Li Cheng heaved a sigh of relief. With his dignity, he struggled to get up from the ground alone.
The officials were all laughing quietly.
Even the kind-hearted Zhao couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.
Although he sympathized with him!
After Li Cheng got up, he looked at the crowd.
It was embarrassing and infuriating.
In order to find a way out of this embarrassing situation, he vented his anger on the chair with the broken leg.
He lifted his leg and kicked it.
The chair rolled over twice.
He scolded, "Someone, throw this useless thing out."
The guards of the city department received the order and rushed forward.
He carried the chair with the broken leg out.
The whole process was very fast!
They were afraid of hurting the innocent.
Li Cheng rubbed his butt, his face stiff.
Ji Yunshu asked in concern, "Prince Cheng, do you want to apply some medicine?"
"This is just a small injury, I can take it."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
He gritted his teeth, "I'm fine."
Then, he ordered someone to bring a new chair.
He endured the pain and sat down.
As he sat down, he didn't forget to glare at Jing Rong.
That chair was extremely sturdy, how could it break for no reason?
It must be 'someone' who did it on purpose.
Despicable!
He said with a hidden meaning, "Young Master Jing is really strong."
Every word was enunciated with great emphasis!
Unexpectedly, Jing Rong replied, "You flatter me. But no matter how strong I was, I couldn't help you up. I apologize."
"It's fine, I won't argue!"
"You're magnanimous."
"Of course." Li Cheng raised his eyebrows.
He had to maintain his composure!
But the atmosphere was a little strange.
Zhao didn't know what was going on.
At this time —
The maidservant from before had returned.
She also brought the things.
"Miss, it's here."
The maidservant placed the things on the table.
It was … a baggage!
The officials gathered around him one by one.
They stared at the yellowed baggage.
Li Cheng also instantly threw all the unpleasantness to the back of his head.
He braced himself.
"This is?" Zhao said, "This is Su Qiao's! At that time, I thought that she had left in a hurry and had forgotten to take the bag with her, so I temporarily put it away, thinking that I would wait for her to come back to get it. I didn't expect that after waiting for three years, she still hasn't come back. "She then hurriedly added," But I have never opened this bag, so I don't know.
I don't know what's inside, but I do know that Su Qiao is very worried about this bag. She hugged it and cried a few times. Maybe … there's something important to her inside. "
Jing Rong asked, "She didn't even take such an important thing with her. Didn't you suspect her at that time?"
"I … didn't think that much."
Ji Yunshu's expression was solemn as she slowly untied the bundle.
Because it had been too long, when the bundle was unwrapped, a pungent smell wafted out.
The smell of decay, wood, mold …
They were all mixed together.
That kind of smell was indescribable.
After opening it, there was a woman's coarse clothes and a pair of shoes with holes in them.
In addition, there was also a fan! The frame of the fan was made of ordinary palm bamboo. Because of the passage of time, some parts of the fan had been worn down, and some of the ribs were even broken. At the bottom of the fan hung a simple tassel made of red string. It was also worn down, and the thread had come off.
It looked like it could be pulled off.
Apart from these few things, there was nothing else!
Ji Yunshu took out the fan.
She carefully opened it.
The fan was made of paper stuck to the frame. Some parts were cracked, and there were even obvious water stains.
It seemed like it was left behind by the rain.
When everyone saw her open the fan, their gazes were all fixed on the fan.
Did they want to see if there was something on it?
In fact, there was indeed something on it.
Because it was wet from the rain, the pictures and words on the fan were blurred, and only a line of poetry could be vaguely seen.
"Let the gentleman sleep in the same pillow." (All the poems in this article were made up by the author. Do not search Baidu.)
This was a love poem expressing love.
The handwriting was very neat!
It also had a bit of elegance.
Li Cheng asked, "What does it say?"
Ji Yunshu replied, "A poem."
"Poem? What poem? "
Li Cheng was confused, and he moved closer to take a look.
However, as soon as he got closer to Ji Yunshu, he immediately met Jing Rong's murderous gaze. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He moved a little further away and stretched his neck to look at the fan.
Then, he read the words on the fan, "Let the gentleman sleep in the same pillow. Under the flower … what music … what? It's all blurred by the water stains. I can't see it clearly. "
The ink almost melted into a ball.
He couldn't see the whole thing.
Only that sentence was clear.
Ji Yunshu looked at it, and her eyes finally fell on a position at the bottom of the poem.
There were three slightly clearer words printed on it.
"Du Mubai?"
Ah!
When Ji Yunshu read these three words, Li Cheng was incomparably shocked.
"What did you say?"
"The person who wrote this poem is called Du Mubai."
When Li Cheng heard this, he immediately grabbed the fan that was already somewhat tattered.
He stared at the three words on it.
His expression changed greatly.
His expression was grave.
"Du Mubai? How could it be … him? "
Huh?
Ji Yunshu frowned.
She asked, "Do you know him?"
"…" Li Cheng was silent.
It seemed that he hadn't recovered from the shock.
Everyone stared at him.
After a long time …
Li Cheng put down the fan and said, "I do know him. This is his handwriting."
Ji Yunshu asked, "Who is he?"
Li Cheng was silent again.
After a long time.
Then he slowly said, "He … is my father's disciple."
Disciple?
As soon as he finished, an old official immediately jumped out and said, "Lord Li, are you talking about the 'Nan Shen Scholar' Du Mubai?"
"That's right."
"So it's him!" The old official was also shocked.
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong were confused.
She asked, "How do you all know him? Who is this person? "
The old official said, "How can we not know him? That year, he caused a sensation in Gaoding. "
"What do you mean?"
"Six years ago, because of his outstanding talent, he was recognized by the Marquis of Pingyang and accepted as a disciple. At that time, almost everyone believed that he would become the top scholar."
"Then what happened?"
"Then …"
Just as the old official's words were about to leave his mouth, Li Cheng cut him off and continued his words with a serious expression, "Later on, because he was exposed for stealing poems, I was disqualified as a student by my father."
"And then?"
Li Cheng said, "Because of this, he was deeply affected. Just three days before the exam, he suddenly committed suicide."
"Dead?"
"Yes, he committed suicide in the room that was specially used to receive scholars."
Ah!
In the past six years, Li Cheng almost never mentioned anything about Du Mubai.
Because that was a hurdle in his sister's heart that she could never get over!
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