The sky lights up again.
Rich men and working people all wake up day after day and start a new day.
Although to them, day after day means different things.
For Xia Jingyun, dawn this time means farewell.
Xia Jingyun and Bai Yunbian each took a carriage, one behind the other, driving silently to the pavilion outside Sujiawu.
There, Su Yanyan had been waiting with his maid early and placed a few glasses of practice wine.
The white fox fur made her look holy and elegant, and her pure white suit was like a footnote to this parting, as if she was playing the shengxiao of farewell.
Xia Jingyun walked into the pavilion, the curve of his mouth was as gentle as the spring breeze, and he said softly, "I already gave it away yesterday, why do you need to do this."
"Those are two different things. Yesterday belonged to many people, but today belongs to you and me." Su Yanyan picked up a glass of wine, handed it over with both hands, and solemnly said: "I wish you a safe journey."
Xia Jingyun stretched out his hand to take it and said with a smile: "One more to win."
Su Yanyan smiled and nodded without speaking.
Xia Jingyun drank the wine in the cup, looked at the person in front of him, and said seriously: "These days, I have seen the beautiful mountains and rivers of Sujiawu and the majesty of Dongting Lake, but today I got on the carriage and left. At that time, I didn’t remember those days and mornings on the green lake, those twilights with the breeze and the bright moon. Only a face with a beautiful smile, the moon is shy of the flowers, always hovering in my mind. Thank you for being here today. Come, let me remember this face more clearly."
Never had a girl of this generation heard such straightforward words of love. Even Su Yanyan, who had always been calm and majestic, couldn't help but turn red at the base of her ears and silently took the wine glass.
Xia Jingyun then took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to her, "I wrote something last night and gave it to you."
Su Yanyan had calmed down the sudden turmoil in her heart, reached out to take it, and said with a smile: "That is definitely not for me."
Xia Jingyun raised his eyebrows, "Why? Can't it be that I'm shy and don't dare to say some things in person, so I can only write them down with pen and paper?"
"Do you believe that Dongting Lake will dry up one day?" Su Yanyan raised his delicate chin into the distance with a teasing smile, "I believe that even if you don't believe that you will be shy."
Xia Jingyun looked at the face in front of him, which was more delicate and beautiful than the lakes and mountains. He saw the slight hint of shyness deep in her eyes, and said softly: "Wait for me."
"Okay, I'm waiting for the No. 1 Scholar."
Xia Jingyun heard the meaning of her words, bowed deeply, and strode back to the carriage.
Bai Yunbian didn't want to see this "dog man and woman" having sex with each other, so he didn't show up again at all.
The two carriages slowly passed through the ruts on the ground and drove slowly into the distance.
Su Yanyan stood in the pavilion and looked quietly.
"Miss, have you decided that Mr. Xia will be our future uncle?"
Su Yanyan said softly: "Who is not married to whom I marry? At least I think he is pretty good, talented, capable, and good-looking at the same time. Such a husband is always better than marrying someone from another dandy family, right?"
"So, the young lady just thinks he is a good choice now and doesn't have much love for him?"
"I have only been in contact with him for a long time, how dare I talk about love so easily. If in the future, he is the one in my tossing and turning dreams, then it is love."
As she spoke, she sat down and opened the envelope Xia Jingyun gave her.
Opening the note, you will see words that can be described as pleasing to the eye.
【Yueyang Tower】
[In the winter of the 23rd year of Chongning, I passed through Yueyang County and met with the generals of the Su family at Yueyang Tower. I admired its beautiful scenery and discussed the world. I had many feelings and wrote a composition to record them. 】
[I look at Yueyang's majestic appearance. There is a lake in Dongting, which leads to distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is a vast and boundless water, with morning light and sunset, and a myriad of scenes.]
[If the rain is falling, the moon is not open, the wind is howling, and the turbid waves are emptying.]
[When spring comes and the scenery is bright, the waves are calm, the sky above and below is bright, and the vast expanse of blue is clear.]
【Sigh! I try to seek the benevolent heart of the ancients, or it is different from the two. Why?
Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; if you live high in a temple, you worry about its people; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you worry about your king.
It means that you are worried when you advance, and you are also worried when you retreat. But when will you be happy? It must be said: "Be worried about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's happiness."
Alas! Micro man, who I go?
It was the twenty-second day of the winter month in the twenty-third year. 】
Su Yanyan sat there with her mouth slightly open, her beautiful eyes full of shock.
After a while, she carefully put down the paper in her hand with emotion, her expression was both sad and emotional, "I'm starting to love him a little now."
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In the central courtyard of Sujiawu, several young people were talking loudly in a restaurant.
"Both Mr. Xia and Mr. Bai are gone today?"
"Well, let's go. I saw the eldest lady heading towards the pavilion in person."
"Hey, the eldest lady really has a deep love for him!"
"But Mr. Xia is indeed quite good. Although he has a mediocre background, he has accepted Empress Dowager De as his sworn sister, and his family background is barely enough. But it is amazing that he cannot stand up to his poems. Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. It's like "The water flows from the east to the east" and "When does the bright moon come out?" These are all works handed down from generation to generation! This poetic talent alone is enough to be famous all over the world, and it is worthy of a young lady."
"More than that, his talents are also admirable! At the Winter Solstice Banquet, he made the fourth master commit suicide with just one mouth, and turned the tide. This kind of determination and ability are rare for ordinary people! I think he is a eldest lady. A good match."
"I think differently than you do. I think he is somewhat hypocritical."
"Huh? What do you mean by this?"
"What he said at the farewell banquet yesterday did make sense. I went back and looked through the history books. In troubled times, weapons are rampant and wolves are raging. It is indeed not something worth looking forward to. I am also very grateful to him for waking us up like this. But you guys Don't you think his other words are a bit too high-sounding? In this world and self-interest, you can't have both. Is he really so devoted to the public and loves the people as his own children? It's not just to show himself in front of the eldest lady, but he does it It makes us very selfish."
"It can't be said that. Mr. Xia's words are all in line with the teachings of sages and are often mentioned by others. It can't be considered hypocritical if he talks about them."
"But do you believe that what he said is true to his sincerity? Isn't it just like those yellow and purple ministers in the court, who only speak high-sounding words, but who knows what they are doing behind the scenes!"
"Yes, just like you and me, can we really serve the public and serve the world wholeheartedly?"
Everyone sighed and were speechless for a moment.
For some people, these words seem to prick the darkness in their hearts that they don't want to mention, making them unable to face it.
For others, after several contacts, they have already regarded Xia Jingyun as an idol. Of course, they hope that this idol will be more perfect, but if it is like those powerful traitors in the court, it will be somewhat disappointing.
At the same time, I am also helpless with the situation of the court. How many people in this world are there who are truly loyal to the emperor and patriotic for the world!
Teng Teng Teng!
There was a sound of footsteps from below, and a boy of the same age appeared, "You are indeed here, let's go, Mr. Cheng is calling us!"
A large settlement like Sujiawu naturally has its own family tradition. The people in charge of the Su family, who knew the importance of learning and inheritance, specially invited the great scholar from the state to take charge of the clan education and teach the younger generations.
This Mr. Cheng was a famous Confucian in Zhongzhou. He was invited by Mr. Su to be in charge of the Su Family School in Sujiawu. He stayed there for more than ten years and was highly respected.
The young men of the Su family who had never taken the imperial examination were usually most afraid of Mr. Cheng. When they heard this, they did not dare to neglect him and ran over quickly.
When they arrived at the clan school, most of the students were already sitting. Mr. Cheng, dressed as a Confucian scholar, stood in the clan school with his hands behind his hands, looking at the newcomers coldly.
Several people shrank their necks and quickly returned to their seats.
Mr. Cheng did not blame them for being late. He cleared his throat and said, "I have called you here today because I have an article. I hope you will study it carefully and use it to clarify your ambitions so that you will not waste your time without knowing it."
A student subconsciously boasted: "Sir, have you created another great work? Don't worry, sir, the students will listen attentively."
Mr. Cheng's eyes widened, "Are you the only one who talks too much?"
Everyone couldn't help laughing. Mr. Cheng struck the ruler and silence returned to the hall.
"First listen, then copy, then recite, and finally I explain."
Everyone quickly sat upright, waiting for Mr. Cheng to speak.
Mr. Cheng stood in front of the lectern, looked at the manuscript in front of him, and read slowly.
[In the winter of the 23rd year of Chongning, I passed through Yueyang County and met with the generals of the Su family at Yueyang Tower. I admired its beautiful scenery and discussed the world. I had many feelings and wrote a composition to record them. 】
A group of students stopped writing and looked up in surprise.
Especially some of the people who had attended yesterday's farewell banquet were even more surprised.
"Sir, is this written by Mr. Xia or Mr. Bai?"
Mr. Cheng frowned, "Look at the text, understand its meaning, feel its ambition, who wrote it, and what does it have to do with you?"
But then he couldn't help but say, "You guys sent Mr. Xia too far!"
The teacher made a majestic gesture, and everyone fell silent.
Mr. Cheng snorted coldly, as if to warn everyone not to interrupt randomly, and then continued to recite this heroic article.
"I look at Yueyang's majestic appearance. There is a lake in Dongting, which leads to distant mountains and swallows the Yangtze River. It is a vast and boundless water, with morning light and sunset, and a myriad of scenes."
He chanted slowly, as if he had returned to the time when Su Yanyan came over and let him see this heroic article for the first time.
The expressions of everyone in the hall were still very calm. This kind of description of the scenery did have some talent, but that was it. It was nothing unusual for them, the aristocratic children who were well-informed and had been educated by top Confucian scholars since childhood.
"If the rain is falling, and the moon is not open for a long time, your eyes will be desolate, and you will be extremely sad!"
Most of the people in the hall still looked calm, but some who were older or more talented had slightly condensed expressions, and their hearts were slightly touched.
However, they are still young and cannot truly understand what it means to be desolate and extremely sad.
"When spring comes and the scenery is bright, the waves are calm and we forget about favors and disgrace. When we drink wine in the wind, we are overjoyed!"
This sentence made many people feel a little happy. The bright, open and hearty atmosphere is accurately created by the words, hitting these young people who are in high spirits and full of endless daydreams and longings for the future.
"Sigh! I have tried to seek the heart of the ancient benevolent people, but it may be different from the two. Why? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself."
The hearts of a group of young people were shocked. When these eight words fell into their ears, it was as if an old man who had read everything about the world calmly and calmly calmed down their originally fluctuating emotions with a pair of wrinkled but solid and powerful hands. Smooth.
The previous gloom, dejection, pain, and worry; the joy, excitement, cheerfulness, and elation have all turned into their true colors, restored to an ordinary part of life, calm and calm.
"If you live high in a temple, you will worry about its people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your ruler. You will also worry when you advance, and you will also worry when you retreat. But when will you be happy? He must say: "Be worried about the world's worries first, and then be happy about the world's happiness. "I'm so happy. Oh! Weisi people, who am I going to return to?"
"It was the twenty-second day of the winter month in the twenty-third year."
When he finished reciting the last sentence, in the main hall below, there were only mouths that opened slightly unconsciously, radiating shock.
(End of chapter)
