The horse carriage entered through the side door of the Su residence and coincidentally bumped into Second Uncle and his entourage who were on their way home after drinking till they were seventy percent drunk. They asked Su Tan'er about what she had seen and heard that night, whether she had enjoyed the poetry meet to her heart's content, and so on. Su Tan'er responded with a few words as usual.
At this time, many poems were still being circulated around the city. Shuidiao Getou was an excellent work, but it was still impossible for it to really cause a sensation or gain the reputation of being the best poem of the night. The reprimand of Kang Xian over at the Still water poetry meeting had not spread out. In the eyes of ordinary people, the top poems were almost the same. In the eyes of ordinary people, the poem was good, but compared to Cao Guan, Li Pin and the others, perhaps it was only similar. Or perhaps because of the reputation of these scholars in the past, they would regard Shuidiao Getou as a little worse. Only those who were truly knowledgeable could clearly perceive the profound meaning and returning to the natural state of the poem, and feel the distance.
Su Zhongkan was only discussing business with people tonight, visiting prostitutes, drinking wine and so on. He did not care much about poetry, and things like Ning Liheng had naturally not reached his ears. After exchanging a few words of greeting, the uncle and nephew parted on the road. Su Tan'er and her servants returned to the small courtyard where they lived. Except for the big lantern outside the courtyard that was still lit, the courtyard was quiet, and only the moonlight sprinkled down like water from the sky.
Su Tan'er cast a few glances at the darkness of the room on the second floor. Xiaochan asked, "Miss, are we going to call son-in-law — —"
"No, he's already asleep, don't wake him up. Chan'er, get some warm water up, Xing'er, Juan'er, go to bed early — — Chan'er, if you still have the energy, can you tell the story son-in-law told you? "
Chan'er nodded with a smile, and Juan'er and Xing'er also hurriedly raised their hands.
"Miss, Miss, we're not sleepy."
"We also want to hear it."
She looked at the two maidservants snappily, then smiled and said, "Then come along as well. Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've heard a story. "
"I remember when we were young, Miss would hold a book and tell us stories …"
"Yes, yes, I still remember …"
The girls chattered among themselves. Then, Su Tan'er went upstairs. Juan'er and Xing'er helped Chan'er to boil some warm water. Then, they went upstairs with a wooden basin and a towel.
The lights of the city in the distance gradually quietened down. In the quiet courtyard, the warm yellow light floated in the window on the second floor, reflecting the silhouette of the master and servant chatting and laughing in the room.
After an unknown period of time, the night became much darker. The three maidservants finally came out of the room, closed the door, and went downstairs. After returning to her room, Chan'er closed the door and gently leaned against it. She held her chest with both hands, raised her head, and took a deep breath. There was a complicated expression on her innocent little face. Happiness, doubt, fear, longing, and all sorts of other emotions.
Su Tan 'er had taught her many things. Therefore, in her heart, she was not a pure and innocent person. She also had her own thoughts. However, these thoughts were always for the sake of the people and things that she liked. For example, the Young Mistress, the Su Clan, and now, Ning Liheng.
In the past, she could refute Elder Qin at the chess stall for the sake of the Su family. During this period of time, she had interacted with Ning Yi. Ning Yi's personality was indifferent, but he had a humorous side to him. When he did things — although he did not do anything serious — he seemed to be able to handle things easily, and he treated her kindly. Naturally, she liked him.
On the other hand, towards Miss, he not only liked her, but also gratitude and other emotions. In short, he liked her very, very much. She understood Miss's troubles in the past, and roughly knew what Miss liked. Now that she realized that the son-in-law was not the bookworm she had heard before, she would naturally consider the marriage between him and Miss. If they liked each other and naturally walked together, that would be the best. She did not have to do much, just let Miss see and know about the son-in-law, and let the son-in-law know how good Miss was — this was her job as a personal maidservant.
She knew that Miss liked poems, but the ones that the son-in-law had written in the past were naturally not good. Sometimes, she even felt that the son-in-law had written those things on purpose as a joke. Tonight, when she saw the poem that the son-in-law had composed, although she was not knowledgeable, she could still feel that the poem was good. It was as if she had found a treasure. She immediately took the poem to the Pu Garden Poetry Conference, planning to find a time to let Miss see it. Then, when she saw Xue Jin coming over, she understood that he would find something, so she naturally took the opportunity to take out the poem. No matter what, this poem should be very good, and it would not lose out.
She just did not expect that in the eyes of those people, this poem would be so good.
If she had an accurate idea before, she would definitely not have taken out this poem so rashly. Now, it seemed that wanting to let Miss see the son-in-law's talent or whatnot had the opposite effect — it seemed that even Miss was scared. When they were on the boat, she was a little unprepared, so she also felt guilty. Originally, she only wanted to prepare a small surprise, but who knew that the surprise was too big and scared herself …
Sigh, how could it be like this …
The lamp swayed like a bean. Xiaochan, who was not very sleepy, sat at the table, thinking in distress with her hands under her chin. In her hands was the original manuscript of the song that Ning Yi had written for her, so she read it a few more times.
Son-in-law, it's good that you have talent, but you don't have to be so high … These things, how should Xiaochan tell you tomorrow …
It was indeed the son-in-law's fault.
She pouted, stretched out her finger, and gently poked at the rice paper twice. When she saw the last sentence, her face gradually turned red. Then, she carefully folded the paper again and put it back into the bottom of the drawer.
After blowing out the oil lamp, the little lass, whose face was getting hotter and hotter, slowly went to bed in the dark …
"Thousands of miles of beauty … hehe …"
*****
In the early morning, the white fog once again filled Jiangning City. The bright and beautiful sun rose from above the fog, spewing out the magnificent morning light.
When he woke up, Ning Yi felt refreshed, and his spirit had almost recovered. After resting for another day, he could go to class tomorrow. As for today's time, he could get some wooden figurines and sandbags from the guards. His body had been weak all year round, so he had to thoroughly exercise it.
The person in charge of the security seemed to be surnamed Zhang. Based on the current atmosphere in the Su family, Old Grandpa Su seemed to be taking good care of them. However, he had to consider whether it would be too much of a shock to Su Tan 'er and the others if he brought wooden dolls, sandbags and the like into the courtyard. As a frail scholar, it was fine for him to run a little, but if he suddenly said that he wanted to practice martial arts, they would probably treat him as a fool.
To let them accept that he was a little different from others, he had to take it slowly. This might be a little fast, he thought in his mind. Then, during breakfast time, while eating meat porridge together, he felt that Su Tan'er seemed to be looking at him with a strange look in her eyes.
After a few glances, Ning Yi put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked at his wife with a puzzled look, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Su Tan'er smiled and shook her head, "I just feel that Husband is in good spirits this morning."
"Oh, his illness should be better now, ahem … his throat seems a little dry, but after today, he should be fine and can go to the academy."
"It's good that you're fine. My husband might be very busy in the next few days."
"Busy?"
"Yes," Su Tan'er nodded, and without further explanation, she began to eat the porridge in a very ladylike manner. In his confusion, Ning Yi felt that the smile on her face was somewhat similar to Mona Lisa's …
What does she mean? Is the academy going to give me more work? Ning Yi speculated the possible meaning of her words in his mind. After finishing the porridge and returning to his room, Xiaochan shyly came to him and told him what happened last night. Finally, he accurately grasped the emotions contained in her eyes.
"I'm, I'm sorry, Young Master. Xiaochan originally just wanted to … just wanted to let Miss have a look, but that Xue Jin is so hateful …"
Ning Yi listened to her with a dumbfounded expression, and then his expression calmed down. After thinking for a while, he found it interesting and laughed.
"Oh, it's okay, it's not a big problem."
Seeing that he was not angry, Chan'er happily nodded and said, "Yes, Young Master's talent …" With a bang, Ning Yi's finger flicked on her forehead.
"Who said I'm talented? Don't say that to others in the future."
"… Oh." The little girl hesitated for a while, and then nodded.
"In this case, I won't go out today." Ning Yi thought for a while and smiled, "It seems that I have to be sick for a few more days …"
The sunlight shone in through the window. Ning Yi took a novel and walked to the bedside, ready to pretend to be sick. A moment later, he waved at Xiao Chan. Only then did Xiao Chan put down the uneasiness in her heart. She moved a Go box and a small table used for playing Gomoku from a corner of the house and jogged over happily …
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