Hsu Fengnian drank jug after jug, three jugs of wine in a row, and then fell asleep directly on the stone table. Blue Bird covered His Royal Highness with a mink coat and sat quietly on the side. Hsu Fengnian woke up early in the morning and saw Blue Bird sitting upright and still. He smiled apologetically, while Blue Bird smiled. Hsu Fengnian pulled out his Xiudong and practiced his saber in the courtyard for two hours. He began to try to select the most exquisite sword moves from the Compendium of a Thousand Swords Materia Medica, Whale Killing Sword, Flying Swords of Dunhuang, Green Water Pavilion Sword Practice Record, and other secret manuals. He then integrated them into his saber art. Using the mental cultivation method of riding an ox as a foundation, he strived to merge them all into one.
However, it was easier said than done to reach the pinnacle of the fifty moves that Aunt Zhao had suggested. At this moment, Hsu Fengnian's saber practice inevitably failed to draw a tiger and ended up looking like a dog. His saber movements were rather stagnant. Practicing like this would only yield half the result with twice the effort. However, Hsu Fengnian had an advantage that no one paid attention to, which was that he had cultivated an extraordinary willpower since childhood. As a child, he had copied books, as a teenager, he had played chess, and he had traveled for three years and six thousand li. As His Royal Highness, he had an impetuous temperament. Otherwise, with his family's numerous lackeys and his background of owning an arsenal, how could he calm down and practice his saber? Until now, he had only broken six with one saber move. If it were other arrogant sons of aristocratic families, they would have stomped their feet and cursed.
After sweating all over, he returned to his room and changed into the clean new clothes that Blue Bird had bought at Qingfu Satin Shop yesterday. His whole body felt comfortable. Just as he was about to eat breakfast, he saw that Wang Chudong, who slept the most in the world, was up early for the first time. She stood at the entrance of the courtyard and pinched the corner of her clothes. Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and they ate together. Wang Chudong ate in a carefree manner. Hsu Fengnian wiped away the remaining food from the corner of her mouth several times. Today, Hsu Fengnian was going to leave Mount Lao to go to Xiangfan, which was said to be the second Fengdu. As the breakfast neared the end, Wang Chudong's expression became more and more miserable. Even with her shrewdness, she couldn't hide it. Hsu Fengnian also didn't try to persuade her. After eating, he took the little girl to the White Jade Guanyin. When Hsu Fengnian told her not to see him off later, Wang Chudong was completely heartbroken. She sobbed and wiped her face like a kitten. She said vaguely, "When I grow up, remember to come back and see me."
Hsu Fengnian flicked Wang Chudong's nose and teased, "Look, your face is covered in tears. No wonder they say that a grown girl can't be kept at home. Your father loved you for nothing."
Wang Chudong, who won first place in the world, wrote in the book that the woman who loved him died. At that time, she also hid and cried secretly. However, after she was addicted to sleep, eat, and play, her tears faded. However, she didn't know that when Wang Chudong was no longer Wang Chudong and was only a young queen in the beginning of winter, not to mention parting with death, even if they were fated to meet again, it was also so heart-wrenching. She wanted to tell Hsu Fengnian that she might not like to sleep in the future. She wanted to ask what she should do if she missed him but couldn't see him. However, she could only cry and couldn't say anything.
Hsu Fengnian couldn't bear to see a woman cry. He couldn't bear to hear her sobbing. He raised his voice and told her not to cry. She immediately closed her mouth obediently.
Hsu Fengnian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He stretched out his hands and pinched her red face. He lowered his head and touched the tip of her nose. He said softly, "Don't worry. On the way to the southeast, there will be a lot of gossip about me in Qingzhou. Just wait, there will be a surprise."
Wang Chudong nodded and squeezed out a smile, "I will write a poem for you!"
Hsu Fengnian didn't take it seriously. He also promised the little girl that he would write a poem for a Beimang's head. If there really was such a day, wouldn't she be busy to death?
Hsu Fengnian suddenly felt a little annoyed that he was too careless in leaving a mark in her heart. He remembered that Yu Youwei once sang a poem, "When you're ignorant, you don't miss. Only when you miss, will you miss." Wasn't it talking about the young girl in front of him? His Royal Highness, even in the Wutong Yuan of the Prince's Mansion, other than Blue Bird and Sweet Potato, he didn't dare to have any feelings for the other maids. He didn't overdo it for more than ten years. What he was afraid of was those unpredictable natural and man-made disasters. If a woman close to him withered away, Hsu Fengnian didn't want to bear this pain. Hsu Fengnian didn't know that this poem of lovesickness happened to come from Qingzhou's Wang Dongxiang's "First Snow". It could be said that Wang Chudong's words came true.
The group of people arrived at the dock. Hsu Fengnian boarded the boat and sailed further and further away from Mount Lao. Yu Youwei walked forward and whispered, "You don't know Wang Dongxiang?"
Hsu Fengnian was baffled and asked, "Who?"
Yu Youwei smiled playfully and said, "You haven't read 'First Snow in the East Wing'?"
Hsu Fengnian frowned and said, "When I heard Li Hanlin say that the ending was completely dead, I didn't want to flip through it. Last time when my eldest sister returned to Liangzhou, she brought a copy of 'East Wing' with her and forced me to read it to her. It wasn't easy for me to escape. "
Yu Youwei lowered her head and stroked the white cat, Wu Meiniang. She said softly, "That Wang family's youngest daughter is Wang Dongxiang. From 'First Snow', 'I wish all the lovers in the world will find their way together.' This sentence is even familiar to Beimang."
Hsu Fengnian whispered, "No wonder."
Yu Youwei raised her head and said, "Wang Dongxiang can not only write graceful poems. Although she has never traveled to the border, she can even write frontier poems with a special charm. I came to Liangzhou and didn't recite poems. Turns out Liangzhou is a magnificent literary work. Even the Great Pillar State praised this poem before. "
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