Behind the Golden Wind Pavilion, in Yuan Jin'er's room, Kou'er was vividly recounting what happened not long ago in the Old Rain Pavilion:
"... Then, when the Young Master Ning wrote this poem, those people were all dumbfounded. Xue Jin'er, who originally wanted to make things difficult for him, asked: Didn't you say that the Shuidiao Getou was made by a Taoist priest? Then Young Master Ning told him... hahahaha... Young Master Ning said, that day, that Taoist priest... huhuhu... recited, recited two poems... hahahahaha... "
As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Jin'er, who was lying on the bed and listening, also suddenly burst into laughter, convulsing: "Yun, Sister Yunzhu, this person is so funny..."
Yunzhu took the paper and looked at it. She knew Ning Yi, and couldn't help but recall the scene described by Kou'er in her mind. Thinking of Ning Yi's eclectic temperament, he really would do such a thing, she couldn't help but laugh.
Kou'er had always been somewhat supportive of Young Master Cao Guan. At this time, she was telling the story happily, but after a moment, she became slightly perturbed: "Miss, Sister Nie, this poem... is it really that good? Young Master Cao and the others' expressions were really strange. Miss, you said before that there were no rules in poetry competitions. Young Master Cao is the best, could it be that he really can't... "
Yuan Jin'er smiled, looked at the poem again, and after exchanging a look with Nie Yunzhu, she shook her head slightly: "According to the situation Kou'er described, after tonight, the title of Jiangning's number one scholar will be crowned by that Young Master Ning. Unfortunately... he is the son-in-law of a merchant family. " She frowned again, "Why would such a person marry into the family, could it be that he was forced by the Su family..."
In the past, because of his status as a son-in-law, people suspected that Ning Yi's poem was plagiarized. But this time, no one dared to doubt it anymore. Naturally, no one believed that the Daoist priest had recited two poems as a joke. Yuan Jin'er was puzzled. Hu Tao, who had been hesitating for a long time, tugged on Nie Yunzhu's sleeve and whispered, "Miss, could this Young Master Ning really be that Young Master Ning?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but Yuan Jin 'er and Kou' er heard her clearly. Their eyes widened. "Sister Yunzhu … knows that Ning Yi?"
Yunzhu thought for a while, then casually plucked the strings of the zither next to her. A few notes jumped out. After a while, she said, "If I say that he is the author of the song just now, what will Jin'er think?"
"Ah..." Yuan Jin'er was stunned for a long time. Thinking about that strange but pleasant song, she couldn't find a home in her mind. She looked at the green jade table in front of her. It was really pure and grand to the extreme, but outside the long pavilion and beside the ancient path, it was really deviant and eccentric. "If it is really like what Sister Yunzhu said, then it is really... a little strange..."
"Sister Nie, do you really know that Young Master Ning? What kind of person is he? Tell us about it … "
Kou'er leaned towards Nie Yunzhu. Nie Yunzhu looked at the poem in her hand, thought for a while, then slightly raised her head and looked at the corner of the room.
Yes, what kind of person is he...
Now that she thought about it, she couldn't describe it. When they first met, she fell into the river and dragged him down. When he rescued her, she was slapped in the face, but he didn't explain. Later, when they got along, they were so casual. Every morning, he ran around and talked a little when he stopped. Even though he had long heard of his reputation as a scholar, he did not consider himself to be a scholar in his every move. What he cared about every day were all strange things.
"It's just killing a chicken, no need to thank me."
"Charcoal... for writing..."
"It's just training the body … a useless scholar."
"If I can learn some martial arts or something... the kind that is very powerful in Jianghu..."
"Jia Lan Yu... can't wait for the elegant hall, but I like to hear it."
"Century egg... you can call it a rich egg or a jade egg..."
If she spoke of this to others, they might think this person was arrogant or something. But in contact, she only felt relaxed, a relaxed feeling that was different from all the other gentle scholars. Arrogance was something that only appeared when one was very proud of something. But she could feel that the other really didn't feel complacent about those things, nor did he feel disdain for everyone. It was just a feeling of indifference. What others liked, he didn't hate, but he didn't like it either. But speaking of which, in the months of contact, although the other had never really shown his romantic side in front of her, and as she had never mentioned it, it was undeniable that she still had some expectations in her heart.
When will the bright moon appear, holding a cup of wine and asking the clear sky... to what extent was the talent of the person who could write such a poem? In fact, Nie Yunzhu also had a little expectation in her heart. Even though she felt relaxed when interacting with Ning Yi's free and easy side, and also believed that this was perhaps his more real side, she still looked forward to the day when she could see the other side of him that belonged to the scholar.
It was only when he saw this poem that his mind began to picture the scene of the other party writing this poem. Everyone's taunts, obstructions, and obstacles, while he calmly faced them with a carefree smile … If only he could be there at that time …
Listening to Kou 'er's question and looking at the poem, such a strong thought suddenly arose in her heart. Outside, lanterns were as bright as day on the night of the Lantern Festival. He said in the restaurant that he had something urgent to do. She didn't know what it was, or where he was at the moment. She suddenly wanted to know all these things...
After a moment, Nie Yunzhu suppressed this emotion.
*****
After the clock struck midnight, Ning Yi and Xiaochan were on their way back. Xiaochan kept repeating the words of the green jade case, and occasionally asked, "Son-in-law, Son-in-law, what was that golden thread again?" Ning Yi would answer.
He felt a little bored, because after writing the poem, he still lost track of the person.
When he wrote the poem, he thought that this poem was really appropriate, especially in the situation where he had been following the female assassin. However, perhaps it was because it was too appropriate, or perhaps it was because of the last sentence, 'when I suddenly turn around, that person is in a place where the lights are waning', that attracted the female assassin's attention. When he followed Yu Xiaochan down, only after circling the area a few times did he realize that the female assassin had completely disappeared from his range of tracking.
Perhaps it was because of this appropriate poem that he had lost his tracks. He really hadn't thought of that. He wondered if it would be better to change it to "Looking back suddenly, that person is no longer in the dim light …" he thought mischievously at the time.
If the female assassin really became vigilant against him and persisted in looking for him, it would do more harm than good. Since things didn't work out, he might as well let it go. He and Xiaochan wandered for a while and turned back together. On the way back, Xiaochan was still excited about what happened just now and kept talking about Xue Jin's stunned expression. She even put her hands on her hips and laughed arrogantly, "Hmph, now no one will dare to speak ill of young master."
Ning Yi smiled, "Ah, it's useless to speak ill of him..."
"Why?"
"Because the Taoist has only recited two poems."
"Hee hee..." Xiaochan laughed.
In any case, the problem of others saying that he copied poems was basically solved so far.
Some things — like tonight — seemed to be an accident, but in reality, there was a possibility that it was planned. From the start, Ning Yi felt that the ideal way to solve the problem was in a similar direction. He wasn't a clean freak. Since he knew that the poem had been composed to this point, it was a strategic resource. Perhaps he could use it in the future. It was just that he didn't have anything to do at the moment, so it was meaningless to use it to gain some vanity. Since Xiaochan revealed the truth, there was no need for him to deny it. He just had to bear the brunt of a problem that could be solved.
He had never considered interacting with the group of scholars every day to gain some fame or something like that. Since it was something he did casually, it had to be simple. He kept quiet about the whole thing for five months. When he thought that there would be a time when he couldn't avoid it, he decided to solve the problem. Today, he really wanted to chase after the female assassin. After all, in his heart, the title of a scholar was not essential. He would just casually take one if she came knocking on his door. Their martial arts were too different. Who knew that such an accident would happen? Since Xue Jin, Su Chonghua, and the rest had put it that way, he didn't mind pushing the boat along with the current.
Perhaps he didn't consider these things in detail, and he didn't really plan it seriously. However, his past experience had become a habit. He could relax and be more unscrupulous during games and leisure time, such as when he was chatting with Elder Qin, Elder Kang, and Nie Yunzhu. However, as long as he felt a threat, no matter how small it was, he might have subconsciously thought about it a few times or even dozens of times. When he was bored, he could only laugh at himself for not being able to escape from the schemes of others for the rest of his life.
He didn't have much hope in martial arts, but the problem of poetry was solved. After walking for a while, Xiaochan suddenly said, "Son-in-law, Xiaochan doesn't like this poem …"
"Huh?"
"You're still looking for him in the crowd … Son-in-law, you were chasing after the female cat burglar just now."
Ning Yi was stunned and laughed. Xiaochan pursed her lips, "Son-in-law, I'll tell Miss later. You'll be in big trouble …"
"Yes, yes, I know." Ning Yi nodded and walked forward with a smile. Xiaochan followed from behind, "Son-in-law, I really have to tell Miss …"
"I know …"
Xiaochan liked Ning Yi more or less, but she couldn't hide this kind of thing from Su Tan'er for Ning Yi's sake. Moreover, she didn't want Ning Yi and Su Tan'er to have a grudge against each other. At that moment, she was wavering between 'loyal Miss' and 'hiding it for the sake of the family's harmony'. Seeing that Ning Yi didn't seem to care, she felt that her distress was unnecessary. She wanted to pounce on him and bite him.
"Son-in-law …"
"I know, I know … The poem is written like this, but it doesn't refer to looking for her. Moreover, we didn't find her in the end … Let's go, let's go, hurry up …"
While the master and servant seemed to be chasing each other on the street, in the small teahouse, Su Tan'er, who had already settled the business deal, also received the poem on the green jade table and knew everything that happened at the Pu Yuan Poetry Club. At this moment, she was sitting there with her chin in her hands, looking at the empty space with a tranquil gaze. No one knew what she was thinking. On the seat at the side of the square table, Xi Junyu's fingers were gently touching as he looked at the piece of paper with the poem written on it. His gaze seemed quiet. Only those who were especially familiar with him might notice the trace of gloom in his eyes.
Originally, after the business deal was settled, Su Tan'er still had to wait for Ning Yi and Xiaochan to return. He could also talk to Su Tan'er about the next business plan here. After all, it was the night of the Upper Yuan Night, and he could more or less talk about other trivial matters. No matter what kind of person Ning Yi was, he and Su Tan'er had been working together for a few years. There were some things that could not be washed away. To him, the atmosphere was not bad. However, after this poem was composed and Xiao Juan told him about the rumors she had heard, when Su Tan'er quietened down, he knew that everything had been washed away. If he said anything more, perhaps Su Tan'er would still pretend to listen attentively and answer with a smile, but in fact, it was already meaningless.
After a while, Ning Yi and Xiaochan came up. Su Tan'er smiled and nodded to him. "Husband is here. If there is nothing else important, Shopkeeper Xi can go back first. Today's matter has been hard on you."
"Then I will leave first." Xi Junyu smiled and saluted. Then he said goodbye to Ning Yi. When he was about to go downstairs, he looked back and saw Su Tan'er pursing her lips tightly and pointing at the paper on the table in front of Ning Yi. The smile in her eyes was thick, like a tacit gesture between friends. He and Su Tan'er also had a tacit understanding, but that was only in the business field. Su Tan'er looked weak and gentle, but in fact, she was terrifyingly serious. When they worked together to complete some business, they would feel a sense of accomplishment, but he had never seen her smile like this.
Ning Yi picked up the paper and looked at it. He also smiled and explained something. Probably noticing that the other's clothes were a little messy, Su Tan'er smiled and stretched out her hand to help him adjust the collar of his robe …
*****
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