Da Cang night watchman

Chapter 168 Those 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 very surprised: "Sister Chen... Sister Chen really isn't this type, why did she say 'it really is'? Could it be that these extremely beautiful descriptions were made by someone else?"

Lu Youwei's heart agitated: "Phoenixes don't keep company with crows, giant dragons don't keep company with fish and shrimps, young master is such a talented person, it seems that he is surrounded by outstanding people... Liu'er, go and inform me."

Liu'er entered Yixianyuan and informed.

The dark night in the sky and the green clothes looked at each other, and they both saw vigilance in each other's eyes. Damn, this little girl is really here. Is this to increase the rhythm of a sister?
Hurry up, put down the green clothes, and An Ye thoughtfully helped her tidy up the crumpled clothes...

When Lu Youwei came in, Lv Yi smiled sweetly, saluted her, and thanked her, after all, she just received such a valuable piano...

Lu Youwei returned the salute to her, not daring to be careless.

Qu Xiu and Lu Youwei sat down, and the green clothes poured tea for them. The posture was absolutely elegant, and the two girls also returned their salutes. At this moment, the three girls are all ladies, and even if you use a magnifying glass, you can't find the slightest difference between them Where the rules are.

Lu Youwei said to Lin Su: "Mr. Lin, my brother offended you that day, and you really deserved it. Regardless of the previous suspicions, you released your brother from the shackles. The little girl dared not come to thank you."

Lin Su smiled slightly: "Miss Lu is so polite...On the western mountain that day, the butler of your house stood up against the pressure and rescued me from the siege. I haven't thanked him yet."

"Speaking of Xishan, first of all, I should thank you. Because of your kindness and hard work, Youwei has gained a three-point reputation. I am grateful, but also afraid..." Lu Youwei's heart thumped when she thought of Xishan Pounding wildly, this day was her highlight moment, this day was the moment when the real dream blended with reality, and for the next few nights, she was addicted to it and couldn't get out.

It's really like what Bi Xuanji said, from now on, the dream of a beautiful woman is full of burial flowers.

Lin Sudao: "The talent of a person is like a cone in a bag. Even if the time goes by, it can't stop it from showing itself. It's all due to Miss Lu's own brilliance. How dare Lin take credit for it?"

Lu Youwei sighed softly: "Even if a woman is talented, it still depends on the tolerance of the world. If everyone has a heart like a young master, then why...Crying in Zhongzhou for ten miles in the wind?"

Changfeng ten miles crying Zhongzhou?
Lin Su pondered: "A song of new poems and tears, two hearts in the wild and three autumns, and another festival in the distance at Qingming Festival, crying in Zhongzhou in the wind and ten miles... The ever-changing and changing Xie Xiaoyan seems to be a person with a story. Her story follows the Does her talent matter?"

Exactly!

Xie Xiaoyan was born in a scholarly family, and she liked poetry since she was a child. But when she was 15 years old, her family was in trouble, and she lived in a brothel. Bottom line, I also got to know Mao Pi, a literary genius in Xiling, and the two agreed to be together in this life.

At that time, Xuanji and I both blessed her, thankful that she finally found her own home.

But a year ago, a poetry meeting changed everything.

This poem meeting was proposed by Mr. Mao. At the poetry meeting, Mr. Mao's long poem surpassed all the heroes. It was originally a very happy ending, but Xie Xiaoyan drank too much wine that day, and Mr. Mao's poem just happened to touch her , she blurted out a poem, causing everyone to look at each other in dismay. This poem is even better than Mr. Mao's!
From then on, people all over the world ridiculed Mr. Ma, saying that he was not as good as a brothel girl. Mr. Ma couldn't stand such rumors, so he abandoned her, and spread everywhere that she was a lowly woman who could do everything she could.

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 since that day.

That's why there is "there is another festival in the Qingming Festival, and the wind is ten miles away and weeping in Zhongzhou"...

Lin Su felt infinitely emotional: "Talent is originally a bonus item, but it falls on her, but it is the root of tragedy. It is really sad... What about Bi Xuanji? What stories does she have?"

He seems to have asked this question inadvertently, but asking this question is what he really wants to talk to Lu Youwei about.

Because of the death of the Seventh Prince, he suspected that Bi Xuanji did it.

Lu Youwei didn't notice him at all, and 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, there was a Buddhist woman wearing hair who was practicing Buddhism in Lingyin Temple. Peerless, Lu and Xie met her purely because of their liking for poetry.

In this world, there are too few women with certain attainments in poetry and prose. When fellow travelers get together, the relationship is closer than others, but that's all. She didn't deliberately inquire about Bi Xuanji. After all, he is a Buddhist disciple. Pay attention to the four things are empty, everything in the past, you have to let go...

Fomen!

Lingyin Temple!
Lin Su's heartstrings were touched quietly.

Can a person who practices Buddhism wearing hair be connected with the "shadow technique" of Tianming Daomen?

Also, isn't there a young monk in Lingyin Temple?The little monk saved Sister Chen and Lvyi in an extremely dangerous situation, and he couldn't bully him because he was a child, so he didn't come to thank him.

He was busy with the layout some time ago, so he put this matter down first. In a few days, he has to go up and meet him for a while.

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After chatting about these gossips, Lu Youwei chatted with Lvyi, and the two talked about the rhythm. Lu Youwei is a very intelligent woman. Because she is weak and sick, she doesn't go out too much. She spends almost all her time in the boudoir. She is looking for fun. Just reading, books are all-encompassing, including books on rhythm.

Talking about this with Lvyi, the two became confidantes of each other, and the more they chatted, the more relaxed they became.

Gradually, there is a feeling of seeing each other late.

Chatting and chatting, several women wanted to play a song in green clothes, but green clothes couldn't resist, so she took them to her room, picked up the pipa on the table, and before she started playing, she suddenly noticed something strange about Lu Youwei.

Lu Youwei was struck by lightning holding a few pieces of paper...

This is the manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions". The young master wrote five chapters. An Ye and Sister Chen have read it. She was worried about losing the manuscript. After they had read it, she carefully put it away and put it in her room. Lu Youwei saw it .

"This is... is this the young master's new book?" Lu Youwei's voice trembled.

On the west mountain that day, he recited a song called "The Song of Burying Flowers", which is the top of seven colors and has been handed down for generations. He told her that this poem is a passage in his next book, and he promised her that once this book is written, Come out and show her.

From that moment on, she looked forward to seeing the book.

She even told her eighth grandpa, I know that my life is not long, and the only hope in this life is to be able to read this book written by him.

It can be seen how important this book is in her heart.

Now, seeing this book in the room with her own eyes, she can't wait for a moment to read the contents carefully...

Both Qu Xiu and Qu Juan were shocked.

They are the owners of the yard, separated from Lin Su by one or several walls, but they don't know that Lin Su wrote the book.

Lin Su's novel is the common expectation of the whole world!

A copy of "Legend of the White Snake" was born out of nowhere, with exquisite story setting and a love affair that is beautiful to the bone, and one person monopolizes one issue, so that everyone in the world can truly feel another layer of charm of words.

Afterwards, countless literati tried to imitate him and wanted to write novels, but so far, no one has been able to imitate the charm of his novels.

Therefore, everyone is looking forward to his second novel.

Among these expecting people are Miss Dahu, noble ladies from deep palaces, even people from Lower Riba, and of course the Qu family sisters.

Qu Juan had begged her sister many times, and you told the third son to let him write a novel, but she was scolded by her sister, and her uncle was going to have a palace exam soon, how dare you let him be distracted?
That's all.

Today, a novel has actually been published.

"Yes! This book is called "Dream of Red Mansions". Although the young master promised Miss Lu that he would show it to Miss Lu, but...but the book is not finished yet..."

Lv Yi could only decline.

How could Lu Youwei bear it: "Sister, can... can you let me take a look first? Or, I will make an excerpt, and I will copy it now..."

The green clothes had no choice but to come out and ask Lin Su for instructions. Lin Su was fine, wasn't it just a few pages of manuscripts?Anyway, I promised her, just give it to her.

When Lu Yi came back, she was still reluctant to part with the original manuscript. Fortunately, she had been copying it all the time, so she gave the copy she copied to Lu Youwei.

Lu Youwei's heartbeat was almost unbearable, she didn't even listen to the pipa, and hurried back home, she wanted to read this novel alone for the first time.

In the heavy rain, Lu Youwei tightly grasped the dozen or so pages of the manuscript, and wanted to open it countless times, but she still held back, and quickly entered the mansion, bumping into her father Lu Shuizhou head-on, Lu Shuizhou looked extremely excited, Seeing Lu Youwei, he grabbed her shoulder suddenly: "Your brother said that Wenshan is loose, has the Wendao contract been terminated?"

"Reporting to daddy, brother's contract has indeed been terminated!"

Lu Youwei's answer passed into the study room, and Lu Yujing, who was circling nervously in the study room, roared, full of infinite joy, and Lu Shuizhou's face suddenly turned red: "Okay! That's great! Youwei, good daughter, you are really good to my father." Daughter... Daddy will contact your grandfather right now to make him happy too... Hahahaha..."

The whole Lu Mansion was filled with joy.

Lu Youwei bid farewell to her father and returned to her boudoir. With excitement and trembling hands, she slowly let go of the manuscript in her hand and spread it out on the table.

""A Dream of Red Mansions", I would like to pay tribute to this encounter with Xishan with this book..."

Lu Youwei's face turned red...

"The first episode of "Dream of Red Mansions" "Zhen Shiyin's dreams and psychic knowledge, Jia Yucun's wind and dust embraces a lady", was trapped in the southeast that day. In this southeast corner, there is a place called Gusu, and there is a city called Changmen, the most wealthy in the world A place of romance. There is a Shili Street outside Changmen, and there is a Renqing Lane in the street. There is an ancient temple in the alley. Because the place is narrow, people call it the Calabash Temple. Next to the temple lives a hometown eunuch, surnamed Zhen. His name is Fei, his style name is Shiyin..."

Lu Youwei was quickly drawn by the story and stepped into a blurred world...

This world is so vivid, yet so moving, when she saw Lin Daiyu, the name she had been thinking about all along, she also suddenly saw a passage: "Two eyebrows that seemed to be frowning but not frowning, and a pair of eyebrows that seemed to be happy but not frowning. The eyes are full of joy. Two dimples are worrying about the state, and the whole body is full of tenderness. The tears are a little bit, and the panting is slightly. The quietness is like a beautiful flower shining in the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind..."

Lu Youwei panted softly, and there were tears in her eyes. Just now at the door, she met Sister Chen, and the inexplicable words that Sister Chen said came from here...

This is what he specially used to write about her. It's not that poetry is better than poetry. Every word exudes the charm of words, and exudes a scholarly fragrance that is more fragrant than spring tears...

She was completely obsessed, she didn't remember the wind and rain outside the window, she didn't remember where she was, she only remembered a little girl named Lin Daiyu who stepped into the Rongguo Mansion...

Above the Golden Palace, Lu Tiancong frowned, listening to the disaster reports from all over the world. 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 a bridge, and the relevant situation can be reported to the capital at any time.

This was originally the best thing in the officialdom, but Lu Tiancong would rather not have such a convenient communication tool.

Because of the news from the thirteen states in the southern country, every piece of news made his scalp tingle.

In Zezhou, [-] people were killed and injured, and [-] houses were destroyed...

Zhongzhou suffered 30 casualties, and seven market towns were completely submerged...

There were 18 casualties in Dongzhou, and even the magistrate's mansion collapsed...

Roads are damaged, farmland is flooded, livelihoods are difficult, and disaster relief is urgently needed...

One memorial asks for money, two memorials ask for money, and three memorials ask for money and food, all of them!All of them!

How much money can the court have?How much grain can there be?
What's even more frightening is that the rain is still falling, and the disaster situation is still getting worse step by step...

The emperor sitting on top of the golden palace, his face was always blue.

Some of the ministers around me said that we should immediately dispatch troops to block the intersections to prevent the refugees from changing. , will definitely be robbed...

As the prime minister, Lu Tiancong was dizzy from the noise.

In the end, a consensus was finally reached, a three-pronged approach, one is to pay close attention to the situation in various places, the other is to prepare disaster relief supplies and select capable officers to provide disaster relief as soon as the rain stops, and the third is to prepare the four barracks in the central region to suppress the riots of the people at any time .

This is the annual disaster relief process, and it has not changed every year.There is no technical content.

But the candidates for the Minister of Disaster Relief are extremely hotly contested, why?The Minister of Disaster Relief is a good job. On the one hand, he can get the reputation of the people, and on the other hand, he can also earn a lot of money.

Don't talk about the year of catastrophe, what to do as an official, that's all lip service, who doesn't get some benefits in actual actions?
It's finally over, Lu Tiancong left the Golden Palace, looked at the sky full of wind and rain and let out a long sigh, it's really not a good day, no good people, no good things...

Suddenly, he received a summons from home.

Lu Tian's shock was no small matter, the gloom all over his face was swept away suddenly, the word void shot across the sky towards Lu's residence, even the usual sedan chair was spared...

(End of this chapter)