Jin'er doesn't know about this yet. Who will know if she doesn't tell her?
"Youchu, do you still have any worries? Is it possible that this general's identity is sensitive and it is inconvenient to reveal his identity? Don't worry, we have not publicized that this person is a member of the Shen family, and we will never let outsiders disturb him."
"The Shen family..."
Shen Youchu suddenly had a picture in Shen Youchu's mind of her and Ning Wushang on the island, one painting and the other writing poems and playing the harp and the piano, showing a look of yearning.
Yes, it would be nice if he was from the Shen family.
Yes!
Although he is not a member of the Shen family now, he can be in the future.
Shen Youchu felt that his thoughts suddenly opened up.
She is the daughter of the Shen family. Her parents don't need her to get married. She is allowed to choose her own husband. As long as Ning Wuhuang agrees to be her husband, isn't he a member of the Shen family?
"Youchu, why are you laughing suddenly?"
Ji Jin was getting angry because her friend not only refused to let her see the general, but also laughed at her, which made her feel cold.
Shen Youchu quickly suppressed his smile and declined the two of them seriously.
"This person's identity is indeed somewhat special. Why don't I find an opportunity to ask him if he wants to meet you two? Then I will tell you the result?"
It seems that Mr. Ning did not say that he wrote the poems when he sold them, and the attitude of those who bought the poems towards Mr. Ning was a bit strange.
Before Mr. Ning became a member of the Shen family, it was really not up to her to decide whether to meet Jin'er and King Xu Shi.
She does act nonsense sometimes, but she also knows that respecting others is the foundation of getting along with others.
Ji Jin and Xu Jidao were disappointed and happy when they heard her words.
What's disappointing is that I can't see him right away.
Fortunately, Shen Youchu knew who this person was.
And judging from what she said, this person is indeed in Jinling!
"Thank you very much, Miss Shen, for being willing to pass the message on to me. I am very grateful!"
Xu Jidao bowed again.
Ji Jinggang wanted to ask her if he could go with him, but then he thought that she would continue to assess the students' poems later, so he could only stare at Youchu with pitiful eyes.
I hope Youchu can successfully convince the general to let her study by his side.
"Jin'er, don't worry, I will definitely let you see him."
Shen Youchu rarely saw Ji Jin acting coquettishly to her silently, and his heart softened for a moment.
Isn’t he just a man?
When the time comes, she will definitely ask Ning Wu to write another poem about chrysanthemums as compensation.
"Youchu treats me the best. Youchu, are you hungry? Let's go eat."
Ji Jin immediately smiled like a spring breeze, took Shen Youchu's arm and walked out.
"By the way, Youchu, have you told Princess Jingxian about Shixian?"
"Shixian?"
"King Xu Shi said that an author who can write ten poems should be called a Poet Immortal. If Princess Jingxian knows about this person, she will persevere in seeking talents. Where is Princess Jingxian?"
Shen Youchu, who had just wanted to ask Zhou Jingxian to have lunch with him, quickly dismissed him.
"She is talking about national affairs with Cheng Yi and the others. How can she pay attention to our romantic poems? Don't tell her about the Shixian in advance, lest she scare away the Shixian."
"...That's fine."
Xu Jidao glanced at the two women who were walking away, and then at the papyrus on the table.
This is not an authentic work, it can only be regarded as a rubbing.
Neither of the two girls took them away. He couldn't take them too much, right?
Xu Jidao reached out and picked it up with crazy eyes. He finally realized his mistake, sobered up in an instant, and quickly put it down again.
"excuse me."
Taking without telling is stealing.
No matter how much he loved this poem, he shouldn't act like this.
He was not yet crazy about poetry, he was almost possessed by the poetry of the Immortal.
Xu Jidao bowed to the papyrus, walked out of the study, and quickly called his personal servant who was waiting outside.
"Piao Ling, go get the original manuscript of the poem that I have treasured for many years."
"Master, have you got another satisfactory masterpiece today?"
That poetry collection with the original manuscript written by the Poet King is the only one in the world.
Even Xu Jidao would only take out new poems and add new pages when he was satisfied with the manuscript. He usually kept it at the bottom of the box.
Even if someone wants to borrow it for a short period of time, they have to give out authentic works or last works of famous artists worth ten thousand liang or more to please the master before they have the opportunity to look at it for a while.
When Xu Jidao heard the scattered words, the words of the ten poems flashed through his mind.
He really felt something, and he wanted to take advantage of this interest to express it.
But he wanted to form poems in his mind, but he couldn't help but rely on the poems written by Shixian.
he knows.
If you can't meet the Immortal Poetry, ask him for advice, break through the shackles of wanting to imitate a higher realm in your heart, and you can't find yourself.
This poem of mine has really come to an end.
"Master, I don't have a masterpiece that I'm satisfied with today, so I'm going to use the masterpiece that I'm most satisfied with and ask Shixian to comment on it."
It would be his greatest honor if the Shixian could replace his poems with an authentic piece of papyrus.
The young man Pianling didn't understand the master's words.
But he understood the title "Poetry Immortal", which was obviously more powerful and more stylish than the master's "Poetry King".
Is there anyone in the world who is better at writing poems and lyrics than his master?
Piao Ling couldn't believe it.
…
In the lobby of Ping An Medical Center.
Ning Wuyu compared the two poems in his hands with a look of disbelief.
On the papyrus paper in his left hand is a poem he wrote in his own hand, and it is also the poem he recited in front of Miss Ji - "Wild Bamboo".
"Bamboo grows in the wild, and its top reaches the white clouds. No one praises it for its height, but it keeps its sincerity alone."
The handwriting is neat but for some reason it adds a bit of a stereotyped impression.
The piece of paper in his right hand is the poem that Fifth Brother revised directly before he heard Miss Ji's revision suggestions.
"Bamboo grows by itself in the open fields, and its tops stand looking for hundreds of clouds. No one appreciates the high integrity, but only cherishes the sincerity."
In Ning Wuyu's eyes, the twisted handwriting no longer looked like a dog crawling, but like the bamboo shoots growing out of the heart of the bamboo, growing unyieldingly and savagely.
This poem becomes flexible by just changing a few words.
What started out as a painting turned into a living bamboo forest.
And Bamboo's character of being upright and not blindly following others is also vividly displayed.
"Fifth brother, thank you for your advice!"
Ning Wuyu finally believed that his fifth brother had indeed opened his spiritual orifice.
"Fifth brother finally came to an end after all his hardships."
In fact, Ning Wuyi didn't think that his fifth brother was as unbearable as the rumors outside.
If you were an ordinary person, you would encounter so many things, and you would always be laughed at as a waste, and you would be depressed day by day.
But even though the fifth brother lived a somewhat useless life, he always lived optimistically and actively.
This is what makes Ning Wuyu admire his fifth brother the most.
"With the good words of Third Brother, let's all enjoy the joy of hardship together, and enjoy the hot and spicy food."
Ning Wuyang successfully conquered Ning Wuyang's trust through poetry, and his eyes fell on Ning Feng.
"Grandpa, you should believe this time that I really got the medical center back."
Ning Feng, who was wiping the knife, paused for a moment, said "Hmm" and then wiped it.
Such a simple reaction made Ning Wuhuang feel that something was wrong, but he did not think deeply and continued to move forward with what he had planned.
"Grandpa, I haven't been able to inherit my mother's medical skills, and this Ping An Medical Clinic can't open. I plan to change my business, and I want to ask grandpa to borrow some veterans to help me look after the shop."
"What?"
Ning Feng raised his voice and glared.
He just thought that his darling grandson was enlightened and he didn't have to worry about it anymore.
Unexpectedly, this sweet grandson came up and gave him a big problem.
"Grandpa, I want to sell a kind of incense that is better and more convenient than Ye's Incense Shop. I need help from people. Don't worry, I will give them wages. Even if they are physically disabled, as long as they can use it, I will All can be fed.”
Ning Wuyan knew that his grandfather had not only taken care of his comrades over the years, but also often took care of the disabled veterans who had retreated from the border in Jinling.
Even if there is peace in the prosperous times, there will always be a small group of foreigners on the border who will cause friction due to the lack of contact. Death may not be common, but injuries are common.
"My dear grandson, you're so good, why did you think of selling incense?"
Ning Feng couldn't help but think of the prescription prescribed by the doctor, and sharpened his knife in his hands.
or.
Or beat him up?
Let my dear grandson give up his wishful thinking of making a lot of money and study hard to take the official examination.
Ning Wuyang saw Ning Feng's eyes and shuddered subconsciously, almost forgetting the unrealistic fantasies his grandfather had about his original body.
He was just thinking about expressing his emotions and reasoning, but he didn't expect Ning Wuyi to sigh with a complicated expression next to him.
"I thought that the fifth brother didn't know about Miss Liu and Mr. Ye. It turns out that the fifth brother knew about it all along, but he just didn't want us to worry. Fifth brother, I understand your thoughts. The third brother supports you to compete with the Ye family. .”
What? ? ?
Ning Wuyang was confused and smelled something like dog blood.
Although Ning Feng was puzzled, he clenched the Guandao tightly as if he wanted to fight with someone.
"A fight with the Ye family? What are you fighting for? My dear grandson, what did the Ye family steal from you? Grandpa will get it back for you!"
Ning Wuyi quickly explained: "Grandpa, she is not a thing..."
