
After all, she knew how talented Su Shisan was.
However, what makes Lian Xin even more curious is why Chu Ling chose to help Su Shisan. The key is that such a masterpiece is presented in the name of Su Shisan. Wouldn't the name of banishing the immortal also be given to Su Shisan?