Chapter forty-ninth also sheltered from the wind and rain
"Mr. Liu Mingzhi of Jinling Liu Mansion dedicated a poem "Looking at the Sea Tide·Southeast Formation Victory" to Ms. Su Weier Su of Penglai Tower"
The servant was about to take out the manuscript and send it to the cabin, but was stopped by Li Yugang: "Brother, please wait a moment. Can I have a look at it before sending it to the cabin?"
The servant hesitated for a moment, then Li Yugang took out a piece of broken silver and threw it on the table. The servant's expression immediately changed: "Old sir, as long as you don't waste time, it's okay, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Miss Su."
Li Yugang picked up the paper manuscript on the table and read it. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became: "Jiangnan is beautiful, Jiangnan is beautiful. Is there any poem that is more beautiful than the Jiangnan described in this poem?"
After reading "Looking at the Tide: The Victory of the Southeast", Li Yugang repeatedly thought about the last sentence, "Waiting to praise Fengchi" and gradually revealed a mysterious smile: "I never expected that the dandy boy whose reputation spread throughout Jinling would have such ambitions, Fengchi!
, is this the ambition to become the number one scholar?"
Li Yugang casually took out the Four Treasures of the Study, compared it with the paper manuscript left by Liu Mingzhi, and started copying it. The original manuscript of such a superb poem was no longer available. It is a habit among literati to copy it and appreciate it carefully.
Copying, comparing, and learning are all very common things.
"What, isn't Liu Mingzhi of the Liu Mansion the famous playboy? He can also compose lyrics? It can't be a poem like "A Goose in the Sky," right? In that case, it will be another good story about the Jinling Mansion."
"Of course it's him. There are several Liu Mansion and several Liu Mingzhi in Jinling, but this dude really doesn't know how high the sky is. Li Peichao, Song Yi and others are famous talents in the south of the Yangtze River. He"
"Hey, you can't say that. The ancients said that scholars should treat each other with admiration after three days apart. But I heard that Mr. Liu went to Dangyang Academy to study hard."
"If you say that others may turn over and become a dragon, I believe that the possibility of Mr. Liu turning over is very slim."
"I agree with what the brother just said, don't always look at people through the cracks in the door. Although Mr. Liu is a bit unbearable, Mr. Liu's tutor is very strict. Mr. Liu may really make people look up to him.
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When the women in the cabin heard that Liu Mingzhi would actually write a poem for Su Weier, they immediately started chirping.
Xue Bizhu touched Su Weier, who was still lost, with his arm: "Sister Wei'er, that Young Master Liu dedicated a poem to you."
Su Weier was in a daze: "Brother Zhi? Are you helping me?"
"Sister Wei'er, what are you mumbling about? What brother?"
Su Weier's face regained a trace of vitality, and she shook her head slightly: "Nothing, you heard wrong. Send Kerr to get the lyrics. In any case, whether the poems are good or bad is someone else's decision. You can't
Careless treatment.”
"Sister Wei'er, are you too anxious? What good words can Mr. Liu Mingzhi come up with? Even a three-year-old child in Jinling knows this kind of poem: a goose in the sky, a river on the ground."
Su Weier didn't know what she thought of, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "The person who once said he would protect me, even though he has a terrible reputation, he used to protect me from the wind and rain."
"Sister Wei'er, don't be afraid. These big black dogs are nothing. Brother Zhi will kill them for you in a moment."
A boy about seven years old, wearing children's clothes, was protecting a little Luoli with a bun and a colorful skirt behind him.
Little Luoli Su Weier just grabbed the boy's sleeve: "Brother Zhi, Weier is afraid, I want to find daddy."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Where is Brother Youzhi? My father said that no matter what happens, I will protect you."
Little Luoli supported the limping boy, who kept sobbing. The boy wiped the scratches on his cheek with his sleeve. Every time he wiped it, the corners of his eyes twitched in pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"Sister Wei'er, don't cry. Brother Zhi said he would definitely protect you."
Little Luoli looked at the tooth marks on the boy's arm: "Brother Zhi, does your wrist hurt?"
The boy puffed up his weak chest and said, "It doesn't hurt. Dad said, the man won't shed tears if he bleeds. He'll be fine in a few days."
"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict that Ling Daoming, the governor of Suzhou, did not want to be loyal to the country, serve the court, and be a good shepherd of the people. At the time when the court was employing people, he turned out to be ambitious, colluded with bandits, and rebelled against the court. His heart is worthy of death. Ling Daoming should be removed immediately.
As the governor, he was imprisoned and tried. After the trial, he was executed on the spot. Because his children were young and young, and had never participated in the banditry, his son Ling Yang was sent to the border army, and his daughter Ling Wei was sent to the Jiaofang Division to uphold the principles of the court. Qin
this."
"My lord, Ling Daoming, accepted the order and thanked you for your kindness."
"Dad, dad, let's go to Uncle Ling's house. I miss Sister Wei'er."
"Your sister Wei'er has gone to visit relatives. How about Zhi'er go to study first? If you study more, sister Wei'er will come to see you."
"No, I want to see sister Wei'er. I don't study."
"You little bastard, you want to rebel."
The boy's cries came from Liu Mansion, and he kept wailing.
"Dad, I met sister Wei'er at Penglai Tower today, but she said she didn't know me."
"You bastard, who allowed you to go to a place like a brothel with fireworks? Ling Wei is the daughter of a provincial governor. How could she appear in a place like Goulan Courtyard? You are wrong. They just look alike."
"Impossible, I will never admit my mistake. Her name is also Wei'er. How could there be such a coincidence? She must be sister Wei'er."
"You little bastard, I'll beat you to death, you little beast. Her surname is Su, and your sister Wei'er's surname is Ling. It's because you are confused. You are not allowed to set foot in Penglai Tower in the future, otherwise I will take care of you."
The young man walked into the study stubbornly and doubtfully.
"Sister Wei'er, the paper manuscript is here."
Ling Weier suddenly came back to her senses, and eagerly grabbed the manuscript from the hand of the maid Ke'er, and read it eagerly. Several other women also looked over, wanting to "appreciate" Liu Dashao's work.
The lyrics are so mind-blowing.
Su Weier looked at the gorgeous words and the astonishingly thoughtful handwriting on the manuscript, her bright eyes became foggy, she dropped the manuscript and ran behind the screen.
"You have ambitions to become the No. 1 scholar, but Wei'er is a prostitute. Brother Zhi, in eleven more years, will you still recognize me?"
Su Ruyu's peerless face also showed a look of surprise: "Is this really the kind of lyrics that Mr. Liu who recited "A goose in the sky, a river on the ground" in front of all the talented people in Jinling can write?"
Liu Ruyan also blinked her eyes: "Back then, he spent tens of thousands of dollars to try to meet me, but my little sister refused. I didn't expect him to hide so deeply."
Qin Wan'er curiously looked at Su Weier who was hiding behind the screen: "Could it be that Mr. Liu bought this poem or was ghostwritten by someone else?"
Huang Lingyi patted the girl who spoke unabashedly: "Wan'er, don't talk nonsense. You must know that literati are the most proud. How can someone who can write such poems sell lyrics, and how can they ghostwrite for others?
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"Sister Lingyi, I was wrong."
"I'm going to Fengchi to praise my ambition to be the top scholar. With these words, the number one oiran must be Sister Wei'er."