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Chapter 127 Hurt parting, a gift

The sky came back on.

Rich men and working people all wake up day after day and start a new day.

Although for them, day after day does not mean the same thing.

For Xia Jingyun, the dawn this time means parting.

Xia Jingyun and Bai Yunbian each sat in a carriage, one in front and one behind, and drove silently to the long pavilion outside Sujiawu.

There, Su Yanyan waited early with the maid, and set out a few glasses of practice wine.

The white fox fur made her look holy and elegant, and that pure white body seemed to be a footnote to this parting, as if blowing the flute of parting.

Xia Jingyun walked into the gazebo, the corners of his mouth were as gentle as a spring breeze, and he said softly, "It was already delivered yesterday, why bother."

"That's two different things. Yesterday belonged to many people, but today belongs to you and me." Su Yanyan picked up a glass of wine, handed it with both hands, and solemnly said: "I wish you a smooth journey."

Xia Jingyun stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile: "There is one more to win."

Su Yanyan smiled and nodded, but did not speak.

Xia Jingyun drank the wine in the glass, looked at the person in front of him, and said seriously: "These days, I have seen the beautiful mountains and rivers in Sujiawu, and seen the majesty of Dongting Lake, but when I got in the carriage and left today, I didn't remember those days and the courts of the emerald lake, those twilights with the breeze and the bright moon, only a face with a smile, a beautiful face, and a shameful face with the moon closed, always hovering in my mind. Thank you for coming today, so that I can remember this face more clearly. "

Girls of this age, have never heard such straightforward love words, Su Yanyan, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help but blushed, and took the wine glass silently.

Xia Jingyun then took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to her, "I wrote something last night and I'll give it to you."

Su Yanyan had calmed down the sudden turmoil in his heart, reached out to take it, and said with a smile: "It must not be for me."

Xia Jingyun raised his eyebrows, "Why? Couldn't it be that I am shy and dare not say some things in person, so I can only use pen and paper?"

"Do you believe that Dongting Lake will dry up one day?" Su Yanyan raised his delicate chin towards the distance, with a teasing smile, "I don't believe that, you will be shy."

Xia Jingyun looked at the face in front of him that was more delicate and beautiful than the scenery of lakes and mountains, saw the slight shame in the depths of her eyes, and said softly: "Wait for me."

"Okay, I'm waiting for Zhuangyuan Lang."

Xia Jingyun understood the meaning of her words, bowed deeply, and strode back to the carriage.

Because Bai Yunbian didn't want to see the love and affection of this "dog man and woman" family, he didn't show up at all.

The two carriages slowly rolled over the ruts on the ground and drove slowly into the distance.

Su Yanyan stood in the gazebo, watching quietly.

"Miss, have you already identified Mr. Xia as our future son-in-law?"

Su Yanyan said softly: "Who is not married to? At least I think he is not bad, talented, capable, and good-looking at the same time. Such a husband is always better than marrying other dudes?"

"So, Miss now just thinks he's a good choice, and doesn't have much admiration for him?"

"How long have I been in contact with him, how dare I talk about love so easily. If in the future, my tossing and turning dreams are all about him, then it is love."

As she spoke, she sat down and opened the envelope that Xia Jingyun handed her.

Opening the note, what greets the eyes is a word that can be called pleasing to the eye.

【Yueyang Tower】

[In the winter of the 23rd year of Chongning, I traveled to Yueyang County, met with Junyan of the Su family in Yueyang Tower, enjoyed the beautiful scenery, talked about the world, and had a lot of feelings. I wrote an essay to remember it. 】

[My husband, Yueyang Shengzhang, is in a lake in Dongting, holding distant mountains and swallowing the Yangtze River. The vast soup is boundless, the sun shines in the morning and the shade in the evening, and the weather is myriad.]

【If the husband is obscene and rainy, the moon never blooms, the wind howls, and the turbid waves empty.】

【As far as Ruochun and Jingming are concerned, the waves are calm and the sky is shining brightly.】

【My husband!I have tried to seek the heart of ancient benevolent people, or the difference between the two.why?
Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; if you live high in the temple, you will worry about your people; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your king.

It is also worrying about advancing, and worrying about retreating.So when will you be happy?It must be said: "Worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joy later."

Alas!Micro man, who I go?

On the 23nd of the winter month in the year 22. 】

Su Yanyan sat there with her mouth slightly open, her beautiful eyes full of shock.

After a while, she carefully put down the paper in her hand with emotion, her expression was both sad and emotional, "I'm starting to love him a little bit now."
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In Sujiawu, in the core courtyard, several young people were talking in a restaurant.

"That Mr. Xia and Mr. Bai have left today?"

"Well, let's go. I saw the eldest lady go to the Changting in person."

"Hey, Missy really has a deep affection for him!"

"However, Mr. Xia is indeed quite good. Although he came from a mediocre family, but he recognized the Concubine De as his righteous sister, and his family background can be regarded as passing the test. But the poems that can't stand up to others are too amazing. Since ancient times, the sadness and loneliness of autumn, natural growth and hatred, and when the moon will come, these are all handed down works! This poetic talent alone is enough to be famous all over the world, worthy of the eldest lady."

"It's not just that, his talent is also admirable! At the Winter Solstice Banquet, with just a single mouth, Fourth Master made himself guilty and turned the tide. This kind of determination and ability are rare for ordinary people! I think it's a good match for the young lady."

"I don't think the same way as you do. I think he's a bit hypocritical."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"What he said at the farewell banquet yesterday was indeed reasonable. I went back and looked through the history books. In troubled times, swords and wolves are rampant. It is really not something to look forward to. I am also very grateful to him for waking us up. But don't you think his other words are too high-sounding? It is impossible to have both the world and self-interest. He really is so dedicated to the public and loves the people like a son? Isn't it just to show ourselves in front of the eldest lady, but it makes us seem selfish."

"You can't say that. Mr. Xia's words are all in line with the teachings of sages and sages, and they are often talked about by others. It is not hypocritical to talk about it."

"But do you believe that what he said is his own sincerity? Isn't it just like those Huangzi Gongqings in the court, who are full of high-sounding words, who knows what they are doing behind the scenes!"

"Yeah, just like you and me, can we really be dedicated to the public and the world?"

Everyone sighed and were speechless for a while.

For some people, these words seem to poke at the darkness in their hearts that they don't want to mention, making them ashamed.

For others, after several encounters, Xia Jingyun has been regarded as an idol. Of course, they hope that this idol will be more perfect, but if it is like those powerful traitors in the court, it will be somewhat disappointing.

At the same time, he is also helpless in this court situation. In this world, how many people are truly loyal to the emperor and patriotic for the world!
Teng Teng Teng!
There was a sound of footsteps from below, and a boy of the same age stepped forward, "You are indeed here, let's go, Mr. Cheng is calling us!"

Such a huge settlement as Sujiawu naturally has ethnology, and the rulers of the Su family who know the importance of learning and inheriting have specially invited the Confucianism of the state to sit in the ethnology and teach the younger generations.

This Mr. Cheng is a well-known Confucianist in Zhongzhou. At the invitation of Mr. Su, he was in charge of the Su family studies in Sujiawu. He stayed for more than ten years and was highly respected.

The young men of the Su family who have never had an imperial examination are usually most afraid of this Mr. Cheng, and when they heard this, they didn't dare to neglect, so they hurried over.

When we arrived at the ethnology school, most of the students were already seated. Mr. Cheng, who was dressed as a Confucian scholar, stood in the ethnology school with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at these newcomers.

Several people shrank their necks and hurried back to their seats.

Mr. Cheng didn't blame them for being late, he cleared his throat, "I called you here today because there is an article, I hope you study it hard, use it to show your ambitions, and don't waste your time without knowing it."

A student flattered subconsciously: "Sir, you have made another masterpiece? Don't worry, sir, the students will definitely listen."

Mr. Cheng stared, "You're the only one who talks too much?"

Everyone couldn't help laughing, Mr. Cheng knocked on the ruler, and the hall was quiet again.

"Listen first, then transcribe, then recite, and finally the old man explains."

Everyone quickly sat upright, waiting for Mr. Cheng to speak.

Mr. Cheng stood in front of the desk, looked at the manuscript in front of him, and read slowly.

[In the winter of the 23rd year of Chongning, I traveled to Yueyang County, met with Junyan of the Su family in Yueyang Tower, enjoyed the beautiful scenery, talked about the world, and had a lot of feelings. I wrote an essay to remember it. 】

A group of students stopped writing and looked up in surprise.

Especially those who participated in yesterday's farewell banquet were even more surprised.

"Sir, is this written by Mr. Xia, or Mr. Bai?"

Mr. Cheng frowned, "Look at the text, understand its meaning, feel its ambition, who wrote it, and what does it have to do with you?"

But then he couldn't help but say, "You are so far behind Mr. Xia!"

The teacher waved his majesty, and everyone fell silent.

Mr. Cheng snorted coldly, as if warning everyone not to interrupt indiscriminately, and then continued to recite this majestic essay.

"I see my husband Yueyang Shengzhang, in a lake in Dongting, with distant mountains in his mouth, swallowing the Yangtze River, a vast soup, endless horizons, morning sunshine and evening shade, and a myriad of weather"

He chanted slowly, as if he had returned to the time when Su Yanyan came over and let him see this majestic essay for the first time.

And the expressions of the people in the hall are still very calm. This kind of scenery description is indeed a bit talented, but that's it. It's nothing unusual for these well-informed noble children who have been educated by top-level Confucianism since childhood.

"If the husband is lewd and rainy, his eyes are full of desolation, and he feels extremely sad!"

Most of the people in the hall still looked calm, but some older or more talented people looked slightly calm, and their hearts were slightly touched.

However, they are still young, and they can't really understand what it means to be desolate and feel extremely sad.

"As far as Ruochun and Jingming are concerned, if there is no surprise, favor or humiliation will be forgotten together, and if you drink wine to the wind, you will be so happy!"

This sentence made many people feel a little bit happy.The bright, open, and hearty atmosphere was precisely created by the text, hitting these young people who are in high spirits and full of endless reverie and longing for the future.

"My husband! I have tried to seek the heart of ancient benevolent people, or the difference between the two. Why? Don't be happy with things, and don't be sad with yourself."

The hearts of a group of young people were shocked, and these eight words fell into their ears, as if an old man who had read everything in the world, calmly and calmly smoothed their fluctuating emotions with a pair of wrinkled but firm hands.

The previous gloom, frustration, pain, worry; joy, excitement, cheerfulness, and pride have all turned into their original colors, restored to an ordinary part of life, calm and calm.

"If you live in a high temple, you will worry about your people; if you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your ruler. You will be worried about advancing and retreating. But when will you be happy? He must say: "First worry about the world's worries, and then enjoy the world's joy." Hey! Weisi people, who am I going to return to?"

"The 23nd of the winter month of the year 22."

When he finished reading the last sentence, in the main hall below, there were only mouths that opened slightly unconsciously, exuding shock.

(End of this chapter)