Meishan Su family, Su Yun is the most virtuous

Chapter 95 Counterattack!

Su Yun walked out directly, and Ah Hui in the corner quickly stood up and followed him.

Shopkeeper Zhang was immediately horrified, and ran after him, stopping Su Yun and saying, "Master Su, Master Su, what's going on? What's going on? The poetry gathering hasn't even started yet!"

Su Yun looked at Ah Hui and asked, "Did you take their money?"

Ah Hui shook his head and said, "They said they would give it to me later, but I haven't received it yet."

Su Yun looked at Shopkeeper Zhang and said, "The agreement is cancelled."

As he said that, Su Yun pushed aside Shopkeeper Zhang and walked out. Shopkeeper Zhang was no match for Su Yun's strange strength and staggered several times. Su Yun had already walked onto the covered bridge.

Shopkeeper Zhang shouted anxiously, "Mr. Su, please talk nicely if you have something to say. Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to do this?"

Su Yun suddenly stopped on the covered bridge, turned around, looked at the surprised eyes below, and said after a moment of hesitation: "Su Yun should have worked as a farmer in Meishan, but my mother had received favors from my uncle's family. When she learned that my uncle was in trouble, she left Sichuan to serve my uncle and went south to Huangzhou. She had no intention of becoming an official.

It’s just that some people are afraid of my uncle, and therefore afraid of me, so they keep using all kinds of little tricks, which is really annoying.

When I went south with my uncle and passed Chunfengling, my uncle was depressed, so I used a Bu Suan Zi to comfort him. I don't know if you have heard of it. It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. Today I will write another Bu Suan Zi to express my feelings, so that some people don't have to bother me anymore in the future. "

Su Yun took a look and saw a table at the corridor bridge for registering guests' special requests. There happened to be some paper and a brush on it. He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and finished it in one go. Then he threw the paper into the lobby, turned around and strode out of Jiujiang Building.

The river breeze blowing on his face lifted Su Yun's spirits.

Ah Hui scratched his head and said, "Ah Yun, we don't have a boat, how can we get back?"

Su Yun smiled and said, "Just rent a boat and go back. A living person can't be suffocated to death by urine."

The two of them found a rented boat at the pier and were about to board the boat to go downstream back to Huangzhou when Su Yun suddenly stopped.

Ah Hui hurriedly asked, "Ah Yun, what happened? Did you leave something behind?"

Su Yun smiled when he heard this and said, "I did drop something. Go pick it up for me..."

Su Yun whispered a few words into Ah Hui's ear. Ah Hui looked surprised, but did not dare to delay and quickly trotted back to Jiujiang Tower.

Su Yun left cleanly, but the people inside Jiujiang Building were in an uproar.

Everyone came here tonight for Jiangyou Su Lang, but they didn't expect that Jiangyou Su Lang had some dispute with Hongdu Cao and just got up and left without saying a word.

According to Su Yun, someone was framing him. As for who framed him, it was naturally whoever had a dispute with him.

Who else could it be? Hongdu Cao.

Someone asked in confusion: "It seems that there is no conflict between Hongdu Cao and Su Yun. Why did he frame him?"

Someone laughed out loud and said, "What's so hard to understand about this? Su Shizhan was expelled from the court by the reform party, and they even fabricated the Wutai Poetry Case in an attempt to put him to death.

So, who wants to harm him now depends on who wanted to harm him before."

Everyone suddenly understood.

Someone sneered and said, "It seems that this Hong Du Cao is a member of the New Party?"

Hong Du Cao glared at the person who spoke, but the person who spoke looked at him calmly.

Hong Ducao saw clearly the people who were talking and immediately retracted his gaze. These people were all local big families in Ezhou. They were originally dissatisfied with the new law. On weekdays, when the new law was implemented, it was these people who were most determined to oppose it. He, Hong Ducao, was just a first-class official. Although he was the fourth in command in Ezhou, if he really ran into these local big families, he would be the one who suffered. He had to swallow his anger.

"Hurry up and see what Su Lang wrote." someone said urgently.

The paper was picked up by someone under the covered bridge. He was just looking down when someone snatched it away. He immediately flew into a rage and yelled, "I haven't finished reading it yet!"

The man smiled and said, "It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. I will read it to you all."

The man's steps were very agile. He rushed onto the stage in a few strides, scaring the girls on the stage so much that they screamed and dodged.

The man said in a loud voice: "Everyone, please be quiet. I will read to you what our Jiangyou Su Lang wrote."

The people in the audience sat back in their seats, became quiet, and waited for the young man on the stage to recite.

The young man was immediately a little proud and said, "Listen carefully, this is a poem, and the name of the tune is Bu Suan Zi.

Next is the main text of the poem: Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, the flowers are blooming lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and the wind and rain make it worse.

As soon as the first sentence came out, someone shouted, "Great! Although I don't know what flowers and plants this is about, Su Lang used the flowers and plants by the Broken Bridge as a metaphor for himself, mocking himself for being lonely and homeless, and feeling sad at dusk because of the constant invasion of evil winds and rain.

Haha, this is well written. Only today did I realize that there really are such villains in the world.

You have driven them to a remote place like Huangzhou, but you are still unwilling to let them go. You continue to use various means to kill them all, and you will never stop, right? "

As soon as these words were spoken, many people glared at Hong Ducao and his group.

Hong Du was filled with anger, but the people who were traveling with him lowered their heads, wishing they could hide their heads under the stage.

They are afraid.

Hong Du Cao was an official in the imperial court. He left as soon as his term of office was over, but they, the clerks, were natives of Ezhou. If they were hated by the local big families, their future life would be difficult.

The young man on the stage laughed and said, "It hasn't finished yet, are you still listening?"

Someone in the audience shouted, "Master Zhang, please read it quickly!"

Master Zhang laughed and said, "Listen carefully, the second half is: I have no intention of struggling for spring, I just let the flowers be jealous. Falling into mud and turning into dust, only the fragrance remains the same!"

"Ah?" a girl exclaimed.

Everyone looked sideways.

Zhang Qinghe was seen retreating to the corner with her hands covering her cherry lips, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes, which made people feel pity for her.

Someone shouted, "Master Qinghe Garden, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Qinghe quickly trotted to the young man's side, then saluted everyone in the audience. Fang Fang stood still, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, and she choked up and said, "Please forgive me, gentlemen. I am really hurting myself for my life.

This poem about plum blossoms was originally written by Su Lang to criticize injustice. However, in my opinion, it fully describes the state of mind of a woman like me who has fallen into the world of prostitution.

Outside the post station, beside the broken bridge, the flowers are blooming lonely and ownerless. It is dusk and I am alone and sad, and the wind and rain make it worse. I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I let all the flowers be jealous. They are scattered into mud and turned into dust, but the fragrance remains the same!

"What Qing He wanted was just this last sentence: 'I will be crushed into dust, but my fragrance will remain the same. I am sorry to make you all laugh at me."

(End of this chapter)