Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 278 Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang

[At this time, several maids opened their eyes wide, and Su Yun felt that the calligraphy was like flowing clouds and running water, with a graceful and elegant style. ]

[The indifference in Xie Xuan's eyes also disappeared quietly, and was replaced by an increasingly gloomy look.]

[It's just that everyone present was so focused on him that they didn't notice the gloom in his eyes.]

[Li Shuwan opened her beautiful eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe it.]

[The young man in the pavilion holds a pen, and the strokes of his pen rise and fall, like clouds and smoke, floating and uncertain.]

[Only Zhang Yunzhi felt something in her heart. She felt that her calligraphy today was more elegant than that of a few days ago, and that a sense of soul was gradually emerging from her calligraphy.]

【You finally stop writing and write the last word. 】

[Hu Yunniang's original good poem was also robbed of its glory. ]

[Su Yun couldn't help but exclaim: "What a beautiful handwriting!"]

[He is a man of elegance and talent, good at calligraphy and painting. His handwriting is already very good, even better than the calligraphy of those guests in his courtyard. Su Yun has always been generous in praising such talented people.]

[He carefully examined the wet handwriting on the paper, frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, and said softly: "This handwriting seems to have some of...Mr. Er's style."]

【Zhang Yunzhi was distracted, thinking of what Xie Guan had written before, and then thinking of the calligraphy of the two masters in the academy. After careful observation, it was indeed true.】

[Hu Yunniang's face was also full of amazement, and she praised sincerely: "It is just as Miss Zhi said, this calligraphy is really excellent."]

【Xie Xuan didn't want the others to focus on Xie Guan, so he took out a ball of paper from the cup.】

[There is a word "Spring" written on it. ]

【Xie Xuan couldn't help but laugh and said: "I don't know who wrote this. The last one was autumn, and this one is spring. It really is the four seasons of the year."】

【Everyone slowly came back to their senses from your handwriting.】

[Only Hu Yunniang looked at you and put down her pen, without a trace of complacency on her face because of the praise from the few people.]

[From beginning to end, his face was as calm as the water by the lake. ]

【After Xie Xuan pondered for a while, he chanted to himself: "The bird is too lazy to prune its feathers, the magnolia is fragrant, the temple dragon sneezes, and old leaves sprout new branches."】

[Su Yun also laughed and said: "It is well written and cleverly written. There is not a single word about spring in the whole text, but it already indicates the arrival of spring."]

[“It does seem like a few branches have sprouted in spring, and the movement and stillness complement each other.”]

[Li Shuwan also nodded. It was obvious that Xie Xuan's foundation in poetry was better than Hu Yunniang's.]

【Xie Xuan was also satisfied. Although it was a commonplace topic, it was considered to be innovative.】

[You silently picked up the pen and neatly copied Xie Xuan's poem onto the paper.]

[Su Yun saw this and his expression became more and more excited. The atmosphere of today's poetry gathering was getting more and more exciting, and he was naturally happy.]

【Seeing this, Hu Yunniang chuckled and said, "How about I play a song for everyone to liven up the atmosphere."】

[Su Yun smiled and said: "With Yunniang here, I am blessed today."]

[Upon hearing this, Hu Yunniang's maid hurried over with the zither in her arms and carefully placed it on another table in the pavilion.]

[Hu Yunniang sat in front of the zither, gently stroking the strings with both hands. For a moment, the ethereal sound lingered in the pavilion, like the sound of spring water or the spring breeze blowing on one's face.]

【The music is melodious! 】

[The servants were also fascinated by the music. Mr. Hu's piano music was indeed as good as its reputation.]

[According to the man in Bianjing, the eighteen families in Bianjing are all fairies from heaven who have descended to earth.]

[I am afraid that if I hold her in my hand, she will spoil; if I hold her in my mouth, she will melt. 】

[In the pavilion, the charcoal fire in the stove burned red, emitting a hint of warmth, dispelling the autumn chill. In the autumn afternoon, the sun shines through the clouds. Occasionally, the wind blows, stirring the waves in the lake and creating ripples.]

【The breeze is gentle and pleasant! 】

[Hu Yunniang plucked the strings of the zither with her fingers, her long skirt swaying lightly, her demeanor charming.]

【Xie Xuan stared at Hu Yunniang, and a thought came to his mind: if he could have this beauty accompany him for the rest of his life, it would be a great blessing in life.】

[Once he becomes Hu Yunniang's lover, he will not only be able to marry her, but also become famous in Bianjing and gain the reputation of a talented and romantic man. ]

[The amount of money that Hu Yunniang has accumulated in Xifeng Tower over the years is enough to make people astonished, even if it is calculated on a 40:60 basis.]

[The famous girls in Xifeng Tower all make a living by performing arts and keep their chastity as pure as jade. Not only are they waiting for the price, but also because there are nobles in Bianjing standing behind Xifeng Tower. ]

[The elders of the nine clans had already warned their children not to cause trouble in Xifeng Tower.]

[Among the eighteen families in Bianjing, three have already committed themselves to others, and the rest are all unattached. ]

[If they favor you, you will gain both fame and fortune. ]

【at this time!】

[Su Yun reached out and took a piece of paper from the cup.]

【Looking over the words "bright moon" written on it, he smiled, as if he had made up his mind.】

[Singing about the moon is an eternal topic, and countless writers and poets have used it to express their aspirations. ]

[“Who wrote this bright moon?”]

[He looked at the remaining three people, Zhang Yunzhi, Li Shuwan and Hu Yunniang, and wondered who had asked this question.]

[Su Yun walked in the pavilion. After taking seven steps, he looked at the reflection of the woman in the lake and his brows relaxed.]

[“Got it!”]

[He said slowly: "Whoever holds the moon in the clouds should follow the glaze. He is posing by the lake, with wine in the green cup unopened."]

【Zhang Yunzhi nodded slightly upon hearing this, secretly praising him in her heart. She knew Su Yun's talent very well, and he was somewhat famous in Bianjing. Once this poem came out, Su Yun's poem should be the most outstanding among the five of them.】

【Xie Xuan even praised: "Brother Su is so talented! The moon in the clouds and the luster of the glass complement each other, which is a perfect portrayal of the beautiful things in the world. No wonder the gentlemen in the academy all praise Brother Su for his poetic talent!"】

[Hu Yunniang also smiled and said, "This poem by Master Yun will definitely win the top three even at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival in Bianjing. The artistic conception of posing by the lake and the unopened green wine cup is really intoxicating.]

[She jokingly asked: "Please ask Master Yun, is the person reflecting in the lake a beautiful woman or a man who is as drunk as a jade?"]

[Su Yun didn't pay much attention to the two people's praise after hearing this. His eyes remained on Li Shuwan.]

[He wanted to know what this talented woman, whom he admired, thought of his poems.]

[Li Shuwan's face was calm, and she lowered her head to recite the poem he had just written, as if she was savoring its charm.]

[Su Yun's face lit up with joy just by witnessing this scene.]

[How lucky I am to be able to see the woman I love recite my poems. ]

【Zhang Yuzhi glimpsed Su Yun's expression and thought to herself, if this young master of the Su Mansion knew that Shu Wan had entered the Xie Mansion today for a blind date with Xie Yuan, I wonder how he would react. It would definitely be very exciting.】

[Su Yun was born into a distinguished family. As the eldest grandson of the second branch of the third generation of the Su family, he held a high position.]

[His grandfather Su Jing, one of the four masters of the academy, is now the Minister of the Central Secretariat and the Prime Minister of the dynasty. He has great power in the court and has a complicated relationship with the Empress Dowager in the harem.]

[For this reason, when the Li family realized Su Yun's "deep affection" for Li Shuwan, their first thought was not to cling to the powerful Su family, but to avoid him.]

[In this vortex of power, some people are eager to ascend to the top in one step, while others choose to take a detour. ]

【Thus, the marriage between Li Shuwan and Xie Yuan was arranged.】

[Let my daughter get married early and stop Su Yun from having such thoughts. ]

【After Hu Yunniang played a piece of music! 】

[You write Su Yun's poem on the paper.] [Su Yun walked closer and took a look, his eyes still full of amazement.]

[“The scholars in Bianjing all said that it was not easy to live in Bianjing, and this handwriting was more than enough to provide for one’s life.”]

【He can't help but have a much better impression of you. 】

[Li Shuwan also took out a piece of paper from the cup and unfolded it to reveal two words: "Falling Flowers".]

【Su Yun saw this and said with a smile on his face: "Shu Wan, this is exactly what I wrote, what a coincidence. However, this topic is very broad, Shu Wan, you can express it freely."】

[Li Shuwan pondered for a moment and said, "Since Master Yun has already done this, I can only come up with four quatrains."]

【Su Yunzi said: "Shuwan, if you come up with a sentence or two, it's natural. There is no limit to the format, so just one or two sentences are fine."】

[“It doesn’t matter if it’s a poem or a lyric, even if it’s just a fragment.”]

[Li Shuwan said slowly: "The flowers on the intertwined branches are in full bloom, and the wind and rain are urging them to bloom. I wish the Blue Emperor would always be the master, and not let him decorate the green moss with green leaves."]

[Su Yun's eyes lit up and he said in surprise:]

[“I wish the Blue Emperor would always be my master, and not let the green moss bloom. But how can flowers bloom forever? Flowers wither, and people also have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions. Everything in the world is like this, and it is difficult to be perfect.”]

[“The beauty of poetry lies not in the words themselves, but in the profound artistic conception they create.”]

[Su Yun heard this and praised repeatedly: "This is really wonderful. With this poem, the reputation of our Caotang Poetry Society will surely spread tomorrow."]

[Su Yun recalled the poem again, feeling a myriad of emotions in his heart, especially the sound of Li Shuwan reciting the poem just now, which was like the sound of a cuckoo weeping blood, so sad and moving that it made him feel distressed.]

[Once this poem came out, even Hu Yunniang felt quite sympathetic.]

[Don't say that a noble lady like Li Shuwan can't control her own destiny, let alone a woman like me who was born in a misty and willowy environment, whose life is full of ups and downs like duckweed in the rain.]

[I felt even more powerless.]

[After hearing this, Li Shuwan's personal maid Xiaodie's eyes turned red. She recalled the young lady's marriage to the Xie family, and her heart was filled with helplessness that she could not control.]

[I don't know what's going on. The master and mistress in the mansion love the young lady the most, so why are they in such a hurry to arrange the marriage? ]

【It was like a bolt from the blue. 】

[This matter is also rarely known and is quite secretive. ]

[However, Li Shuwan seemed unusually calm, without showing the slightest trace of sadness on her face.]

[In the cup, the last piece of paper was alone. ]

【Zhang Yunzhi is the only one left on the field.】

[Hu Yunniang said softly, "Miss Zhi, there is no need to look through them. This last one must be mine."]

[“Written on it are the four words Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting. Just choose one as the theme.” She said softly. ]

[After hearing this, the four of them all fell into deep thought. These “music, chess, calligraphy and painting” are almost compulsory subjects for scholars nowadays.]

[After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yuzhi shook her head and said, "Master Xuan and Master Hu have already laid a good foundation for their works. Master Yun and Shu Wan's works are too good to be true. I will not embarrass myself with my humble work, so as to save some face."]

[Of course, this is just a humble statement, and the four of them don't believe it.]

【Zhang Yunzhi also had poems that were spread around, and his talent was well-known in Bianjing. How could he not be able to write a poem with the theme of "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting"?】

[Zhang Yuzhi changed the subject and looked at the young man in the pavilion who was writing without saying a word.]

[“Although Yunzhi has no good works, I have seen you study hard in the small courtyard for many years, and I would like to hear what you have written.” She said gently. ]

【Everyone's eyes are focused on you. 】

[You have put down your pen, and slightly raised your eyes, your eyes are calm.]

[You already understand what Miss Zhang means. She is trying to make you famous.]

[If you write a poem here, whether it is good or bad, you will mention Xie Guan’s name. ]

[Xie Xuan's eyes were filled with complex expressions, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that's not appropriate. Seeing that my brother has not yet been enlightened, I'm afraid he hasn't even read the entire Book of Songs."]

【“Enlightenment?” Everyone looked at you in disbelief, wondering how a person who could write in such a way could be someone who had not yet been enlightened.】

【Xie Xuan asked with a smile: "Isn't that right, brother Guan? Is my cousin wrong?"】

[Zhang Yunzhi frowned slightly and retorted: "Whether one is enlightened or not has no direct correlation with knowledge. Although Mr. San is still only a scholar, is his talent not as good as that of a juren?"]

[You look at Xie Xuan, and say in a calm tone: "It is indeed as my brother said. I have not yet received enlightenment."]

【A hint of pride flashed across Xie Xuan's face.】

[“In addition to his excellent handwriting, my brother is also good at poetry. Miss Zhang, please don’t make it difficult for him.” He said lightly.]

【Xie Xuan would definitely not let the name Xie Guan remain in this poetry gathering.】

【After hearing this, Li Shuwan showed a hint of surprise on her face. She knew very well that in large families, children often started to learn at the age of five or six, and in ordinary families, it would not exceed seven or eight years old at most. And looking at Xie's age, he was probably about to reach adulthood, but he had not yet started to learn. This was really beyond her expectation.】

[She looked around and suddenly realized that Xie Xuan, Su Yun, and herself were all followed by maids and servants. Even Hu Yunniang, the most beautiful woman in Xifeng Tower, had servants waiting on her.]

【Only you, alone, all alone. 】

[Looking closely at the robe you are wearing, it is of ordinary quality. It is naturally not comparable to the gorgeous clothes of Su Yun and Xie Xuan. Even compared to the servants and maids in the pavilion, it is not as good.]

[It seems that the boy's temperament is too outstanding, so she has been ignoring this matter. 】

[After the Xie family incident a few years ago, this "illegitimate child" who stayed behind has been in a very difficult situation in the Xie family.]

[It is both expected and unreasonable that he has not yet been enlightened. 】

[Su Yun didn't care. Since Zhang Yunzhi didn't want to write, the two poems were enough to keep the poetry club in the spotlight tomorrow.]

[Li Shuwan said at this time: "Master Guan, please don't refuse Sister Yunzhi's request."]

【In the face of this matter...you decide.】

1. Agree to this. (Hint: There may be a chance to change your luck.)
2. Refuse this matter. (Hint: It’s neither good nor bad, and it has no impact.)
3. Get involved in person. (0/3)

The subtitles on the cauldron slowly froze.

Yu Ke looked at the three options and the prompts at the back, and agreed to this to change his luck.

He made his choice without any hesitation.

1. Agree to this. (Hint: There may be a chance to change your luck.)
【at this time!】

[Hurry footsteps were heard outside the pavilion, and Lu Ya and several maids hurried over. Before they even reached the pavilion, they shouted loudly, "Master Guan, the old lady invites you to come to Hongjing Courtyard for a banquet."]

【Xie Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and a wave of anger appeared on his face. He couldn't understand how Xie Guan, an illegitimate child, could be qualified to step into the main hall of Xie Hongyuan.】

[You have walked to the table, holding a pen and writing slowly on the paper. ]

【Zhang Yuzhi was equally surprised. How could Xie Guan, a young man who had hardly ever stepped into the Grand View Garden and was often neglected, suddenly be summoned to Xie Hong Courtyard by the old lady? Moreover, the second master of the Xie family returned home today, and there were many distinguished guests coming to visit. It was really a series of major events.】

[While everyone was still slightly stunned, you had already written a few lines of poetry, gently put down the pen, bowed, and then turned and walked out of the pavilion, leaving only your back.]

【“Thank you for watching. Goodbye.”】

[Hu Yunniang came back to her senses, stared at the paper on the table again, and couldn't help but read aloud:]

[“When your name is not well known, your heart will not be undying. You can continue to read articles by candlelight.”]

[“Peng Beihai, Feng Chaoyang, carrying books and swords, the road is endless.”]

[Su Yun looked at the poem on the table, his eyes widened.]

(End of this chapter)