Huarong turned around but did not see Lin Heqing. Instead, it was his personal servant, Fu Gui.
Fu Gui bowed politely, "Young Master Gu, my young master really can't come out. Uncle is very strict. My young master was severely beaten and still can't get out of bed."
Although Huarong treated Lin Heqing as a fair-weather friend, this fair-weather friend was loyal. He could not forget his friend when he came out of isolation. This was the basic principle of being a person. "Did you bring the brush and ink?"
"Yes." Fu Gui immediately took out the brush and paper from his arms and spread it in front of Huarong. He was ready to write.
Huarong thought for a while and read slowly. He shamelessly plagiarized the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang's "Yong Liu", "Jasper is made into a tall tree with thousands of hanging green ribbons. I wonder who cut the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "
Fu Gui was Lin Heqing's personal manservant, so he knew how to read and write. After he finished writing, he handed it to Hua Rong and asked, "Young Master Gu, do you see any mistakes?"
Huarong took a look and found that he had written the word "sash" as "tao". He dipped his hand into the tea and wrote "sash" on the table.
After Fu Gui corrected it, he kept the paper and bowed deeply to thank him. "Fu Gui thanks Young Master Gu on behalf of my young master. With this poem, Uncle will definitely let my young master out."
"Go quickly. I'm not used to not having your young master nagging." Huarong waved her hand. She put her chin on the window and looked down.
From her position, she could see the platform. In the center of the platform, there was a sign that said, "Wang Jiang Lou, Wang Jiang Liu, Wang Jiang Lou, Wang Jiang Lou, Wang Jiang Lou. The river flows for eternity, the river towers for eternity. "
This couplet was written by an Old Man surnamed Xue. He had passed away a long time ago. With the passing of the Old Man, this couplet became absolute. Countless literati fell head over heels for it. Unfortunately, no one could match the couplet.
Thanks to this couplet, Yi Pin Lou's reputation rose to another level. Countless literati came to visit because of its reputation.
Huarong watched for half a day. She saw many scholars and scholars in the main hall deep in thought. She smiled gently and stood up to return to her mansion.
When she returned to the fu, it was still early. She followed the small path and went straight to her father, Gu Weiren's study room. Gu Weiren was a romantic scholar. He liked to pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence. Therefore, his study room was not as neat and tidy as the study room of the first branch. It was very casual. He even pretended to make the study room look like a straw donkey. He pretended to be pretentious and Huarong only listened to her own father.
As she walked closer, she saw Gu Weiren and his wife from afar. One was grinding ink, and the other was writing poems. Huarong used to like to play around in front of her parents, but her parents were too good at showing off their affection. She really couldn't stand it, so she could only follow her two uncles every day.
She couldn't stand it, but Gu Changan was surprisingly used to it. No matter how much they showered him with dog food, he remained unmoved. Huarong sometimes worried that he would explode if he was too bright.
When she opened the door, she saw Gu Changan fiddling with one of her father's favorite flowers — orchids.
Seeing her open the door and enter, he immediately said happily, "Anin, have you been released? Uncle Wu was just talking about you. "
"Brother Seven, come here. I have something to talk to you about." Huarong lowered her voice. She didn't want to disturb her parents who were tirelessly showing off their love.
Gu Weiren and the two members of the Wu Clan were playing the game of having a beautiful woman. How could they care about Huarong? Gu Changan saw that she didn't seem to be lying, so he became curious. He wiped the dirt off his hands and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Brother Seven, your handwriting is better than mine. Why don't you write a few words for me?"
Gu Changan was not bragging. In the whole Gu family, the best handwriting was very clever. Many teachers praised him for his clever handwriting.
"No problem. Wait a moment. I'll say hello to Uncle Wu and Aunt Wu."
When he was about to enter the study, Huarong shouted inside, "Father, mother, Anin and Brother Seven went to his study."
"Go. Don't disturb Brother Seven from studying. Your brother Seven is a good student. If you lead him astray, I'll punish you." Gu Weiren's magnetic voice came from inside.
Huarong curled her lips and replied, "I know." She pulled Gu Changan out. Because she was the only daughter in the family, the rule of not eating at the age of seven was very lax. Many times, Huarong felt that the ancient times were actually very open-minded and not as scary as the legends said.
The two came to Gu Changan's small study. Huarong immediately ground the ink and Shuxiu laid out the paper. "Brother Seven, quickly write. I'll read."
Although Gu Changan was not much older than Huarong, he always put on the airs of an older brother. He always thought of the responsibility of protecting his sister and would always grant Huarong's request.
He held the brush and made a pose. Huarong immediately began to read, "Moon Shadowing Well, Moon Shadowing Well, Moon Shadowing Well, Moon Shadowing Well. Moon Shadowing Ten Thousand Years, Moon Shadowing Well Ten Thousand Years. "
Gu Changan did not notice at first. When he wrote the last word, he felt that something was wrong. "Why do I feel that these words are a little …" He could not tell what he felt.
Huarong naturally would not tell him. He laid out a new piece of paper. "Brother Seven, and Willow Pond Locked in Smoke."
His sister urged him. Gu Changan could only put down his doubts and write, "Willow Pond Locked in Smoke."
"Brother Seven, sign."
Gu Changan reluctantly wrote his name. Huarong quickly took the small seal from the brocade box on the table and pressed it.
The ink dried. She ordered Shuxiu, "Find a box."
Gu Changan's calligraphy was good. He thought that his sister wanted to give his calligraphy to others. He said, "Although the artistic conception of these words is good, it is not a good gift. Anin, why don't you wait for Brother Seven to write a poem?"
Huarong had asked Gu Changan to write for her bad friends before.
"No need. Brother Seven can go do your work. Anin has something to do. I'll leave first." Huarong did not wait for Shuxiu. She rolled up the couplet and left.
On the way, she met Shuxiu. She put the couplet into the box and went out again.
When she came to Yipin Restaurant again, it was the busiest time. It was meal time, so it was naturally more lively.
As usual, she asked for a seat on the second floor. Lin Heqing rushed out. He did not look like he could not get out of bed. "Chang 'an, Chang' an. I missed you so much." He rushed over and wanted to give a bear hug.
Huarong habitually pressed the folding fan against his chest. "Get lost. Disgusting."
Lin Heqing was not angry. He warmly led Huarong to the window seat he found. He had just arrived and wanted to find Huarong. Unfortunately, Huarong was not here. He thought that he would go back after eating. He did not expect Huarong to come back.
Huarong sat down. Lin Heqing called, "Waiter."
The waiter smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Without waiting for Lin Heqing to say Huarong's favorite dishes, a box was handed to the waiter. "Bring it to your shopkeeper."
Huarong was a frequent customer of Yipin Restaurant. He was also a famous playboy in Jinling. He naturally knew him. However, although Huarong did not give him the most tips, he would give some every time. He had a good temper. He did not care whether he was a playboy or not. He liked to serve the Gu family's' Seventh Young Master '.
Shuxiu sensibly handed him five taels of silver. "This is my family's Young Master's calligraphy. Take it well."
"Yes, yes, yes. I will bring it to the shopkeeper." The waiter received the tip and ran away quickly.
Not long after, the bell in the hall rang. Everyone held their breath. When was the last time the bell rang? When Madam Xue passed by the capital, it was almost ten years ago.
Since then, someone had already come up with a second verse.
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