Chapter Seventy-One: The Elegant Folding Fan

  "The fart was too smelly and caused me to vomit and have diarrhea, so I'm late, please forgive me!" Wang Yan bowed again to the crowd.

  If you don't look at Wang Yan's eyes, which are filled with a hint of playful smile, and instead look at Gao A Junfeng's eyes, then Wang Yan's words and actions are absolutely respectful and sincere.

  Everyone's face showed a hint of realization, and everyone knew that Wang Yue was making a veiled criticism, referring to Gao A Junfeng.

  "You——" Although Gao A Jun and his father, Gao A Na, were not too bright, seeing the strange looks from the people around him, he also understood that Wang Yun was scolding him. The smile on his face froze instantly, as if suddenly encountering an eternal ice.

  "Miss Zhao Jing, since everyone is here, let's go!" Wang Yun said this and threw a glance at Gao A Junfeng, while sending a gentle gaze and warm smile to Zhao Jing without reservation.

  Zao Jing wore a light blue long dress, her figure was slender and tall, although not as plump and fiery as Zhang Rong, but she had a icy skin and bones, standing quietly there, like a soft and beautiful narcissus, making people feel calm and peaceful unintentionally.

  "Good." Zhao Jing said a word of "good", and a touching arc appeared at the corner of her lips.

  "Miss Zhao, please!" Wang Da's smile grew even brighter as he walked over to Zhao Jing and made a elegant inviting gesture with his hand.

  Zhao Jing smiled reservedly and went ahead. Wang Yue followed her, smiling, to the place where everyone had agreed to climb high and tread on autumn leaves.

  Zhao Jing is the granddaughter of King Yi Yang Zhao Yan Shen and the daughter of Mr. Zhao Zhong Jiang, who is 28 years old and has a beautiful appearance like a flower.

  She is a gentle and virtuous lady, a good match for a gentleman. Zhao Jing not only comes from an extraordinary family background but also possesses both talent and beauty, with a gentle and warm personality, virtuous and moral. Naturally, she is the object of pursuit for these young masters. Unfortunately, although Zhao Jing appears to be weak and fragile on the surface, in reality, she has a very strong and independent heart, with high standards, and politely declined the enthusiastic advances of many young talents, without making anyone feel embarrassed.

  Gao A Junfeng was furious, ever since that day Wang Yan showed off his prowess at Drunken Moon Tower, the jealousy in his heart towards Wang Yan and Gao Xing had been endless like a vast river.

  Wang Yun didn't know that he had bowed to the roadside gods and stepped on a big pile of dog shit, yet he was able to come up with a poem that amazed people. Whether Wang Yun was a talented person or an idiot, Gao Junfeng wouldn't care about it. What he resented was that since Wang Yun's "Qingping Diao", not only did Zhang Lihua from the Drunken Moon Building look at him with increasing favor, but even his dream lover and goddess in his heart, Zhao Jing, had a different meaning in her eyes when she looked at Wang Yun.

  "Miss Zhao, the journey is long and it's very windy outside, why don't you sit in the carriage?" Ah Junfeng swung his two short legs open, with a sincere smile on his face, running to Zhao Jing's side, pointing to a luxurious carriage not far away.

  "Gao Ah Gongzi, the beautiful scenery along this road will not be appreciated for much longer. Besides, Zhao Jing is not a weak person, with today's good weather, let's walk there, recite poetry and appreciate the view, isn't it wonderful?" Zhao Jing looked at Gao Ah Junfeng with warm eyes, her tone carrying a hint of detachment.

  "Alright, alright!" Gao Junfeng smiled wryly, but in his heart he was bitter. His fantasy of sharing a ride with the beauty had been shattered. The three-mile journey ahead might not be a big deal for others, but for someone as massive as him, it was absolutely an inhuman torment.

  Gao A Jun's heart was unwilling, but his face could only hang a smiling expression.

  Gao A Jun thought of Wang Yan, who would not know that thinking of his chubby body, tired and sweating all over, panting like a dead dog, he couldn't help but smile.

  The people who know you best are not your friends but your enemies.

  This sentence was interpreted on Wang Yun and Gao A Junfeng. Wang Yun smiled, and Gao A Junfeng knew that the smile had no kindness at all. Of course, even if Wang Yun's sincere and kind smile, in Gao A Junfeng's eyes, it was also a heart with cunning.

  But in front of the beautiful woman, Gao Ah Junfeng could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart and ask about the female members of the Wang family. Looking at Wang Yun holding that pure white feather fan, Gao Ah Junfeng's eyes showed a hint of disdain, and then, as if by magic, he took out a fine white satin folding fan from his wide sleeves.

  As soon as the fan was taken out, it instantly attracted everyone's attention. Whether it was Wang Yun using a feather fan to show off or a round fan for cooling down, these rich and noble young masters were not surprised at all. But when Gao Ajunfeng took out the fan, it was surprising, especially with a white fan surface with a few words written on it in the popular calligraphy style of the time, with neat and powerful strokes, every stroke and line showing the depth of the writer's skills, embodying the essence of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy.

  Since the Eastern Jin Dynasty, after the book saint Wang Xizhi, the wind of literati's fondness for calligraphy gradually prevailed. Although the Northern Qi was located in the north with more ethnic minorities, the development of Han culture was slower than that in the south, but pursuing beauty is human nature, and as the political and cultural center of the Northern Qi, calligraphy also received the admiration of scholars.

  Feeling the gaze of surprise from the crowd, Gao Junfeng's face involuntarily hung a proud smile. This move was something he had spent a great deal of effort to achieve, and its purpose was naturally to strike at Wang Yan, who held a plain feather fan and considered himself more elegant than Zhuge Kongming and Zhou Gongjin.

  Wang Yun couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he looked at Zhao Jing's gaze fixed on the excellent handwriting on Gao A-jun's fan, and his own fan felt somewhat hot in his hand.

  "Big Brother Wang, you were too hasty just now and actually picked up the wrong fan." Just as Wang Yun was feeling a bit embarrassed, a warm and cheerful voice came over.

  Wang looked at Gao Xing in surprise, and saw that Gao Xing's hands had somehow acquired two fans. Although he had never seen them before, they were undoubtedly fans.

  Delighted, he held two folding fans in his hands. One was unfolded and gently fanned across his chest with elegance, while the other was folded up and handed to Wang Yan. The fan bones were made of bamboo, and the fan surface was made of high-quality white silk gauze, on which a poem was written in thin gold characters - it was "Qingping Diao", the very poem that had once brought Wang Yan great fame.

  The folding fan was something that only began to flourish in the Tang Dynasty, and Gao Xing has always believed that its function of showing off is far beyond its intention of cooling down.

  The gaze that originally belonged to Gao Aojun was suddenly attracted by the excitement, especially the outstanding thin gold body, which is different from the cursive script of Wang Xizhi that people are eager to imitate, but absolutely carries a style that makes everyone's eyes light up, as if entering another world.

  When Gaoxing was about to put the fan in Wang Yan's hand, the latter was still somewhat stunned, staring straight at the fan that Gaoxing had unfolded.

  When Zhao Jing's gaze fell on Gao Xing, a bright light burst out of his eyes. Since the "Qingping Tune" was circulated in the Drunken Moon Building, the entire Ye City has been boiling. At this stage when poetry is still developing, the great work of the Poetry Immortal Taibai is undoubtedly like a stormy rainstorm, sweeping across the literary world of Ye City.

  Wang Yun enjoyed fame at the same time, but also had to accept the troubles brought by fame, such as the jealousy of Gao A Junfeng and others, as well as the infatuation of Xue's boss's daughter, Chuchu Fangxin.

  Zhao Jing was born into a family of scholars, and from a young age, she received good education at home. Under the influence of her intelligent father and grandfather, she read extensively and had a wealth of knowledge. Therefore, she looked down on Gao A Junfeng, that kind of spoiled and dissolute son, but being in a political aristocratic family, she also had to pretend to get along with these people to avoid causing unnecessary trouble for her family.

  What maiden doesn't have spring in her heart, Zhao Jing naturally isn't an exception either.

  In her heart, her ideal husband not only had to be talented and knowledgeable but also have the demeanor of a man. Although Wang Yan was very intelligent, his personality was lacking in stability and he was also somewhat deficient in literary talent. How could the clever Zhao Jing not feel Wang Yan's affectionate intentions? It was just that she was like a fallen flower with intentions, while he was like flowing water without emotions.

  But since the appearance of "Qingping Diao", Zhao Jing's impression of Wang Yan has changed greatly. However, relying on a woman's intuition, Zhao Jing believes that the poem was not written by Wang Yan, but may have been written by Gao Xing, a handsome and talented young man beside him.

  To prove her conjecture, Zhao Jing even disguised herself and went to the Drunken Moon Building, but unexpectedly encountered an embarrassing scene: Gao Xing was kissing a woman on the street, especially since that woman was a courtesan.

  Although Meng Lang's excitement made a big fall in Zhao Jing's impression, his clear eyes looking at her and the occasional calmness and decisiveness revealed in his gestures rekindled her curiosity.

  "Brother Wang, it's getting late, let's hurry up!" He Xing lightly pushed Wang Yan and reminded him.

  Wang Yun let out an "oh" and suppressed the doubts in his heart, opening the folding fan with a "whoosh" sound to cover his entire chest, revealing a ** smile on his face. He looked at Gao A Junfeng's somewhat unsightly expression with satisfaction and said loudly: "Painting a tiger but ending up with a dog, haha!"