Chapter 40: The Swing in the Wall and the Way Outside (Part 1)

  At this time, Zhou Wenbo couldn't say a word. This little girl was no longer just an ordinary bookworm, but had reached the level of a "brain-dead fan" similar to those teenage boys and girls who were obsessed with their idols. This beautiful and loyal fan made Zhou Wenbo feel both terrified and secretly pleased at the same time.

  If you say that Zhou Bao'er is uncultured, I admit it. But if you say that Zhou Bao'er isn't a clever person, then that's truly a slander against me!

  At this moment, only the young man Zhou Bao put down his backpack and stood up straight, with a look of flying elegance on his face: "Miss, do you know who this handsome and elegant young man in front of you is?"

  The little girl had just spoken out a large section of words in anger, but after reacting, she felt a bit shy, finding that her previous behavior was not up to the standard of a lady, so she didn't want to talk anymore.

  Then the loyal and brave little green girl stood out.

  "Oh my, just look at you, dressed in silk and satin, so finely crafted. You truly are a refined young gentleman! However, I'm a bit ignorant, and I don't know which noble family you belong to?"

  The young girl stood with her hands on her hips, her long gown sinking down a bit, making her slender waist look like a willow, charming and elegant.

  "Hmph, it's not that I don't want to say it, but if I do, you'll be scared out of your wits! If I were to say it, both of you master and servant would definitely apologize, believe it or not?"

  Zhou Bao was unwilling to reveal the truth at this time and insisted on keeping people in suspense.

  He is a person who loves to show off, usually following the neglected Second Young Master, and naturally has no chance. These days, the young master was promoted to Zhao Guo Gong, his status naturally rose with the tide, and he had been waiting for an opportunity to show off, now he finally found one.

  "I'm so scared! I don't know what kind of background your young master has, but does he want to bully people with his power? Hmph, Miss, I'm not someone to be trifled with, be careful or you'll get a taste of your own medicine!"

  Xiao Qing, however, had a fiery personality and upon hearing Zhou Bao's words which seemed to carry a threatening tone, she immediately placed her hands on her hips and began to scold him in the manner of a standard shrewish woman.

  At this time, the young lady who had restored her elegant demeanor gently pulled at the hem of her dress and looked again at the book in Li Dafu's hand.

  "Hmph, today I'm in a good mood, so I'll spare you all!" Little Qing naturally knew that the young lady was a gentle and weak-natured person who never liked to argue with others, so she could only temporarily hold back.

  "Far in the heavens, near at hand, Mr. Zhou Jinyu is my young master!"

  As soon as this sentence was shouted out, everyone reacted differently.

  Zhou Wenbo knew from memory that Zhou Bao was now in high spirits, but at this time Zhou Bao's performance did not affect his thoughts, and even helped a bit, so he remained silent, watching Zhou Bao perform freely.

  The young lady's mouth was slightly ajar, as if she had just heard some astonishing news.

  Li Dafu was shocked in his heart, originally he still planned to find out the young man's background after he bought something, but unexpectedly got the information he wanted so easily.

  "You say it is, then what's the proof?" Looking at Zhou Bao's complacent expression and that handsome young man's calm demeanor, Xiao Qing knew that Zhou Bao's words were probably true, but she still stubbornly retorted.

  "Look at the pouch in my hand, this is the emblem of the Zhao Guo Gong Fu, and outside the door, our Zhao Guo Gong Fu's carriage is still waiting. Sister, can I still deceive you?"

  Zhou Bao patted the saddle bag with a satisfied smile, where the Zhao Guo Gong Fu seal was embroidered.

  "Go away! Who is your sister?"

  At this time, it was Zhou Wenbo's turn to stand out.

  He walked two steps forward with a gentle smile: "I didn't expect my poems to spread so quickly, and today I'm deeply moved that the two of you gentlemen like my work so much. Why don't I copy another one for this gentleman as a memento, how about it?"

  "You... you, don't deceive me!" Little Qing was shocked by this super expanded plot and could only subconsciously respond.

  The second young lady standing behind Xiao Qing had almost buried her entire body behind Xiao Qing's back.

  He had just made a sarcastic comment about someone who disrespected Mr. Jin Yu, only to find out that it was actually the very same Mr. Jin Yu whom he deeply respected and admired!

  Zhou Wenbo asked the guest to bring a blank book and found a desk nearby, ready to pick up his pen.

  Li Dafu, the clever shopkeeper, has presented a fine-grained and smooth inkstone from a famous family, a purple bamboo wolf hair brush with bright luster, a thick stack of pure white and dense Xuan paper with clean texture, and a new ink cake with a faint musky fragrance.

  The Four Treasures of the Study: brush, ink, paper and inkstone!

  This Li Zhuanggui presented Wen Fang Si Bao is all a masterpiece, even the aristocratic family of Zhou Wenbo has not enjoyed.

  This shopkeeper is indeed discerning, no wonder he can set up such a large industry. Letting Zhou Wenbo look at him with new eyes.

  As the crowd began to talk, Hong Zhuang had already lifted her head. At this time, she saw that the young master was about to write a couplet, so she walked lightly to the desk and started grinding ink for the young master.

  As the ink block opened, the black ink marks seemed like a blooming flower on the inkstone. Zhou Wenbo carefully moistened his brush and then assumed a standard posture, with all the muscles in his upper body mobilized.

  From "When I was born, I should be a hero among men, and when I die, I will be a heroic ghost" to "The small lotus has just revealed its tip, and already there is a dragonfly standing on its head", from "How often do we have the bright moon, let's ask the blue sky with wine" to "Life is like a dream, and one cup of wine is poured under the river moon."

  Zhou Wenbo's pen moved swiftly, and one by one, the poems that had long been imprinted in his mind were poured onto paper, without a single flaw.

  Eighteen poems, thirty-six songs, not one is inferior. Some are written with a vigorous and powerful brush, some have a subtle charm that shines through the paper, some soar like dragons and dance like phoenixes, while others are as strong as iron or delicate as silver hooks. They are elegant and refined, noble and proud, truly worthy of being called masterpieces for the ages.

  At this time, everyone around the table had already been stunned.

  "May I ask what is your lady's name?" Zhou Wenbo had written so many poems in one breath, and was also very tired.

  The second young lady was completely stunned, and her eyes were fixed on the poem in front of her. How could she hear Zhou Wenbo's question?

  Xiao Qing hastily replied: "My young lady's name is Feng Zhen."

  Zhou Wenbo intended to give this die-hard fan a poem, but in the rush, he couldn't think of one that was suitable.

  Suddenly, a flash of inspiration, a masterpiece emerged in his mind.

  "The Butterfly Lovers: A Gift from Lu Jing to Feng Zhen"

  Knowing that Zhou Jinyu, the great talent, was going to compose a special poem for her, Feng Zhen's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't speak, her face flushed with intoxicating redness.

  Everyone was jealous, as if Zhou Jinyu, the great talented scholar and literary star, had descended to earth. If they could get him to compose a poem for themselves, wouldn't their own name become immortal along with this timeless masterpiece?

  "The flowers have faded, leaving only a small green apricot."

  "When swallows fly, green water surrounds people's homes."

  "The willow catkins on the branch are sparse after another blow, where is there no fragrance at the end of the sky?"

  Zhou Wenbo moistened his brush again and began writing the next stanza with renewed spirit.

  "A swing hangs on the wall inside, while a road lies outside."

  "Outside the wall, passersby; inside the wall, a beauty smiles."

  "Laughter gradually fades away, voices gradually quiet down, yet the sentimental are annoyed by the unsentimental."