Chapter 406 Case closed
Qin Xueyin put down Duan Rong's poem and picked up Zhu Peng's. She looked at Zhu Peng and said in a gentle voice, "When I read Mr. Zhu's poem "Early Morning Walk in Shangshan", I felt that the tone was ancient and elegant, and there seemed to be a kind of hazy beauty. I am very curious about what kind of mood Mr. Zhu was in when he wrote this poem."

Zhu Peng was stumped by the question.

He didn't even fully understand the meaning of the poem, so how could he know the mood in which it was written? However, he was already very satisfied to be able to meet Qin Xueyin on this trip. Since he couldn't answer, he didn't plan to force it.

Zhu Peng said: "To be honest with you, Miss Xueyin, this poem "Early Morning Walk in Shangshan" was also written by him."

As Zhu Peng spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Duan Rong.

"Oh?" Qin Xueyin's eyes were slightly surprised.

Only then did she realize that although the two poems, one in regular script and the other in cursive script, the details of the writing were quite similar, as if they were indeed written by the same person.

Qin Xueyin looked up at Duan Rong again at this time, her eyes were full of meaning.

"This poem, "Early Morning Walk in Shangshan", was originally written by Master Duan. Xueyin has read this poem over and over again, but she always feels that it has a kind of implicit and profound meaning that is yet to be fully understood. I would like to ask Master Duan to explain it a little to clear up Xueyin's confusion."

Duan Rong ate a piece of braised pork and pinched two grapes to relieve his greasiness before adding, "Oh, I also like this poem "Morning Walk in Shangshan" very much."

"When I wake up in the morning, the bell of the journey rings, and I feel sad for my hometown. Cocks crow in the thatched hut under the moon, and footprints are on the frosty wooden bridge. Oak leaves fall on the mountain road, and citrus flowers brighten the post station wall. Thinking of the dream in Duling, ducks and geese fill the pond." Duan Rong said this and then recited the poem again, shaking his head.

That somewhat silly look made Qin Xueyin, who was wearing a veil, smile slightly.

After Duan Rong finished reciting, his eyes suddenly became very deep. He looked at Qin Xueyin and said, "The first four lines of this poem describe the difficulties and frustrations of the journey. But in fact, it also describes the frustrations in life. There is a sense of confusion and wandering between the lines."

A sense of confusion and a sense of wandering, these two words with a strong postmodern flavor, are extremely appropriate when used by Duan Rong at this time. He has very well grasped the essence of the hazy beauty of Wen Tingyun's poem, which can be said to be a very accurate description.

Qin Xueyin's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard this. "A feeling of confusion? A feeling of wandering?"

It was like a layer of window paper that was pierced by Duan Rong's words. Qin Xueyin almost instantly melted into the profound meaning of the poem.

Duan Rong continued, "During this difficult and frustrating journey, he suddenly saw a pale white trifoliate orange flower beside the post station wall. The beauty of the trifoliate orange flower seemed to illuminate the post station wall, so the word 'bright' was used here."

"The bright white citron flowers illuminated not the post wall, but his frustrated and troubled heart. He immediately remembered a happy dream he had last night."

"Thinking of the dream in Duling, the ducks and geese fill the pond." Duan Rong recited the last two lines of the poem again. This time, as soon as he recited it, Qin Xueyin felt a chill all over her body.

Duan Rong said: "Everyone who lives in this world full of flaws is actually in some kind of frustration and distress, filled with confusion and wandering. It is only by relying on the hazy and beautiful fantasy hidden in the heart that they can support this body to move forward. This is true for Duan, Miss Qin, and everyone in the world!"

"Deep pain lurks in the depths of the soul, like a silent fog that permeates the abyss of existence."

After Duan Rong finished speaking, he poured himself another glass of wine and poured it down his throat. I don't know if it was because of this poem, but Duan Rong actually tasted a bit bitter when he drank this glass of wine.

Qin Xueyin and Zhu Peng both stood there in a daze, not saying a word for a long time.

Although Zhu Peng didn't hear it, he was also shocked.

After listening to Duan Rong's explanation, Qin Xueying looked at the poem "Early Morning Walk in Shangshan" in her hand, and felt that these verses penetrated the vicissitudes of time, described the sorrows of the world, and the indescribable helplessness of being born as a human being in this vast world.

Duan Rong's analysis has made this poem transcend the suffering of being away from home and become a sad lament about the deep suffering of people all over the world.

"Deep pain lurks deep in the soul, like a silent fog that spreads over the abyss of existence." Qin Xueyin murmured as she chewed on Duan Rong's words, feeling more and more clear-headed.

Looking at it now, the original hazy feeling in the poem is gone, and replaced by a bottomless abyss.

That is the depth of the human heart!
Moreover, this is not Duan Rong's fabricated interpretation, but the profound meaning of the poem itself. It's just that this profound meaning is hidden deep between the lines, and it requires a deep brain to dig it out.

Qin Xueyin's heart was beating fast and her chest was rising and falling. It took her a long time to calm down. She looked up at Duan Rong.

Duan Rong was not good-looking and was dressed in blue, but his profound thoughts penetrated Qin Xueyin's heart.

The reason why she set up the Qinlou Poetry Contest was because she was a poetry lover, but before she met Duan Rong, she had never thought that the emotion expressed in poetry could reach such a profound level.

That is the deepest part of the abyss of the human heart, a place that cannot be reached by language.

Qin Xueyin said: "Xueyin set up this Qinlou poetry contest, waiting for someone like you!"

"Please accept Xueyin's greeting!"

As Qin Xueyin spoke, she stood up from the piano platform, knelt down in front of the desk, and bowed to Duan Rong.

When Qin Xueyin bowed and stood up, she suddenly raised her hand and took off the veil on her face.

A peerless and beautiful face then emerged!

Duan Rong's heart moved. She was indeed the famous prostitute of Shenyun Mansion, with such a beauty!
Zhu Peng's eyes widened, not only because he was stunned by Qin Xueying's beauty, but also because he knew that Qin Xueying was willing to take off her veil and wanted to keep Duan Rong overnight.

Staying overnight at Qin Tower is the dream come true for the playboys of Shenyun Mansion!

However, Duan Rong took away the peak of their dreams so easily!
Although Qin Xueyin has participated in the poetry competition at Qinlou for several years, this is the first time she has stayed overnight. She is actually still a virgin!

Duan Rong seemed unaware of it. He just glanced at Qin Xueying for a few times and continued drinking calmly.

Zhu Peng looked at Duan Rong with some jealousy. He felt a little sad, but he still came close to him and reminded him in a low voice: "Brother Duan, Miss Xueyin took off her veil to keep you overnight."

Duan Rong had a mouthful of wine in his throat and almost choked when he heard this.

He coughed a few times, looked at Zhu Peng, and whispered, "We still have to go back to the Dali Temple! How can we stay here overnight?"

Zhu Peng raised his voice and said, "What's the big deal about the Dali Temple? Brother Duan, please don't offend the beauty!"

Duan Rong was embarrassed when he heard Zhu Peng say that. He stood up and clasped his fists towards Qin Xueyin and said, "Excuse me, Miss Xueyin. We have something else to do. We'll take our leave now! We'll discuss poetry together next time."

Qin Xueyin was slightly startled and asked, "Sir, do you dislike Xueyin's ugly appearance?"

Duan Rong pulled Zhu Peng to leave, but Zhu Peng stood there angrily, blocking his way. He was a little angry that Duan Rong was so rude to Qin Xueyin.

Duan Rong had no choice but to smile and say, "Ms. Xueyin is a stunning beauty. She has nothing to do with being ugly."

Qin Xueyin said: "If that's the case, why are you in such a hurry to leave, sir? You're avoiding Xueyin as if he were the plague."

As Qin Xueyin spoke, a trace of sadness appeared on her face.

Duan Rong immediately bowed and said, "Don't be surprised, Miss Xueyin. I already have a virtuous wife at home. How earnestly she is waiting for her husband to return home from thousands of miles away! Although I am alone here, I dare not let you down! Miss, you can understand!" Duan Rong had been baptized in the ruined temple and had a family with Xiao Yu. When it came to matters between men and women, he was no longer a novice. What's more, his heart, which had been baptized by killing, had already become firm in his Taoism and would not be easily shaken.

And he is a family man!
If one day Xiao Yu found out that he was visiting a brothel and staying overnight in Shenyun Mansion, wouldn't he cause a huge uproar?

Qin Xueyin heard this, the sadness on her face disappeared, and she looked at Duan Rong with admiration. It's rare to have a lover!
"It's such a blessing to marry Mr. Yu." Qin Xueyin said, with a hint of tears in her eyes.

Duan Rong bowed again, pulled Zhu Peng away, and dodged.

As soon as he reached the door, Zhu Peng immediately chased after him and said, "Brother Duan, if you want to meet Miss Qin, you need to give her one thousand taels of silver for cosmetics."

Duan Rong smacked his lips. One thousand taels of silver for just one meeting! What a good deal.

"Where do I get the money?!"

Duan Rong said this as he walked down the stairs. In his opinion, he had taken great pains to disassemble "Shangshan Morning Walk" for Qin Xueyin, and it was good enough that he didn't charge her tuition.

Zhu Peng had no choice but to turn around and hand two silver notes worth one thousand taels to Qin Xueying's personal maid. Before leaving, Zhu Peng looked at Qin Xueying deeply again before leaving reluctantly.

After Duan Rong and Zhu Peng left, Qin Xueyin sighed softly, walked to the zither platform again, and looked at the two poems placed on it.

It was the first time she had discussed poetry with someone so deeply. The feeling of soul fusion was really wonderful.

At this moment, her personal maid slowly came over with two silver bills, stood beside Qin Xueyin, looked at one of the manuscripts, and murmured, "Miss, the one called Duan Rong seems to be the one who brought down the thunder. People outside call him Duan Leishen!?"

When the maid first heard Duan Rong's name, she felt it sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember it at the moment. But when she heard them talking about Dali Temple just now, she suddenly remembered.

"Really? Is it really him?"

Qin Xueyin had also heard about this matter. After all, the incident of attracting the thunder from the sky had caused a stir in Shenyun Mansion, and it was also related to Li Muping's death. Li Muping was from Yanyue Tower, and the two of them had some friendship.

"It must be him. Miss, didn't you hear what they said about the Dali Temple just now? The Duan Rong who caused the thunder to come down from the sky came from the four prefectures in the southeast. He is a detective who came to assist the Dali Temple in solving cases."

Qin Xueyin smiled slightly. "Now that you mention it, it all makes sense. He just said that he has a virtuous wife who lives thousands of miles away. It turns out that she is from the four prefectures in the southeast!"

Duan Rong's face appeared in Qin Xueyin's mind again. She murmured to herself with clear eyes: "Strange people and strange things, but it's a pity that we are destined to be together but have no feelings. I am so unlucky!"

Duan Rong and Zhu Peng walked slowly along Changle Street towards the Dali Temple. It was already dusk and twilight was gradually rising.

At this time, Zhu Peng's admiration for Duan Rong was like a flood.

Duan Rong not only wrote two poems in a short time, but also allowed both of them to go up to the tower.

Moreover, after discussing poetry, he actually asked Qin Xueying to take off her veil and asked him to stay overnight in Qin Tower!
Duan Rong unexpectedly became the star-picking man of the Shenyun Mansion with ease!
Moreover, he actually rejected Qin Xueyin!
In the face of beauty, remain unmoved!
At first, Zhu Peng blamed Duan Rong for being rude to the beautiful woman, but now he understood Duan Rong's heart. He already had a virtuous wife at home and he was unwilling to let her down!

He is truly a man of great talent and noble character!

Zhu Peng said: "Brother, you are not only good at investigating cases and drinking, but also have great poetic talent. Please accept my knee!"

Duan Rong smiled and said, "Why do I want to accept your knee? Do you want to braise it or steam it?"

Zhu Peng smiled and said, "Then leave it to me." Zhu Peng said, "Brother Duan, who did you learn poetry from? You just talked about poetry in Qinlou. Although I didn't quite understand it, I felt it was new and profound, and it was definitely not comparable to those vulgar words."

Duan Rong said: "Those poems were all written by my fellow countrymen. I just made up a few random lines."

"is it?"

"Of course! Why would I lie to you!"

Duan Rong felt that since he had traveled to this world, then those people on the Blue Star, whether dead or alive, weren’t they all his fellow countrymen?
The two of them returned to the Dali Temple while chatting.

The room was empty and Zhu Cheng had not returned yet.

Duan Rong's eyes moved. He didn't think Zhu Cheng would rest for so long. That guy was a worrier!

Sure enough, they had just sat down and hadn't even had time to warm up when Zhu Cheng walked in.

Zhu Cheng came in, put the black iron shuttle dart in his hand on the table, and sighed: "I have checked, this thing is not made in Shenyun Mansion!"

Duan Rong glanced at the black iron shuttle dart. He had already guessed the result. He estimated that this thing should have been made in the hometown of the pockmarked man. However, if he didn't reveal it, who would take this black iron shuttle dart to his fellow villager to inquire?
Zhu Cheng took a sip of water and started discussing the case with Duan Rong.

He hoped that Duan Rong could give him some new ideas.

But Duan Rong said that he did not see any new clues, and he directly told Zhu Cheng that it was difficult to investigate the case further at this point.

Because Zhou Wei had been a hidden spy for many years, the other party must have had a mature plan for his exposure and handling. How could they have left any clues for them to pursue?
Zhu Cheng thought about it and basically agreed with Duan Rong's inference, but he still wanted to dig deeper. Whether it was Zhou Wei's exposure or the murder of Shangshu Ling Zhu Shizhong, it was a big shock to him.

Duan Rong naturally saw that Zhu Cheng didn't want to give up for the time being, and he could understand that.

In the following days, Zhu Cheng worked hard to investigate the case. Duan Rong and Zhu Peng, on the other hand, were just wandering around Shenyun Mansion. How carefree!

Because Zhu Peng admired Duan Rong very much, he took Duan Rong to visit many secret places, some of which were only accessible to the children of wealthy officials.

After a few days, Zhu Cheng saw that his eye sockets were sunken and he looked thin. That day he finally understood that if he continued to investigate the case, there would be no result.

Early that morning, Duan Rong and Zhu Peng came to the Dali Temple to report for duty. They had already discussed where to go for fun today. But as soon as they entered the Dali Temple, Zhu Cheng told them that he was ready to close the case.

Duan Rong's heart moved, and he asked, "Is the case going to be closed?"

"Well, there's no need to investigate further." Zhu Cheng said with a somewhat haggard look: "But before closing the case, you have to come with me to meet someone."

Duan Rong was surprised and asked, "Meet someone? Who?"

Zhu Cheng said: "Grand Master of Imperial Households, Zhu Zhengfu."

Duan Rong's heart skipped a beat. It was another person with the surname Zhu.

But this Guanglu Dafu is one of the Four Ministers!
Among the one official and four ministers in the secular world of Qingzhou, two are of Zhu He's bloodline, namely Shangshu Ling Zhu Shizhong and Guanglu Dafu Zhu Zhengfu.

No wonder one of them was killed! Among the four ministers, one family occupies two seats. This power is a bit unbalanced!

It seems that after the death of Shang Shu Ling, Guanglu Dafu Zhu Zhengfu became the head of the Zhu family bloodline in the secular world. It is no wonder that Zhu Cheng said that he wanted to see this person before closing the case. I am afraid that whether the case can be closed or not depends on this person!
(End of this chapter)

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