Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Qingsheng looked at Azan beside him and thought to himself, little guy, you were talking very happily just now, and now you have another brilliant idea for me to listen to.

Achan wanted to show off his power after his previous speech, so he said:

"I think relying on others is one way, but ultimately it all comes down to Ms. Hu's own abilities. For example, she's a great calligrapher, something that's hard for other women to match, even men can surpass her.

I was thinking, could I give Sister Hu's novel to Master to read? Maybe he'd like it too. I'm calling this "borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha." Sorry for making fun of me.

After hearing this, everyone was impressed that Azan's brain was becoming more and more sharp. He used to be taciturn but now he can talk freely in public without any stage fright. He was like a completely different person.

It seems that I can no longer treat him as a child. At the same time, I also find Azan’s suggestion quite intriguing.

Hu Ling is indeed a gifted writer, with a large following both within the community and within the government. It remains to be seen whether she will one day be able to break into the male-dominated literary world and carve out a niche for herself.

However, in the current environment of Dayue Country, many elders and some people with stubborn and conservative ideas are dismissive or even sneer at such romantic works written by Hu Ling.

I suspect Mr. Wu falls into this category. Asking him to carefully savor a romance novel would be more painful than tasting bitter gall.

Everyone was hesitating, unsure whether to approve or disapprove of Azan's suggestion. Then, Wu Shao nodded thoughtfully. Everyone noticed the subtle shift in his expression and, naturally, took the opinion of the main character very seriously. They all turned to him, waiting for him to speak.

Wu Shao no longer tried to hide anything and said bluntly, "My father has a temper that would make him angry even if he read ordinary books. He certainly wouldn't even take Ling'er's books seriously. There's no need to hide this."

The others couldn't help but sigh when they heard this. Wu Shao then changed the subject and said, "However, after listening to Azan's advice, I suddenly remembered something that's also worth pondering." He paused.

Everyone saw that he was still keeping it a secret, without even checking who was responsible, so they urged him to speak quickly.

Unable to withstand everyone's enthusiasm, Young Master Wu continued, "It's interesting to say. When my parents were young and met, they also experienced some twists and turns, and there were some minor episodes. For the sake of my parents' privacy, I won't go into details. Fortunately, they persevered and finally achieved a happy ending."

The other day, while reading a novel by Ling'er, I discovered that some of the content was surprisingly similar to my parents' experiences. I even thought it was a replica of theirs. Ling'er's writing is so beautiful and moving that I couldn't put it down.

I had an idea: if I told this story to my parents and showed them Ling'er's book, would it change their minds and their opinion of Ling'er?

When everyone heard this, they were all amazed. Such a strange and coincidental thing could happen? They couldn't help but praise Hu Ling again. Hu Ling's face flushed, and she even said she had won an award.

Then she whispered to Wu Shao which novel he was reading that was such a coincidence. Wu Shao leaned close to her ear and whispered something. Hu Ling nodded, thinking for a moment.

This is indeed a creative approach. Even someone who is indifferent to literature will be moved to some extent if a certain point of view, plot, or even a sentence touches upon their past experiences or inner secrets, and may even change their attitude towards the book or the author.

Of course, this method also carries certain risks. While it might be possible for Young Master Wu's mother to do so, no one could guarantee that Young Master Wu's father, a dignified elder, would express his feelings over a novel or even improve his attitude towards Hu Ling.

Moreover, you can't be too deliberate in doing this. Otherwise, the old man will just throw the book aside without even reading it, and your efforts will be in vain.

Therefore, we have to choose a good time and place, and have the right person quietly incorporate the plot of the book into the old man's eyes. Perhaps this will have a natural effect and will not make the old man afraid of being laughed at.

It seems that the matter between Wu Shao and Hu Ling is not easy to handle. Even for this small matter, we need to pay attention to details and be artistic in doing things silently.

Ranmo agreed with this opinion to some extent. She had previously mentioned that the county magistrate's wife was also secretly reading Hu Ling's novels.

If she mentioned the book to Wu Shaoniang during their casual chat and said good things about it, and if Wu Shaoniang agreed, she could then privately discuss it with Mr. Wu so they could explore it together, which might have unexpected results.

Therefore, she tentatively decided on this plan as "borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha" according to the Azan Tifa. The "flowers" had been decided, and it would depend on who would borrow the flowers and who would offer them.

This method of discussing the subject, combined with military vocabulary, greatly piqued everyone's interest. Everyone became like a military strategist, actively thinking of strategies.

Some even took the initiative to propose some things that Ran Mo did not mention (perhaps they were mentioned in the book), such as chain strategies and round-robin battles, etc., using various methods to take turns, vowing to "take down" Mr. Wu.

Qingsheng originally wanted to suggest a beauty trap, but due to the face of his elders and the authority of Mr. Wu, he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

He was quite interested in some of Ranmo's ideas, so he picked out a few and asked Ranmo what they meant. For example, he had never heard of the phrase "wei wei jiu zhao" and couldn't guess its meaning from its literal meaning.

Ranmo understood that this story didn't happen in their area, so it was normal that they hadn't heard of it. So he briefly explained it to him.

The saying "Besiege Wei to Save Zhao" means that when a place is besieged, its reinforcements will attack and knock on the attacker's lair, making it unable to take care of other things and forced to retreat, thus saving the besieged.

Everyone was enlightened when they heard this. Qingsheng thought to himself that this plan was a good one, but it couldn't be used against Young Master Wu.

But that's not entirely true. If we consider Wu Shao's father as the attacker, and Wu Shao and Hu Ling as the trapped, then can we find a way to attack indirectly?

His eyes lit up and he had an idea, but it was not appropriate to say it publicly in front of everyone at the moment. He decided to tell Ran Mo privately after the "meeting".

Everyone talked about it for a long time, and in the end they were not limited to discussing the matter of Wu Shao and Hu Ling, but also brought out the strange things or troubles they encountered in their lives for everyone to discuss.

It was extremely lively for a while, and even the clouds of worry that had been lurking on Wu Shao and Hu Ling's faces disappeared.

Qingsheng acted decisively and asked Ranmo to take out paper and pen. He wanted to write a letter to his father immediately, asking him to come out and do some work for Wu Shao's father.

Wu Shao and Hu Ling were both deeply grateful. Ranmo also admired Qingsheng's decisiveness and enthusiasm. He also helped him choose his words, speaking sincerely and with measured control. He also expressed some favorable opinions that were discussed earlier.

Soon, the letter was finished, waiting to be mailed from the street post station. The letter asked Qingsheng's father to send the reply directly to Wu Shao's father, inviting them to speak directly.

At noon, everyone went to the market together, first delivered the letters, and then chose a good restaurant to have lunch.

Young Master Wu said that since everyone had helped so much, he would treat them today. Everyone accepted the offer with cheers. As the various dishes arrived, including a mix of meat and vegetables, accompanied by berries and wine, everyone enjoyed the meal with great joy.

After dinner, we went for a walk in the countryside. This wasn't a barren desert, but rather a vast expanse of cultivated fields and green fields. Not only was this a practical solution to growing crops, but the scenery was also delightful, making it a popular spot for the villagers to wander and relax.

A few of them wandered through the wheat fields, still lush and green. They sat on the ridges, enjoying the scenery while chatting and humming. Qingsheng suggested that Ranmo sing a song for them.

Ranmo couldn't refuse, but thinking it wouldn't be a good idea to sing something too modern, he chose to sing a classic, "Fisherman's Song." He felt that the gentle and lingering style and artistic conception were quite suitable for this era.

"Clouds float in the sky, fish hide in the water, fishing nets dry in the morning sun, the sea breeze blows in my face. The tide rises, the waves surge, and the fishing boats drift east and west..."

Everyone listened, entranced. Although there were no fishing houses or lakes in sight, everyone's thoughts were drawn to that distant, ethereal realm...