Meishan Su family, Su Yun is the most virtuous

Chapter 169 Good times in the world! (5k)

The first heavy snow in the fourth year of Yuanfeng came later than usual.

The cold wind was howling the night before, and overnight, thousands of pear trees blossomed.

While Zhang Qinghe was still sleeping soundly, she heard Yuan Baoer shouting in surprise outside: "What a heavy snow! What a heavy snow! Sister, don't sleep anymore, get up and look at the snow!"

Zhang Qinghe opened her eyes and felt cold. The room was very cold in the morning and she didn't want to get up at all.

Yuan Baoer opened the door and rushed into the room, blowing a cold wind into the room, making the room even colder.

Zhang Qinghe wrapped the quilt tightly and buried her head in it.

However, Yuan Baoer dug Zhang Qinghe out like a carrot. Zhang Qinghe was dressed like a ball and was dragged out of the door by Yuan Baoer with a look of despair on her face.

However, when Zhang Qinghe saw the thick snow that was calf-deep in the yard, his eyes lit up.

They opened the gate and looked out toward the street. The world had become covered in snow. A sense of tranquility and desolation came over them, striking Zhang Qinghe's heart immediately.

The reason why Zhang Qinghe gave up the prosperity in Jiujiang Tower and took the risk to escape from that world of feasting and drinking was because she yearned for freedom and a peaceful inner world.

Yuan Baoer waded back and forth in the snow several times, cheering and jumping for joy. Seeing Zhang Qinghe standing in a daze at the gate of the courtyard, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that her sister's crazy nature had flared up again.

My sister is such a weirdo.

I would cry when I saw beautiful flowers, I would be in a trance when I saw the full moon, I would feel sad when the autumn wind blew down the fallen leaves, and now I would be in a trance when I saw snow... Alas, every day, I don't know where this sentimentality comes from.

"Hey!"

Yuan Baoer suddenly screamed, and Zhang Qinghe trembled with fear. She immediately said angrily: "What are you screaming for!"

Yuan Baoer smiled slyly and said, "Sister, such a beautiful scene, don't you feel like writing poetry? Come and write a poem quickly."

When Yuan Baoer shouted, countless poems about snow suddenly churned in his mind, but one poem suddenly stopped.

"A journey of mountains and rivers, I head towards Huangzhou, thousands of houses lit up in the night.

The wind blows, the snow falls, disturbing my homesickness and making me unable to sleep. There is no such sound in my hometown.

Zhang Qinghe suddenly felt like crying.

When she first heard this poem, although she could understand the poet's sadness, it was actually difficult for her to empathize with him.

She grew up in Jiujiang Tower, a place she was familiar with. It was actually difficult for her to feel homesick, and she didn't feel any fatigue from the long journey.

But all the hardships he had experienced on the journey from Ezhou to Bianliang, and the wandering in Bianliang for more than a year, in which he had suffered all kinds of prying and grievances, all came flooding back to him at this moment.

It turns out that when the young man wrote this poem, he was experiencing so much torment in his heart.

Yuan Baoer said quietly, "If the blind Su Lang saw this scene, I wonder what kind of poem he would write?"

Zhang Qinghe was suddenly absent-minded.

……

"Squeak!"

Su Yun opened the door and was hit in the face by an extremely cold wind, and the white snow in the yard suddenly rushed in.

Su Yun laughed and said, "It's snowing. I was wondering why it suddenly became quiet last night, and then there was a creaking sound. It turns out it's snowing heavily."

Lao Ding arrived later than usual, carrying a wooden bucket and trudging through the snow with difficulty.

Su Yun hurried into the yard to meet him. Lao Ding shouted, "Mr. Su, please don't come out. Don't get your shoes wet. It's cold outside. Don't catch a cold."

Su Yun quickly took the covered wooden barrel from Lao Ding's hand. Inside was a bucket of hot water, which he used to brush his teeth and wash his face. He drank one bucket of hot water every day without any slack.

Lao Ding kept saying, "I'm almost there, why bother getting involved? Hurry up and change your shoes so they don't get wet."

Su Yun stomped his feet at the door, then carried the wooden barrel into the house. Lao Ding also stomped his feet quickly, then closed the door, keeping the cold out.

Lao Ding went over and added charcoal to the charcoal stove, stirred it a little, and made the charcoal fire burn more vigorously, making the room warmer.

While Su Yun was washing up, Lao Ding quickly set up breakfast. After Su Yun finished washing up, he came over and started eating.

Old Ding smiled and said, "Three months have passed in the blink of an eye. It was autumn when I came here, and now it's winter. The New Year is coming soon. The government asked me to ask you, do you want to go home for the New Year?"

Su Yun thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Wait until I finish the Annotations to the Four Books. If I leave in the middle of it, all my previous efforts will be wasted. Then someone will say that someone else wrote it for me."

Old Ding's face was filled with heartache, and he said, "You've been working too hard. For several months, you barely left the yard, and you barely even left this room. You must be too lonely!"

Su Yun ate the hot mutton soup, not caring much, and said with a smile: "Spring has hundreds of flowers, autumn has the moon, summer has cool breezes, and winter has snow. Don't worry about trivial matters, it will be a good time in the world.

This Jingxin Garden has flowers and grass, you can see the moon at night, the autumn breeze is cool, and even if there is snow now, you can still watch it, and there is no loneliness."

Su Yun was not being pretentious when he said this. Ever since he started studying, Su Yun found that he was becoming more and more fulfilled. Not to mention feeling lonely and cold, he didn't even have the slightest negative emotion.

Sure enough, once your mind is occupied by thinking, loneliness and coldness do not exist.

So, all the emptiness in the previous life, now it seems, is just a lot of free time!
Su Yun shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Old Ding's eyes lit up, and he smacked his lips and said, "Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has the moon, summer has cool breezes, and winter has snow. Don't worry about trivial matters, and it will be a good time in the world.

What a good poem! What a good poem! Is this a new poem written by you, Mr. Su?"

Su Yun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Shi Shaotan was a monk from the Southern Song Dynasty, a figure who lived a hundred years later. Naturally, this poem had not appeared yet. Ha, he copied another one.

Su Yun smiled and nodded, "I have been living in Jingxin Garden for a few months and I have some thoughts about this. This is not something I wrote on purpose, it is just an expression of my feelings."

Old Ding said happily: "Yes, I'll remember it."

Su Yun understood the implication of Lao Ding's words, which was that he wanted to take the poem out to show Zhao Xu.

Su Yun thought it was pretty good. He was editing books in Jingxin Garden, which must have attracted a lot of attention at the beginning, but as time went on, naturally no one paid attention to it anymore. Now that he wrote some poems and spread them out, he could stir up the heat again.

Having put in so much effort, Su Yun naturally doesn't want the book he writes to be unreceived.

Therefore, during this process, we must continue to promote our fame and create hype.

Let everyone in the world, including scholars and even ordinary people, know about the book "Collected Commentaries on the Four Books". Only in this way can it have the potential to become a popular book.

Well, from now on, you can write some poems and spread them out. Oh, and you can also spread some wonderful conclusions of dialectical materialism, such as:
[The affairs of the universe are one’s own affairs; one’s own affairs are the affairs of the universe]

[The method of studying is mainly to "discover one's own heart", there is no need to read too much external knowledge]

【If you know the root of learning, the Six Classics will be your footnotes】

[Although the universe is vast, as long as one has a kind thought and a conscience, even an ordinary person can become a saint]

The heart is the master of the body. The eyes see, but the reason they see is the heart; the ears hear, but the reason they hear is the heart; the mouth and limbs speak, but the reason they speak and move is the heart.

……

These words, which seem shocking to people in this era, will certainly cause great discussion once they are published.

There will definitely be people who will criticize strongly, even insult and criticize, but it doesn’t matter. What we need now is the heat.

When it is hyped to a certain level, and then the book is released, it will surely trigger a huge wave of enthusiasm!

……

Not long after the heavy snow, the Spring Festival of the fifth year of Yuanfeng arrived with light steps.

The Imperial College has also been closed for vacation.

Wen Huanghua and others also started going to brothels.

In the magnificent Fanlou, Wen Huanghua sighed, "I feel that my ideological realm is too low. I have to go to a brothel to have fun."

Yang Bing: “…”

The rest: "..."

Wen Huanghua stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced while chanting: "Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has the moon, summer has cool breezes, and winter has snow. Don't worry about trivial matters, this is the good time in the world!"

Yang Bing was the first to applaud and cheered loudly, saying, "Zixuan is indeed at a very high level of thought. He can actually understand such truths from the scenes he sees every day. Good, very good!"

"What a good poem! It's really well written, Brother Zixuan. I didn't expect you to be able to write such a good poem. It's amazing!"

"Good! Very good!"

"..."

The commotion here attracted the attention of other guests in Fanlou. They also heard the poem recited by Wen Huanghua, and felt that the poem was really written with a bit of Zen spirit. Some people with good intentions also joined in the fun.

Wen Huanghua smiled and said, "This is not a poem I wrote. It was written by Su Yunsu, a writer in Chongwenyuan, in his spare time. Hahaha, it's well written. The ideological realm is too high!" Yang Bing and others praised it and missed Su Yun again.

"Alas, I haven't seen Ju Zheng for a long time. I actually miss him a little."

"Yes, yes. I haven't seen Ju Zheng recently and I missed him so much that I couldn't help but read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms several times."

"Bah! You don't miss Ju Zheng at all, you just want to read novels. If you just miss him, why don't you read the Collected Annotations of Mencius?"

"Who said I don't read? But that's learning. Isn't it normal to read novels and books in my spare time?"

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone laughed.

"My lords..."

A girl's voice sounded from the stairs. Wen Huanghua and others looked over. Judging from her clothes, she should be a maid in Fanlou.

Seeing everyone looking at her, the maid hurriedly said, "Just now my young lady heard you gentlemen reciting a poem, which was written by Master Su. Gentlemen, could you please let me write it down and show it to my young lady? My young lady particularly likes Master Su's poems."

Wen Huanghua cupped his hands and said, "Oh, who is your young lady?"

The maid quickly said, "My lady is Liu Xianglan."

"Liu Xianglan!"

Wen Huanghua and the others were startled, and then their faces became unrecognizable.

Wen Huanghua gritted his teeth and said, "Your young lady likes Su Yunsu?"

The maid quickly said, "It's not that I like Su, but I like Su's poems."

so far so good.

Wen Huanghua and others looked at each other.

Wen Huanghua said: "I'll write it to you."

As he spoke, Wen Huanghua finished writing the poem and handed it to the maid.

The maid was very happy and left briskly with the paper.

Wen Huanghua and the others looked at each other, then sighed together.

Xia Yongan sighed, "It's not easy to be friends with someone like Ju Zheng."

Pan Jingren shook his head and said, "It's not a big problem for me."

Everyone looked at Pan Jingren, who chuckled and said, "You just think that Ju Zheng has stolen all the limelight, but without Ju Zheng, the wind won't blow towards us, not even the tail of the wind. Do you still care about whether we have the limelight or not?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter.

"My lords..."

Huh?
Why does this scene seem so familiar?

Everyone turned to look at the stairs, and sure enough, they saw the maid again. Her chest was heaving, and she must have been running around all the way and was out of breath.

Wen Huanghua asked: "What's wrong, young lady?"

The maid bowed and said, "My lady likes the poem just now very much. I am very grateful for the help of you gentlemen. I have no way to repay you. My lady said that if you don't mind, she will pay for tonight's expenses."

Wen Huanghua and others' eyes lit up.

Naturally, they don't care about this little expense. Well, the money was paid by Wen Huanghua. Except for him, no one else would care.

Of course, Wen Huanghua didn't care. Although he received the most severe beatings and paid the most money, he enjoyed it.

What everyone cares about now is that the courtesan Liu Xianglan in Fanlou is willing to pay for them!
Hey, who would dare to believe this if I say it out loud?

If this were to be said to others, wouldn't all of my classmates at the Imperial College be extremely envious?
Wow, I went to a brothel and was treated to a meal by the courtesan of Fanlou?
If this gets out, even their fathers will be envious, and will find an excuse to beat them up, wishing they would take their own lives instead.

Hahahaha!

Wen Huanghua and the others were ecstatic, but they had to keep a straight face and not smile, otherwise they would lose their dignity.

Wen Huanghua and the maid smiled and said, "This matter is not worth mentioning. As long as Mr. Liu is happy, as for the money for the banquet, hehe, we will pay for it."

The maid quickly said, “This matter may be a small matter for you gentlemen, but it is a huge matter for my young lady.

My lady, well, my lady likes the poems of Su Da... very much. In my lady's eyes, the poems of Su Da are more precious than gold.

So, please don't be polite. If you are polite, my lady will feel uneasy."

Wen Huanghua and the others were secretly happy. It would be best if Liu Lanxiang came to buy the deal. Even if they spent ten times more money afterwards, it wouldn't matter. The key was to make this matter a reality!
Wen Huanghua said loudly: "How can we let Master Liu invite us? However, since Master Liu is so sincere, we cannot refuse. So we will thank you."

Wen Huanghua 'accidentally' spoke louder, which immediately attracted the attention of nearby guests.

"What do you mean that Master Liu from Fanlou is paying for these young people? Who are they? Why would Master Liu pay for them? They are all ugly and don't look like anyone that Master Liu likes."

Some guests said.

Hearing all kinds of weird words coming from the surroundings, Wen Huanghua and others were not annoyed, but found it very pleasant to hear. They thought that the sayings about ugly and ugly things were just jealousy on their part.

The maid was a little uneasy, and hurriedly said, "Gentlemen, it is settled then. You can eat and drink well tonight, and when you want to go home, just go directly. I have already made arrangements here."

Wen Huanghua and others bowed and expressed their gratitude.

But the maid didn't leave, and kept dawdling. Wen Huanghua asked, "Young lady, do you have anything else to do?"

The maid hurriedly said, "My young lady wants to ask Master Su for a poem. I wonder if you can help my young lady pass on the message?"

Wen Huanghua frowned upon hearing this, and the maid quickly said, "This request is a bit abrupt, but my young lady really admires Master Su, so please fulfill your wish."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole building was in an uproar.

Some people were confused and quickly asked the people around them: "What's going on? What's going on?"

Someone quickly threw a melon over to eat: "Fanlou's most beautiful girl Liu Xianglan admires Su Yun and wants to ask for a poem."

"Ah? Mr. Liu admires Su Yun and asks for marriage in public?"

"What? Master Liu admires Su Yun and is courting him in public? Where? Where?"

"What? Liu Dajia and Su Yun were in love, and Su Sijian broke them up?"

"I heard it wrong, I heard it wrong. Su Sijian did not break up the couple. It was that Lady Liu was pregnant..."

……

It's no wonder that they spread more and more outrageous stories. The building was already noisy, and when they heard about this big news, they started discussing it endlessly. The louder the voices, the less clear it was.

Wen Huanghua and others agreed. After all, it was just a message. It was Su Yun's business whether to agree or not.

They are very happy tonight.

Back building.

He Jiarui was also quite happy tonight, and said to Liu Xianglan: "The first step has been successfully paved. Spread the word that you admire Su Yun. After Su Yun comes out, we can proceed to the next step."

Liu Xianglan nodded and said, "What's the next step?"

He Jiarui said: "The next step is naturally to wait for Su Yun to come out, and then invite him to Fanlou. I will help you plan it, and confess your love on the spot, and then Fanlou will try to stop you. You would rather give up everything and follow Su Yun.

Hehe, by then, no matter Su Yun agrees or not, you will be tied to him.

After that, you give up everything and become a good woman, just to become Su Yun's concubine. I don't believe Su Yun will be able to refuse then.

In this way, you will naturally become Su Yun's concubine. As for whether Su Yun will favor you in the future, it depends on your ability.

But I am not worried about this. With your grasp of people's hearts, it won't be long before Su Yun will hold you as the apple of his eye. He might even break through the secular world and make you his principal wife!"

Liu Xianglan said: "If this is the case, I'm afraid his career will be affected."

He Jiarui frowned upon hearing this and said, "There will be some impact, but it shouldn't be that big. Although we have to devote everything to the Liao Dynasty, I think we should still pay attention to your happiness."

Liu Xianglan shook her head and said, "No, if it affects his career, then all our plans will be in vain."

He Jiarui looked at Liu Xianglan deeply and said, "It's hard for you."

(End of this chapter)