Hsu Fengnian, who was passing by Mount Lao to rest, gently pushed open the door and entered. A servant girl helped to close the door, and then she quietly retreated. Hsu Fengnian sat by the window. The afterglow of the sun shone through the window screen. Unlike the splendor of Mount Lao, this woman's boudoir was very simple and elegant. Other than the four treasures of the study, there were not too many miscellaneous items on the table. There was a 'linglong' carved from an old bamboo root. Large bamboo balls encased small bamboo balls, there were about eight or nine balls of varying sizes. Hsu Fengnian's finger pressed on the linglong and moved it a few cun on the table. The sound was not loud. There was a stack of small colored paper on the table. The colors were different, there were apricot red, goose yellow, and copper green. On the top of the colored paper were three crooked characters: Huai Huang Ji. The last time Hsu Fengnian left Mount Lao, he found out that this Wang Dongxiang's talent and learning had seized the top spot in the literary circle. But the words he wrote did not seem to be of any use. Today, seeing it with his own eyes, he found out that it was really earthworms that had crawled on it. It was an unsightly sight. However, the handwriting on the small, exquisite paper under the Huai Huang Ji was still ugly. There were many broken lines and broken poems, all of which could not be underestimated. There were powerful military poems about the frontier fortress, there were also words about a hermit's bitter recitation. On the contrary, there were very few words of hidden bitterness in the boudoir. Yanzhi's official ranking was only based on the women's beauty. The men all had their own preferences. There were many objections to the ten people on the ranking list. Many people said that the famous courtesan Li Baishi's ranking was too low. Others said that they had never seen that girl surnamed Nangong, so how could she have the qualifications to be ranked above Chen Yu? Yanzhi's assistant ranking was a lot fairer. Beiliang's Junzhu Xu Weixiong, Chun Shen Lake's Wang Chudong, and the female scholar Yan Dongwu, who was already the Crown Prince's Imperial Concubine, could all be considered to be on the ranking list. There were not many objections.
Hsu Fengnian flipped through the colored paper one by one. When he finished, the order was reversed. He flipped through it again, and the Huai Huang Ji returned to the front page. After folding more than sixty colored papers, Hsu Fengnian leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. On Chun Shen Lake, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was ruthless. In one day, he killed six martial artists in succession. They were all famous Jianghu seniors and had almost become the common enemy of Jianghu. On the next day, no one went up the arena. On the third day, three famous Jianghu masters went up the arena one after another. Again, their heads were smashed by Xuanyuan Qingfeng. This kind of Wulin Alliance's chief made people's hair stand on end. He was definitely not the Wulin Alliance that Jianghu people admired. However, Mount Huishan's Niu Dagang became famous because of this. Strangely, the more ruthless Xuanyuan Qingfeng's methods were, the more the Jianghu people's curses were not one-sided. The old and new Jianghu people's perceptions were completely different. The old Jianghu people were heartbroken, while the new Jianghu people were eager to give it a try. In private, undercurrents were surging. They all said that only such a cold-blooded woman, such a chief, could have the hope of leveling Mount Zhulu. Hsu Fengnian did not know what Jianghu would look like in the future. Hsu Fengnian's thoughts drifted away. He thought of the fox fur coat that he had taken from Beiliang to the south at Shangyin Academy. If she had made up her mind, she would never have left the fox fur coat behind. But since she was unwilling to be a caged bird, Hsu Fengnian could only pretend to be magnanimous and go with the flow for once. If he had the chance to meet her again in the future, he wondered if she would have already become an old woman. Hsu Fengnian also thought of the first time he walked the Jianghu. At that time, he was at the bottom of the Jianghu, looking up at the Jianghu. There was once an unforgettable figure by the Luo River, but now she had long since faded away. The second time, he was looking down at the Jianghu from above. Hsu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the bed. That year, when he accompanied her on the lake to ride a turtle, Hsu Fengnian had never thought that today's situation would occur. He really did go to Beimang and survived. In the future, he would follow the traditional order of succession and rule over Beiliang. He would take over Xu Xiao's family property and continue to draw a circle around the prison, guarding the northwest gate.
The afterglow of the sun dimmed, and the twilight gradually deepened.
A slap came from the bed. The young woman slapped her face hard. Her eyes were drowsy, and her face was full of shame and anger. She sat up. It turned out that countless charcoal had been used to lay the floor of the boudoir. Although the room was as warm as spring in winter, it also gave the mosquitoes the ability to hibernate and survive the winter. It was extremely annoying. The woman was fond of sleeping, and every time she had to scheme against the winter mosquitoes. The maid could not wake her up because these mosquitoes had done a great job. After the woman sat up wrapped in the embroidered quilt, she bared her fangs and brandished her claws. She chased after a winter mosquito that bit her. Resentfully, she returned without success. She could not bear the cold outside the quilt and muttered that there was actually a mosquito in the world that could escape from this heroine's Lingxi Finger. Then she went back to sleep with her head covered. She probably felt that it was not good to be so dispirited, so she hid in the quilt and muttered for a long time. Finally, she poked her head out and looked at the study table where the light was the brightest. It was empty, and the young girl was a little absent-minded. Some unspeakable grievances appeared in her limpid eyes. She stretched out two fingers and pinched her cheeks hard. Only after a moment of pain did her sleepiness disappear. She absent-mindedly got up and put on her clothes. During this time, she shrank back into the warm quilt several times. She was too lazy to wear boots and only put on her socks before she landed on the ground. She finally had the temperament of a great writer, Wang Dongxiang. She was virtuous and graceful, and her eyes were especially lively. She sat cross-legged on the chair, holding her breath and concentrating, grinding and picking up the brush. However, after just one stroke, she was defeated by her own handwriting. She felt that it was really ugly. Her heroic spirit was suddenly gone, and she sighed. Bored to death, she held her chin with one hand and prepared to flip through the colored paper. Suddenly, her eyes widened. On the page of the Huai Huang Collection, there was an additional line of small characters. In addition to the current year, month, and date, there was also the four words, "Here is a tour." Compared to Wang Chudong's handwriting, it was naturally thousands of miles away.
Wang Chudong knocked open the door. She did not bother to put on the necessary warm fur coat for going out, nor did she care about the calls of her personal maidservants. In one breath, she ran to the ferry by the lake at the foot of the mountain.
Her pair of socks were covered in dirt.
Wang Linquan, who loved this only daughter the most, panicked and ran down the mountain, his face full of heartache.
Wang Chudong looked at the old man and said with a crying voice, "I will never sleep in in the future!"
Wang Linquan grinned, contrary to common sense, and did not comfort her. Instead, he added insult to injury, "In the future, if you don't know how to manage the household, let's see who dares to marry you."
Wang Chudong sniffled and wanted to cry but had no tears.
Suddenly, she was pulled under the armpit by someone behind her. She turned around and stepped on the back of that person's shoes. That person smiled and said, "Only I would dare."
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