Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

When Su Qiutong went downstairs, she saw Sun Shangwu's face was red. He was obviously drunk. She was furious.

"You bastard, where did you go to drink again? You're already drunk, what are you doing here!"

"Qiu, Qiu Tong, look what this is."

As Sun Shangwu spoke, he stood up shakily and took out a paper roll from behind.

"Humph! You want to cheat me of my calligraphy and paintings again? Forget it!"

Sun Shangwu smiled confidently and said, "Take a look first and decide whether to change it or not. It's up to you."

Seeing this, Su Qiutong grabbed the paper scroll in confusion, and before she opened it, she said, "No matter what tricks you play, it's useless."

As she spoke, she opened the paper roll and glanced at it.

Sun Shangwu was pointing and talking beside them.

"I'm telling you, this character recognizes 'xian', this character recognizes 'yun', this character recognizes 'fei'..."

Su Qiutong was stunned after reading just two sentences.

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world. When the golden wind and jade dew meet..."

Su Qiutong stared at the paper blankly, tears slowly filling her eyes. She saw the words written on it:

"Shangwu presents Qiutong"

"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness."

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, bear to look after Queqiao's way back."

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?"

Signed by: Fengyin Jushi.

This handwriting and this writing style are undoubtedly authentic.

As she read, Su Qiuting shed two lines of tears, which fell right on the paper.

Seeing that her tears had wet the paper, Su Qiuting felt distressed and quickly wiped them away with her sleeve.

Then he carefully rolled up the paper and gently placed it on the desk.

After doing all this, Su Qiuting, with tears in her eyes, threw herself into Sun Shangwu's arms and cried loudly.

"Wuwuwu, Wulang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wronged you, wuwuwu..."

Sun Shangwu was shocked.

I thought to myself that my brother is indeed an expert in gynecology, and the medicine really cured the disease. The effect is so good.

"Tong'er, don't cry, don't cry. I don't blame you. Sigh, it's all because I've been too busy lately..."

"Wu Lang, stop talking. If love is long-lasting, why should we be together day and night? Just do your thing. I won't be willful anymore. I'm sorry, Wu Lang, wuwuwu..."

Su Qiuting lay in Sun Shangwu's arms and cried bitterly, and Sun Shangwu was stunned.

Does this work?

No need to ask for leave anymore?

Can I just skip work?

Gynecology brother, gynecology brother, why didn’t I meet you earlier.

"Tong'er, that calligraphy and painting..."

"Since Bihe likes it, Wu Lang can take it. It was Qiu Tong's fault before. I'm sorry that Wu Lang was embarrassed. Wu Lang, hit me, wu wu wu..."

When Sun Shangwu heard this, he was overjoyed and picked up Su Qiuting.

"Hey, I learned a new move from Feng Yin today. I guarantee that Tong Er has never tried it before."

"Wu Lang, stop it. Yunxiang is still in the room."

"Yunxiang, don't go. Come here. Brother Fengyin said that it's more fun when someone is watching."

"Wulang, this is not good."

"Hey, listen to me, Yunxiang, come here."

"Takeru~"

"Don't move, Yunxiang, turn over..."

……

A quarter of an hour later.

"Hahahaha, brother, you never lie to me!"

……

The next morning.

Sun Bihe was very happy when she took the calligraphy and painting handed to her by her father.

When I heard from my father that Mr. Feng Yin was a young boy, I was even more delighted.

After her father left, Sun Bihe took down all the calligraphy and paintings in the house and hung the Mulanhua Man in the most conspicuous place.

"Miss, you have been reading for a long time. What is this poem about?" the maid Xiaochan asked curiously.

Sun Bihe was in a much more cheerful mood today. She smiled and waved to Xiaochan:

"Come, Xiaochan, come here and I'll tell you."

"If life could just stay like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind make the fan sad?" means that if everything in life could stay at the beautiful moment of the first meeting, then all the sadness later would not happen.

"Fans are favored in summer but left unused in autumn. He compared himself to a round fan abandoned in the autumn wind. Do you understand?"

"I see, miss. This sentence is really well written."

"Well, good, really good. The following line, "After the conversation at Mount Li, the night was half over, and the rain and bells never complained, depicts a past in which they had a deep conversation and tears. Even though they finally separated, he still had no regrets."

"How about the unfaithful man in brocade clothes? The wish of being together forever is a question to the unfaithful man, and the regret for the former lover who broke his vow. Looking back on the wish of being together forever, it has now become empty."

"I have only pointed out the general meaning of the poem, but I cannot express even a fraction of the artistic conception of the poem, which can only be understood, not expressed in words."

"Miss, although I don't understand poetry, I know why you like this poem so much."

"Oh why?"

"Because this Feng Yin hermit looks alike to you, Miss, are you... um?..."

"Don't run, you bastard Xiaochan. I'll let you talk nonsense and I'll hit you."

"Miss, you seem to be in a much better mood today."

"Don't run away..."

……

Sun Shangwu managed to handle both issues and was in a good mood.

Thinking that his brother was still suffering in prison and it would be boring to go to Fengyuefang alone, he thought about going to the county government to rescue him.

County Magistrate Zhao was practicing calligraphy in the backyard of the county government office. When he saw Sun Shangwu walk in with a rosy face, he smiled and said:

"It looks like your family is at peace now, brother."

"It's all thanks to my brother's help, hahaha."

"You have done it. My family is in chaos. It's so lively."

"Ah? What's going on?" Sun Shangwu was shocked when he heard this.

Zhao Dezhu kept moving his hands while saying:

"It's Zi Yan again. She didn't eat last night and she didn't eat this morning either. She insisted that I release that damn Feng Yin Monk. What do you think is going on?"

"I don't think it's a big deal, Brother Zhao, just let him go." Sun Shangwu said immediately.

"Alas, if the laws are not strict, evildoers will run rampant. If the execution is not strong, the legal system will be empty words. Only by impartial and strict law enforcement can the affairs of the world be in order. As the ruler of a county, how can I sacrifice the public for personal gain?"

County Magistrate Zhao's father was a second-rank official in the court. Both father and son were upright and had bad tempers.

Sun Shangwu understood that this was an attempt to stop him from speaking, so he couldn't force it and said with a wry smile:

"Brother, I want to ask a doctor to go to the prison to take a look, what do you think..."

"This is simple."

County Magistrate Zhao agreed immediately and turned around and said:

"Zhu Zi, take the doctor to check on Chu Wen's injuries, and then arrange his cell to make him as comfortable as possible."

Sun Shangwu didn't know what to say after hearing this, so he chatted:

"Brother, you don't know that Chu Wen is truly a prodigy. Not only is he an excellent poet and painter, he is also well versed in the secret arts of the boudoir. Even I am ashamed of myself for not being as good as him. You said he is so young..."

When Magistrate Zhao heard this, his face changed drastically, and he turned around and shouted, "Awang, go and guard the young lady quickly, and don't let her get close to the cell."

"My lord, the young lady left early in the morning."

"What! Why don't you find her for me? Go to cell A first! Go quickly! If she doesn't come back, tie her up and bring her back!"

……

Cell A.

Chu Wen was lying on the ground, eating a mung bean cake, and said to a girl squatting outside the iron fence:

"Zi Yan, Zi Yan, what a good name. Your mother must be called Zhao Xiang Lu."

The girl looked confused: "Why?"

Chu Wen thought to himself, when the sun shines on the incense burner, purple smoke will be produced. This is not something you should teach to children.

"My guess."

"Haha, you guessed wrong. My mother's name is Shi Dangwu."

"At noon? Then your father must be called Chu He."

"Haha, you guessed wrong again. My father's name is Zhao Dezhu."

"Can it be covered? This name is quite fresh."

"Brother Chu, I'm so happy to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, let's sleep together sometime."

The girl was simple-minded and seldom interacted with others. When she heard these words, she felt shy but also a little excited, and she actually started to giggle.

Mingde Sanren next door was going crazy. He widened his eyes in disbelief and stared at Chu Wen without even looking at the girl from beginning to end.

Qiu Tong

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