Volume 2: Ren Ping Sheng Chapter 67: Crash

  The autumn rain comes and goes, endless, with thousands of threads, dripping down. With the arrival of this rain, the weather suddenly cools down, with a hint of chill.

  Chen Jianchen had already put on his autumn clothes, he sat upright in the study, making the most of his time to review the Four Books.

  Knock knock knock!

  The knock at the door was from Ah Bao.

  Ah Bao walked in, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand. She put the tea on the desk and didn't leave immediately, but instead looked like she wanted to say something.

  "What's wrong?"

  Abao slightly lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Liu Xian Ge, can I read books?"

  "Of course, if you're willing, I'll teach you when I'm on vacation this year."

  "Really?"

  Ah Bao's eyes shone with joyful light, and he was very excited.

  Chen Jianchen smiled and said, "What's the big deal? Reading and recognizing characters is a good thing... Ah, Abao, it turns out that I was also neglectful. Now you're still young, just the right age for reading. Alas, unfortunately our family is poor and has no connections, so we can't send you to the Qingxue Academy."

  "Ah Bao waved his hand repeatedly: "Liu Xian Ge, you and your mother are willing to take me in, I am already very satisfied...I have no other thoughts...I just want to read books to recognize some characters..."

  As she spoke, her eyes reddened.

  Chen Jianchen hastily stood up and comforted, "This is not a problem at all. After the holiday, when I have more systematic time, I will teach you. Hehe, brother teaching sister, isn't that natural?"

  Abao burst into tears and laughed, then walked out.

  Chen Jianchen sat down to read again, but before long, Abao suddenly walked in again, looking a bit strange, and said: "Liu Xian Ge, there's a girl outside looking for you!"

  Miss?

  Chen Jianchen was quite surprised and got up to go out, only to find that it was Nie Xiaoqian's personal maid.

  The maid saw him and first bowed respectfully, saying: "Master Chen, our young lady has ordered me to deliver a message."

  As he spoke, he took out a letter from his bosom.

  Chen Jianchen took it, and before he could say a word, the maid bowed again: "The letter has been delivered, I bid you farewell." She opened an umbrella and turned to walk into the rain.

  Back in his study, Chen Jianchen opened the letter and read it.

  "Dear Sir, I have already told my father about the incident with Wu last night. No need to explain further, but I just want you to be at peace and not let your talents be wasted because of Father's ignorance. However, Wu is a narrow-minded person, so please be cautious. As for the midnight visit, maybe it was reckless of me and I apologize if I was impolite. But I think you are understanding and won't blame me. By the way, I really like the brush and ink you gave me, thank you very much..."

  After reading the letter, Chen Jianchen's mind suddenly jumped out of Nie Xiaoqian's figure. Undeniably, for her, Chen Jianchen had a lot of good feelings.

  Nie Xiaoqian is lively and cheerful, with a keen eye, a clear mind, and an understanding of great righteousness. As for her appearance, it's not worth mentioning. She spoke directly to her father, exposing Wu Wenchang's sinister plot; she also warned Chen Jianchen to be careful in his actions, beware of Wu Wenchang's harm, etc., all showing extraordinary wisdom.

  She is generous and elegant, with a strong sense of justice, and possesses martial arts skills. She is truly an extraordinary woman, who can be summarized in eight words: "Daring to love and hate, unparalleled in beauty and wisdom!"

  Chen Jianchen suddenly remembered that in the original or on screen, Nie Xiaoqian's image was one of a woman who dared to take the initiative to pursue happiness, with extraordinary courage, like a moth flying into flames, and would break through the shackles imposed on her without hesitation. She was not waiting for a husband in a boudoir, but could only dream about her future husband's appearance. During this period, they couldn't help but feel sad and cry several times, until finally, they were sent to the bridal chamber in a daze, waiting eagerly for a stranger to lift their veil.

  That man might be a stout bald old man or perhaps a sickly bookworm...

  Nowadays, Xiaoxian is clearly unwilling to be like that, like a wooden puppet being manipulated by others, coming and going without any control. However, this behavior has been exposed in public, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it can't help but feel shocking and unconventional, even defined as "not following the traditional virtues of a wife".

  In the Tianyun dynasty, what was called "women's virtue" was typically "following one's father at home, following one's husband after marriage, and following one's son after her husband's death". Even if they could go to school, it was only for superficial elegance and showing off.

  Chen Jianchen suddenly became vigilant and couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Nie Xiaoxian would also suffer a great deal in the future and become a gloomy and ethereal female ghost?

  But things seem to be a bit unrelated...

  Hmph!

  A faint sound broke Chen Jianchen's meditation, and it turned out that the mouse demon Xiao Yi had returned, returning quite quickly.

  "Reporting to Master, after Xiaoyi's investigation and observation, currently in Jiangzhou Prefecture City, only one place has discovered the traces of Daoist practitioners, which is Chaotian Pavilion in the east of the city."

  The mouse demon spoke up and said.

  Chen Jianchen asked: "What is Chao Tian Guan?"

  The demon mouse continued: "That Taoist temple is not very large, but the incense is extremely prosperous. It's said that the abbot inside claims to be Zhang Tian Shi, from Mount Longhu, and his Taoist skills are excellent. As a monk, he actually has a close relationship with the officials of Jiangzhou, often being an honored guest at banquets for the powerful."

  Chen Jianchen nodded and said with a stir in his heart: "Xiao Yi, come with me. I want to go out and take a look at the sky."

  The mouse spirit received its orders and with a whoosh, jumped into Chen Jianchen's waist pack, lying there quietly.

  Chen Jianchen took an oil-paper umbrella and said something to Mo Sanniang before strolling out the door.

  On a rainy day, the number of people on the street has obviously decreased greatly, and the stalls on both sides have become much sparser. Due to poor maintenance, many places on the ground have accumulated water.

  Chen Jianchen had a clear goal in mind and headed straight to the east of the city to find that Chaotian Pavilion.

  After walking for about the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, he arrived outside the Chaotian Pavilion. At a glance, it was indeed just a small Taoist temple, with an ancient charm that seemed to have been around for many years.

  Chen Jianchen was just about to step forward when he suddenly stopped, quickly turned around and hid in a corner - because at this moment, he saw a sedan chair being carried out from the side door of the Taoist temple.

  Chen Jianchen did not know whose sedan chair it was, but he recognized the man walking in front of the sedan chair to clear the way.

  Good fortune!

  Wu Wenzai's house servant.

  So, the person in the sedan chair must be Wu Wenchang.

  The autumn rain is misty and hazy, it's just the right time to go to a brothel to drink and listen to music, why did Wu Da Gongzi have the elegant interest to run to a Taoist temple?

  It can't be just for burning incense and worshiping gods.

  Something fishy is going on here...

  Chen Jianchen hesitated for a moment before instructing, "Xiao Yi, find a way to sneak into that sedan chair and see if you can gather any information."

  "Yes!"

  The mouse spirit was extremely agile and quickly rushed over. With its cultivation, it would be easy to sneak into Wu Wenchang's sedan chair quietly.

  Who would mind guarding against a little mouse?

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