Chapter 41: The Swing in the Wall and the Way Outside (Part 2)

  "You rascal, how did you know that there is a swing in our mansion?" Just as Zhou Wenbo had finished writing, he heard a loud shout by his ear. Looking up, it was the beautiful maid.

  Miss Feng's face turned red like a ripe apple, but her hands took over the poem handed by Zhou Wenbo without hesitation.

  At this time, she saw a poem with a hint of flirtation and confession. With the shyness of a young girl, how could she still bear to stay here? After bidding farewell to Zhou Wenbo, she hastily left.

  Zhou Wenbo could only smile and shake his head, this is a widely spread word of the great writer Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty. Although many scholars in later generations forced to add so-called regrets of fleeting time, lamentations of ups and downs in officialdom and helplessness of drifting with the tide, they are actually nonsense.

  It's actually a poem about a scholar who heard the laughter of his beloved in spring but never got to see her, and years later recalled it in verse. The language is fresh and has a nice ring to it, Zhou Wenbo had always liked this little poem from his past life.

  As for the later generations of high school Chinese, if they must cling to the so-called profound meaning of poetry and lyrics, it is purely a waste of effort. It's just like asking the original author to answer questions about modern texts, which is not even up to par. This is similar to the study of oracle bones during the Ming dynasty, where research has gone astray.

  What a coincidence that this young lady's family has a swing at home? I'm really getting hit while lying down.

  No wonder he grabbed the poem and left in a hurry, probably thinking that he would be treated as a cultured villain with ulterior motives.

  Poor Zhou Wenbo still doesn't know what kind of relationship this master and servant are in.

  This name Feng Zhen, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before?

  What a pity for this fate.

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  Zhou Wenbo, who had already lost interest, was about to leave, but at this moment Li Dafu came over and asked him to leave a piece of his calligraphy.

  Zhou Wenbo used such high-end stationery today and wrote dozens of pages. If he didn't leave something for the host's family, it would be really unacceptable.

  So I can only write the four big characters "Qǐ Míng Shū Wū" and sign my name below. As for whether it will be used to make a door plaque, that has nothing to do with me.

  Zhou Wenbo, who had lost interest, didn't buy anything else and chose to head back home.

  Just as Zhou Wenbo and his entourage had returned to the Zhao Guo Gong Fu, they heard the gatekeeper come to report that Zhuge Yu had arrived. It turned out that Zhuge Yu had actually settled all matters at home within one day and had returned to fulfill his orders.

  Feng Zhen and Xiao Qing had just returned to the mansion when they coincidentally ran into Father.

  "Feng Zhen, you rushed back in a hurry, but have you already bought 'Listening to the Pine Pavilion Collection'?"

  This man is over forty years old, about 1.8 meters tall, with a strong build, long beard and whiskers, majestic and dignified, exactly the commander of Baoyi Army, Fu Yanqing.

  It turned out that this Phoenix was actually the second of the Fu sisters, Fu Fengzhen.

  The one who asked was the old master, and Xiaocui naturally didn't dare to respond again, standing behind the young lady with her head down and eyes lowered.

  "Today, I met Mr. Jin Yu at the Qiming Bookstore, and he even wrote a poem for me in person!" Feng Zhen, who had already returned home, was no longer as embarrassed as when she last met Zhou Wenbo. Her pretty face was radiant with a bright smile, like a little fox that had stolen grapes.

  "Oh, what's that book you're holding in your arms? Let me take a look." Yu Xianqing said as he took the book from his daughter's tight grasp.

  Fu Fengzhen was very close to her father, and for a moment she didn't react, handing over all the manuscripts in her hand to her father. Only then did she think of the poem that Zhou Wenbo had written for her, and she felt both shy and embarrassed. However, whether it was due to her family upbringing or courage, she couldn't bring herself to take back the book from her father's hands.

  Zhou Jinyu's lyrics, only a few have been passed down, most of which were seen by Fu Yanzheng for the first time. Although he is a descendant of a military family, he has also studied poetry and books, and this poem with its elegant and refined language and unconventional calligraphy is simply a perfect work of art, leaving him speechless with admiration.

  It wasn't until he flipped to the very last poem that Xiang Yanqing saw that the title of this poem was actually "Die Lian Hua - Luo Jing's Gift to Feng Zhen".

  It was obviously raised for his daughter, and Fu Yanqing paid even more attention to it, and actually read out the poem word by word.

  The first half of the poem was quite to Su Xun's liking, seeing skill in its plainness and atmosphere in its simplicity. But when he read the second half, his brow furrowed, and the more he read, the slower he went.

  "Overly sentimental yet always annoyed by the unsentimental."

  "This impudent whelp, how dare he loiter outside the walls of my estate? What a lack of decorum!" Yu Yanqing was furious.

  The reputation of the three sisters of the Fu family had already spread throughout Luoyang City when Fu Fenghuang married into the imperial family as a noble concubine, and everyone knew that the three beloved daughters of Fu Jiedu were all heavenly beauties with stunning looks that could eclipse the moon, shame flowers, and entice fish to jump out of the water. At this time, the youngest daughter, Fu Fengting, was only five years old.

  Even the nicknames of the three girls were spread out by the curious nobles of Luojing, and many people are waiting to take away the remaining two beloved daughters of the Fu family. Not only can they hold beautiful women in their arms, but also become brothers-in-law with the emperor, it's really a win-win situation.

  At one time, there were countless lechers surrounding Fu's mansion, wanting to take a peek.

  It's no wonder that from Fu Yanqing to Fu Fengzhen and Xiao Qing, all three of them misunderstood Zhou Wenbo as the one who was eavesdropping on the laughter of the young girl playing on the swing in the poem. This is because during the spring and summer seasons, the second miss of the Fu family's greatest form of entertainment was to play on the swing that her father had specially ordered to be set up in the courtyard under Xiao Qing's urging.

  Feng Zhen's face turned bright red again, but at the same time, a sweet feeling arose in her heart. She never thought that the elegant and talented Mr. Jinyu would like her just because he heard her laughter.

  "This stinky kid, no way. I was originally planning to shirk off, but it seems that tonight's banquet is something I have to attend." Fu Yanqing muttered to himself.

  "Fu Gui, go and invite the best mounting craftsman to come to our mansion, and have him mount these poems with the finest craftsmanship!"

  Yu Yanqing said with his mouth, but still carefully held the calligraphy and painting in his hand, afraid of making a wrinkle.

  He had no idea that the poem he inadvertently wrote would coincidentally match the facts so well, causing Zhou Wenbo to be mistakenly recognized as a plagiarist by the Fu family. If Zhou Wenbo knew about this, he could only sigh and say that this is the price of plagiarism.

  In the evening when the moon rose and scattered its splendor, Zhou Wenbo took Xue Ying with him to attend a banquet hosted by Meng Zhixiang, the newly appointed Military Governor of Western Sichuan.

  Meng Zhixiang was also a hero, he arrived in Shu not long after Li Cunxu was defeated by Li Siyuan, and Li Siyuan ascended to the throne. Meng Zhixiang harbored the idea of establishing himself as the King of Shu, and consistently disobeyed the orders of the Later Tang central government, eventually establishing the "Great Shu" regime, known in history as the Later Shu.

  Although he is an ambitious person, he is also the only ally that Zhou Wenbo can choose. The task of conquering Shu and recruiting remnants of defeated troops falls on this person's shoulders, so Zhou Wenbo can only treat him with courtesy.