The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 20: It disturbs my heart

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Yihong Tower, Xianyin Pavilion.

Outside the building, it is raining heavily and hitting the banana trees. In the pavilion, my delicate hands are playing the plain qin. What I am talking about and singing is exactly what Fu Xiaoguan wrote: "Looking to the South of the Yangtze River".

The song gradually faded, and the lingering sound lingered.

"Wonderful! Miss Duo'er's piano skills are unrivaled in the world and her voice is as good as the sounds of nature. I heard it today and it's really extraordinary!"

Besides Fan Duoer, there were only two other people in the attic, and the one speaking was a young man in brocade clothes on the right.

He was wearing a brocade silk shirt, with tiger eyes like torches under his thick eyebrows, giving him a mountainous aura.

His name is Yu Hongyi, and Yu is the national surname. He is the eldest son of Prince Xian Yu Anfu, who is eighteen years old.

The person on his left is a handsome young man with a handsome and fair face, who looks elegant and energetic.

After Fan Duoer finished singing, he put down the piano in his hand and poured wine for the two young masters - this was not the wine from Yihonglou, but the Tianxiang wine brought by the prince Yu Hongyi.

"This word...was written by Fu Xiaoguan?" the handsome young man asked softly.

"Exactly, a few days ago, the four great talents from Linjiang stayed here to see Zhang Wenhan and Mr. Zhang off. They said that this was what the young master of the Fu family did."

The handsome young master did not get wine, but tea.

"This word is exquisite. Of course, the girl also plays and sings very well." After saying this, the young man turned to look at Yu Hongyi and asked, "Have the invitations been sent?"

"It has been sent...but I can't guarantee whether he will come."

"Why?" The handsome young master's delicate brows wrinkled slightly.

"...You don't know, I heard that this guy rejected the invitation from the Banshan Academy Poetry Club, and also rejected the invitation from the three remaining talented people in Linjiang... Everyone thinks that this guy is unlearned and incompetent. ——This guy was really unlearned and unskilled in the past. I wanted to beat him up for all the bad things he did. What happened next is similar to what Dong Shangshu’s daughter told you, but now everyone in Linjiang I think he hired a great scholar to write these two poems for him."

Yu Hongyi spread his hands, raised his brows, and said: "I don't know if others believe it, but I believe it anyway. There is no genius in the world. This **** has never even read the Four Books and Five Classics in full, and now he says he can Writing poetry is still the fourth talented person in Linjiang - isn't this a joke?"

The corners of the handsome young man's mouth turned up, revealing a row of jade-like teeth.

"Let's go, I believe in Shulan."

As the handsome young man stood up, Yu Hongyi drank the wine in his glass and stood up. Fan Duoer naturally stood up to see him off, but unexpectedly the handsome young man suddenly turned around and asked Fan Duoer: " Miss Doer, do you believe it?"

Fan Duoer was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Duoer just wants to have good words that can be sung to the world, no matter whether they are true or false."

The handsome young man nodded and said, "On the first night of June, we will have a party on Linzhou. Can Miss Duoer have time to come and sing these two songs?"

Shanglinzhou is an island on the river. It is an property under the name of Prince Xian's Mansion who lives near the river. Unless invited by the Prince's Mansion on major festivals, ordinary people would not be able to visit the island, so Fan Duoer agreed without hesitation.

The two left Yihong Building, and were greeted at the door by people who held oil-paper umbrellas and boarded the carriage.

Yu Hongyi took a long breath, shook his head, and asked: "Your Highness, Ninth Princess, did you come to Linjiang just for this matter?"

The delicate young master showed his true nature at this moment. She smiled and said: "Don't talk about the Ninth Princess, just call me Ninth Sister. This is Linjiang - you don't know, I listen to Shulan When talking about this guy, Shulan’s eyes were shining golden."

"You mean Shulan fell in love with that boy?"

"Isn't that true? She went to her mother's place to pay an errand and then went to find me and told me many things about the young man - I can tell you, don't spread the word. I can see that Shulan at least has a certain interest in the young man. It makes sense, but she may not realize it yet."

Yu Hongyi slapped his forehead, what is this!

"What about Yan Xiwen? Even if that boy can write two poems, can he compare with Yan Xiwen? My Ninth Princess, please go back and persuade Shulan, that guy is really not a good man. I've been in Linjiang, and I know that guy far better than Shulan... She is possessed by a demon."

"So I'm here, I just want to see if it's as good as Shulan said."

"What did she say?"

"She said... Fu Xiaoguan is different and extremely interesting."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, look at these lanterns on the river bank, Yu Fu Ji, fragrant springs, and think about the teams beating gongs and drums and holding banners walking in the streets and alleys these past two days, they seem to be really It’s different.”

Yu Hongyi suddenly became angry.

"This is all trivial, just something to sensationalize and attract people's attention. What's the use of it? The big deal is that Yu Fuji's wine can be sold more, and then what? He is just a scholar, I heard that he is his father Bought with money, think about it for yourself, can his status, vision, and structure be comparable to Yan Xiwen? He will never be able to enter the temple. In the end, he will still be a businessman. No matter how much money he has, he is still just a businessman. Businessman! ”

Ninth Princess Yu Wenyun frowned and tilted her head to think for a while. What Hongyi said... seemed to make sense.

"Whatever, I'm just curious and want to take a look..."

……

It rains near the river and the moon shines brightly in Jinling.

The lights in Dong's Mansion in Wuyi Alley are gradually extinguished, but the lights in a small building are still on.

This is Dong Shulan's boudoir. She is at her desk at the moment, looking out the window at the dark night.

There is a piece of paper on the desk, with words that are difficult to read.

That was the poem that Fu Xiaoguan wrote to her. She never showed it to anyone, not even her best friend Ninth Princess Yu Wenyun.

It’s been half a month since we parted ways in Linjiang. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m always a little distracted. Yu Wenyun asked...do I like that person?

Isn’t that right?

Dong Shulan doesn’t know.

If not, why do you always think of him?

If it is...then in the short time we have known each other, do we really understand him?

Besides, he comes from a merchant family and is only a scholar. His father may be more open-minded, but his mother will never agree.

My mother likes Yan Xiwen.

I can’t say what I feel about Yan Xiwen. He must be okay, but I think he is quite boring - he has too much of a scholarly air and extremely ambitious ambitions. In my mother’s opinion, this is just reading poetry and books. The future is bright, but this is not what I like.

The girl's thoughts were somewhat conflicted, and her eyes fell on the paper in front of her.

Where can I send my free love after farewell?

Early orioles and early swallows love each other...

It disturbs my heart!

She took out a piece of paper and wrote a line of words on the paper:

Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations.

"It would be great if you could do it..."