Chapter 272: Run Away
"…Now, I am alone in Kyoto, and I was thinking of writing you a letter, but you didn't listen to my advice and went to fight in that temple again."
"I guess you still can't win and will have to escape back eventually, so I wrote something to mock you in advance."
When he read this, Fan Xian suddenly discovered that Wu Zhu, who usually had a blank expression on his face, actually smiled. This was the first time he had seen Wu Zhu smile in more than ten years, so he was both pleasantly surprised and unexpected.
"Uncle, you laughed?!"
Wu Zhu slowly turned his head to look at him, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and his tone was filled with surprise.
"is it?"
"..."
Don't you know whether you are laughing or not? Never mind.
"Uncle, have you really fought in that temple and couldn't win?"
Wu Zhu was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.
"It seems like that's the case."
Fan Xian asked quickly.
"Is it the legendary temple?"
Wuzhu answered very quickly.
"do not remember."
Fan Xian asked again.
"Why fight?"
Wu Zhu tilted his head to look at him and remained silent for a long time.
"do not remember."
Fan Xian couldn't help but ask.
"What is the relationship between me, you and that temple?"
Wu Zhu was silent again.
This time, Fan Xian learned how to answer quickly and stretched out his hand.
"Well, don't think about it. I know you definitely don't remember it. Well, I'll just continue reading the letter!"
Wu Zhu turned his head back upon hearing this.
Fan Xian shook his head, picked up the letter and continued reading.
"I've always been worried that you live in this world without curiosity, desire, or anything you want to do, so..."
"If one day, you can take the initiative to open this box..."
"I've been to this world, seen it, played around with it, been the richest man, pulled out the old emperor's beard, and all I'm missing is unifying the world..."
"As I write, I feel like this is my last words. Xiao Zhuzhu, I wonder if I will still be around when you read this letter..."
"If I'm no longer here, just destroy this box. No one else needs to know my story. They don't deserve it!"
"Xiao Zhuzhu, actually you don't understand, I am very lonely..."
"People come and go in this world, but I am still alone..."
"But fortunately, you are always there for me when I am most lonely."
"Xiao Zhuzhu, I really miss you!"
His emotions were infected, and Fan Xian, who felt a little depressed, slowly put away the letter and whispered.
"I have finished reading it."
Wu Zhu was silent for a moment and then hummed softly.
Fan Xian looked at him.
"Do you miss her?"
Wu Zhu turned to face him and asked after a moment's silence.
"What do you mean by thinking?"
Fan Xian thought for a moment and said.
"Think...think when you're walking, eating, sleeping, fighting."
“No matter what you are doing, no matter how many people are around you, her image will always appear in your mind and her name will always be silently recited.”
"I heard many people talking, but the only voice I wanted to hear was hers. I met many faces, but the only smile I wanted to see was hers."
Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu and said softly.
"If that's the case, then that's what you think!"
Wu Zhu smiled unconsciously again.
"Then I miss her!"
……
The Queen Mother's palace.
The queen mother, dressed in gorgeous clothes, sat on a high seat and asked in surprise.
"Was there an assassin last night?"
Hong Sixiang, who was sitting below, bowed and replied.
"Surrounded by Changxin Palace."
The Queen Mother was very puzzled.
"Are you going to assassinate Li Yunrui?"
Hong Sixiang said softly.
“It’s still unknown!”
The Queen Mother thought for a moment, and her expression soon returned to normal, and she spoke with emotion.
"She is trying to control the treasury's financial power and is trying to make others jealous."
Hong Sixiang did not comment on this and asked.
"Nothing unusual happened here last night, did you?"
The Queen Mother chuckled.
"Everything is normal, I still..."
As she spoke, the Queen Mother patted the couch beside her.
"Slept really well!"
Hong Sixiang nodded.
"Then I will feel relieved!"
……
Fan Xian and Wu Zhu stood side by side in the patio, gazing up at the sky, and after mourning for a long time, they returned to the inner room.
Wu Zhu stood in front of the table with his arms folded, watching Fan Xian cleaning up.
"It's best not to let others know about the young lady's affairs."
Fan Xian paused and raised his head. "There is someone I..."
Wuzhu Road.
"You decide."
Fan Xian smiled and continued to clean up with his head down.
"I'll put this magic weapon back first, but don't sink the box into the river. I think it will be useful sooner or later."
As he was about to put it down, Fan Xian suddenly noticed that the color of the place where the envelope was originally placed seemed to be slightly different from the surrounding area.
"Hi~"
Putting the component in his hand aside, Fan Xian reached out and touched that place, then lifted it up along the corner.
There was a small secret compartment in the ground, and there was also a letter in it.
Picking up the letter and taking a look at it, Fan Xian showed it to Wu Zhu.
"Uncle, there's actually a letter hidden underneath."
Wu Zhu just tilted his head and said nothing.
Fan Xian lowered his head to glance at the contents on the cover and began to read.
"Xiao Zhuzhu, don't open this letter."
"..."
Holding up the letter, Fan Xian asked Wu Zhu.
"What does this mean?"
Wuzhu’s words are concise and to the point.
"do not know."
Fan Xian thought for a moment and asked.
"Should we open this letter?"
Wu Zhu thought about it and said.
"You decide. The lady just told me not to open it, but she didn't say you can't open it."
Fan Xian was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled, revealing his big white teeth.
"Makes sense."
……
What happened at the banquet has been spreading outward since the end of the banquet.
But because it was night and most people were resting, the news did not spread very quickly.
By daytime, the speed at which the news spread suddenly accelerated to an incredible level. After all, the news was too explosive.
It really was as Chen Pingping said, everyone in the world knew about it in an instant!
For the scholars in Kyoto, jaw-dropping things happened one after another, making them not know whether to be happy or sad!
The literary giant, the teacher they respected all their lives, suddenly had his reputation ruined because he falsely accused a talented scholar of his own country in class!
What’s the difference between this and the sky falling?
It shouldn't be like this. What's the point? Why? Why bother?
These three questions popped up in the minds of every reader who heard the news, and they were puzzled.
I couldn't cry, because when one saint fell, two gods were born at the same time, and they were from my own country. The collapsed sky was repaired.
This...should I cry or laugh?
None of them seemed appropriate.
In that case, let’s just not worry about it!
After all, there are hundreds of wonderful poems and verses, just like young girls waiting for them to appreciate them, making people drool.
No matter what! Go, go, go!
A feast exclusively for scholars has begun.
As for the common people, although they could not enjoy the most sumptuous meal, they still ate the stimulants with relish.
For scholars, the dilemma is not a problem at all for them! Who is Zhuang Mohan? I don't know him!
In their eyes, this is just a simple and refreshing story that makes people proud and happy!
The celebrities from the enemy country took advantage of their power to slander and suppress the talents of their own country, but were suppressed on the spot by the talents of their own country with irrefutable strength!
It’s so simple and crude! It’s so awesome! It’s so inspiring! It’s so cool!
The scholars were excited, the common people were excited, and even the officials from the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites who attended the night banquet were excited.
Starting from the duty time, officials from other departments strolled over to these two departments, all asking for details of the night banquet.
Although they had no chance to see the heart-stirring scene of last night, it was good to hear about it. Although they had heard the general situation, it was not satisfying.
Details! Details! Damn it! They need to know every detail of what happened that night. The more details the better!
Especially the Honglu Temple, which used to be deserted, is now crowded with colleagues, all of whom come to see Mei Cheng'an.
What? The parties involved didn't come? Although it was a little regrettable, it didn't matter. The other people in the Honglu Temple were closest to the two parties at the time, and they must know more details than others. Just ask them.
The rear hall of Honglu Temple.
Crowded with people, the entire building was packed with people, some standing, some squatting, some sitting, all looking intently at Xin Qiwu and Wang Sicheng in the center. The two were reenacting the scene of Fan Xian and Mei Chengan drinking and composing poems last night.
When hearing the wonderful parts, there were endless cheers and applause.
Feeling the burning gazes of colleagues around me, and listening to their envy and cheers one after another.
Xin Qiwu and Wang Sicheng's faces became more and more rosy, and they spoke more vividly and passionately!
Even if I am dry-mouthed from talking, my enthusiasm remains unabated!
Daqing has suffered in the literary world for a long time, but now it can finally hold its head high!
Have fun today!
……
Just as the whole of Kyoto was immersed in a sea of joy, Mei Cheng'an, one of the parties involved, was sleeping soundly.
When he woke up, it was almost lunch time. Even though he had only slept for less than three hours, Mei Cheng'an was in excellent spirits.
For him who was very good at meditation, it was easy to fall into a deep sleep. Three hours was enough for him to recharge his energy.
Since he went to bed without having breakfast, he felt very hungry. After a quick wash and change of clothes, he rushed to the cafeteria to eat.
After a long conversation, Mei Cheng'an burped and was called to the study by Mei Zhili before he had time to pick his teeth.
"Dad, what's the matter that you called me here so urgently?"
Mei Zhili walked around to the back of the desk, pulled out a large stack of draft paper from underneath it, and then beckoned at him.
"Close the door and come here."
Mei Chengan didn't understand what was going on, so he closed the study door and walked towards him.
Mei Zhili pointed at the pile of papers.
"This is all the poems you wrote last night that I collected this morning. They were all passed down orally, so there are bound to be mistakes. Please help me take a look."
Mei Cheng'an nodded and agreed without thinking too much, it was no big deal.
But after half an hour he no longer thought so. It was not as simple as checking for gaps and filling them in. He also had to do reading comprehension!
His father asked him all kinds of questions about the places, characters, allusions and the meaning of the poems, which made him very confused.
At first he could answer them easily, but the more his father asked, the deeper and more tricky the questions became, and soon he was sweating profusely.
He fooled everyone he could, and pushed all the things he couldn't fool onto Fan Xian, saying that they were copied from the fairyland and he had never been there, so it seemed reasonable, didn't it?
Looking at the thick pile of papers that had not been answered yet, Mei Chengan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
I can’t take it anymore! I have to find an excuse to get away!
(End of this chapter)
