Everyone in Qingchai County knows that the young master of Xun Mansion is about to go on a long trip, which may take as little as a year and a half, or as long as a few years before returning. As for the thoughts of the other young masters in the county, it is unknown.
As long as Xun Yuantuo doesn't leave, this group of young writers and scholars will be suppressed until they can't hold their heads up. What's more, in order to make fun of these young talents, they specially made up a half-true joke: Since the Xun family was born, why should hundreds of mediocre talents be born? It's not that I really underestimate these rising stars in the literary world, but in comparison, Mr. Xun's talent is too close to evil. There are many geniuses with a photographic memory in the history books, but everyone has a photographic memory, and it is difficult to describe such an impressive talent by analogy. How can it be matched by ordinary talents.
Gold and stone can still shine brightly when they fall on a barren hill, but if a jade tripod falls on gold and stone, ordinary people will tend to ignore the gold and stone and instead appreciate the white appearance of the jade tripod. This is the case in this world, which is inevitable.
For the maids and servants in the side yard, I felt more regretful than relieved. Mr. Xun had said in advance that they would not be allowed to follow him. Although the old master of the palace has always been kind to his family and maids, and would not seriously dismiss these confidants who have worked hard for many years even if the young master is away, Qingchai is still a county, and after being in this corner for a long time, he will more or less have the idea of going out for a walk. If it is an old servant, it is okay. As he gets older, he will naturally have less thoughts about moving. But when it comes to maids and maids, they are at the golden age of twelve gold hairpins. How can they resist a heart-breaking desire? At this time, he naturally had a sad expression on his face, and his eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, staring straight at the upright back of Mr. Xun on the second floor, feeling sad and a little sour.
There are rumors in the market that this rising star in the literary world, who is rarely seen in public, already has someone he is attracted to. It is not that everyone makes unreasonable judgments. Xun Yuantuo's poems are full of solemn and ancient charm, and they often attract praise from many old-school scholars, saying that they have the legacy of the Qi Dynasty. There was a time when Mr. Xun was reciting poems inside the wall. His voice was full of grief, like weeping and complaining.
Unexpectedly, the partition wall has ears, and a storyteller who happened to pass by listened to it and spread the word. Those who had good things to do made random guesses, and the situation became more and more intense. Soon everyone in Qingchai County knew about it.
Some people say that Mr. Xun was imprisoned in the mansion for a long time. When he heard the sweet sounds of young girls playing outside the courtyard, he suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart, so he wrote this graceful poem that was inconsistent with his usual style of writing.
The other faction was very confident, saying that they knew the secrets, and that the son's father had never banned him. If he wanted to go out, how could he be stopped? It's pure gossip and nonsense. The truth is that the Xun Mansion expelled a maid two days ago. She probably committed some unforgivable mistake. Mr. Xun wrote the poem for no other reason than missing the beautiful woman.
Although the Xun family is a branch of our family, it is still reasonable and not one of those official families that often bully the people, so there is no further investigation. Who is the head of the Xun family? Naturally, he will not personally come forward to answer the question, so this matter has become a mystery that has never been solved. Several years later, people are still talking about it after dinner.
Xun Yuantuo stopped on the second floor, his hair tied up in the summer breeze, while the young master's eyes were like warm lake water.
"If you have something on your mind, just tell it and listen to it. If you don't want to talk about it, think of ways to solve it, so as not to be trapped by all kinds of worldly affairs all day long and have an unsettled mind on how to study."
Without thinking too much, the person speaking must be Mr. Zhou Kefa Zhou.
But Xun Yuantuo looked slightly surprised at this time. This gentleman is no better than ordinary people. It is very rare for Mr. Zhou to say such words. It’s not that I really think these words are pedantic, but I feel that these three sentences are inseparable from the pursuit of scholarship and etiquette, and they really shouldn’t come from the words of Mr.
Sure enough, Xun Yuantuo was mostly relieved by what he said next.
"I estimate that Xun Ji often talks to you about these words. It is right to explain the truth in detail, but if the scholars are to follow it as a guideline, what is the meaning of human life." The gentleman shook his long coat and muttered something in a low voice. It was really hot, so I leaned against the railing with my head drooped. Xun Yuantuo smiled slightly, as if speaking like this was the true master in his consciousness.
"I've met you, sir." Before Xun Yuantuo could salute, his husband had already smiled and helped him up.
"Being a teacher is not something you should do. Don't follow those cumbersome etiquettes after going through the apprenticeship ceremony. A scholar's waist needs to be straight and there is no need to salute every day."
The two of them were chatting without talking about anything. Downstairs, the servants were busy transporting the items needed on the road to the pear wood carriage. The old housekeeper even made a special trip to the escort agency and spent a lot of money to hire almost half of the escort agency's staff. Among them were several golden escort bosses who had been working as escorts all year round, fearing that something unexpected would happen to them during the journey. A huge group of people gathered on the street outside Xun's Mansion and surrounded Xun's Mansion. At first glance, one might have thought that an old man from a Jianghu gang was besieging Xun's Mansion because he thought he had a long life.
Xun Yuantuo shook his head after seeing all the things happening at the moment, "Sir, do we have to go out on a study tour? There are countless unique books in the mansion, and I haven't sorted them out completely. Isn't it a little premature to go out at this time?" Mr. He was out of his mind and active, so he was a bit curious at the moment.
No wonder Xun Yuantuo was curious. A while ago, someone from the imperial capital of Na'an came to visit late at night, but somehow he was blocked by his husband, who whispered for a while before leaving.
Zhou Kefa never mentioned the identity of this person from beginning to end, nor did he mention the content of the conversation. He just lightly said that he was a visit from an old friend of the Imperial City, and kept the rest tight-lipped. Since then, Xun Yuantuo, a disciple, has been unable to explore the hidden truth. After all, since he has established his status as a disciple, he should uphold the etiquette of respecting his master.
What's more, Mr. Xun is not an idiot. He naturally knows how Zhou Kefa treats him. This person who appeared out of nowhere really regarded him as the successor, even more so.
Old Mr. Zhou was wearing a long coat, but it was still blue. He held the poor-quality jade pendant in his palm and replied slowly: "Literati study and study, they always have to wander around the world, working behind closed doors all day long, it is too pedantic. Besides, the knowledge and principles that people have realized are what they have realized after all. Even if they study hard and stand proudly in the literary world, they are still inferior. Literati should not be domineering and arrogant, but they need to be lonely and arrogant. Yuan Tuo , I guess you don’t want to follow your ancestors and eat dust all day long.”
"I also want to be a scholar. I can write on rice paper and use a light fan. It's best to have red sleeves to add fragrance. That natural and unrestrained demeanor cannot be matched by the poor scholars who travel around the world."
Xun Yuantuo nodded. This was indeed the truth. He supported his chin with both arms and continued to listen to his teacher's teachings.
"When I walked around the world in my early years, in the end I felt that my knowledge was not increasing but decreasing. It was not that I was taught all kinds of temptations, so I lost the hard work and energy that I used to read at night when I was young. To relieve the worries and solve the problems of the people in the world, who will show off this sour ink to others? It seems to have been a long-established pattern for literati to wait for a price, but selling to princes and generals is not as elegant as selling to the common people."
Flowing water is difficult to rot, and if it is pressed down by layers of embankments, it can eventually pry the jade into pieces.
Seeing that Mr. Xun was listening with rapt attention, Old Mr. Zhou smiled slightly and patted the young man beside him on the shoulder, "I see that the courtyard is very busy. In fact, traveling around the world is very simple. It doesn't require so many people to carry luggage, so why not Will you and I travel lightly?"
The servants were busy working for a long time, and it was not until noon that anyone noticed that the upstairs was empty. Is there any trace of the young master and Mr. Zhou?
Unknown to everyone, a few hours ago, a carriage slipped out of the back door of Xun Mansion.
Go straight to Dongfang Yangguan Avenue.
