That woman who had relied on her talent to enter second place on the Rouge Commentary Board, the young Dajia Wang, was second only to Xu Weixiong in the Commentary Board. However, after she wrote "The First Snow in the East Wing", there was no longer any news of her. She was like a clay ox that had sunk into the sea. She no longer had the grandeur that made all the scholars and beauties in the world avoid her. It had to be known that even the niangniang in Tai'an City had once read "The First Snow in the East Wing", and Princess Consort Jingan, who had died for love in Xiang Fan City, was the same. On the other hand, the rotten scholar of Li Yang felt as if a huge rock had been lifted from his heart. This woman had probably finally stopped using words to harm the world. Only the Wang family on Mount Laoshan of the Spring God Lake knew that in the past two years, their young miss's mind had not been on Mount Laoshan. No matter the wind or rain, no matter how heavy the snow was, she would go to the lakeside teahouse to sit for a while. She would look to the east and the north without a fixed number. In the past, whenever their young miss was unhappy, she would play polo and play on the swing for a while. The swing could be as high as a two-story building. Even the most daring men would be speechless when they saw it. But it was different now. She was reserved and always sat on the swing in a daze. Occasionally, when she realized that the swing was not moving, she would gently stand on her tiptoes. Many people in the world were looking forward to it, but Miss just ignored them. Especially now that it was winter, she talked about hibernation and slept until she was old. Other than going to the lakeside to look into the distance, she would go back to the study and read a few pages of a book. Then she would mumble that she was sleepy. The maid would grind and hand her a brush and then she would find all kinds of excuses to be lazy. Was this still the Wang Dongxiang who dared to boast, "Before I pick up the brush, I go to see the sages, immortals, and Buddhas. After I pick up the brush, the wind is clear, the moon is clear, and the ghosts and deities come to worship me." Was this still the Wang Dongxiang who dared to boast, "Before I pick up the brush, I go to see the sages, immortals, and Buddhas. After I pick up the brush, the wind is clear, the moon is bright, and the ghosts and deities come to worship me." Fortunately, the old master, who had earned a lot of money, did not care about these things. Even if there were noble families of equal status who came to propose marriage, he would still refuse them one by one.
In the dusk of Mount Mao, some people went down the mountain while others went up the mountain. The one who went down the mountain and boarded the ship was the richest man in Qingzhou, Wang Linquan, who had recently withdrawn from the salt and iron business behind the scenes. His eyes were brimming with tears and he was extremely excited. The one who left the ship and went up the mountain was a grey-haired young master. Unknowingly, he came to Wang Chudong's boudoir. When a maidservant saw the man with clear eyes, she did not know why her annoyance disappeared. However, it seemed that he was not like this in the past. At that time, he was wearing a white robe and a jade belt, elegant and elegant. That pair of red phoenix eyes gave people the feeling that they were filled with water. Any unmarried woman who saw him would tremble a few times. Now that she saw him again, this maidservant intuitively felt that he had changed a lot. As for what had changed, she did not know. It was just that the steward who led the way had told her that the young miss was still lazily "hibernating". When the steward arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he respectfully turned back. He did not say much, but the maidservant clearly saw that when the steward was secretly sizing up the young master, the fear in his eyes was like a mouse seeing a cat. It was like a mouse seeing a tiger. When he arrived at the warm and comfortable hall, there were only three maidservants in the building. The other two also followed the sound with light footsteps. When they saw him, they were surprised to see him. He asked for a pot of Spring Spirit Lake Tea that did not have the smell of miscellaneous earth and wood. He brewed the tea himself and did not bother the maidservants. Even if the tea was often of little value, it was fragrant and clean. He did not forget to pour a cup for each of them. This made the several young girls, who were used to being close to each other, feel flattered. However, his tea brewing technique was clumsy and immature. Even if it was not bad, in the eyes of the three girls, they did not dare to point out. After drinking the tea, the young guest looked at the sky. A clever maidservant said that she was going to wake up the young miss. He asked if they could wait in the room. The three girls looked at each other and then smiled knowingly and nodded.
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