Chapter 46: Ripples (Seeking Encouragement~~)

  Xiao Yatou immediately waved her small hand behind her back, then flashed a big smile at Wei Zuo and said in a spoiled tone: "Young master, other people's have so many words, yours is too few, redo one, redo one..."

  Fu Yi immediately understood and quietly unfolded the rice paper, hiding behind Xiangxiang, and wrote down Wei Zhao's Osmanthus poem in one breath.

  Wei Zhao wouldn't let a little girl deceive him, so he glared at her and pinched her slippery little face hard until the little girl couldn't help but smile wryly before saying: "Your smile is too fake, your expression is stiff."

  The little girl pouted and rubbed her face, muttering a low "oh".

  Qin Yun, who was watching from the side, was stunned for a moment. Was Young Master teaching the maid how to deceive people? He had a deeper understanding of Wei Zhao's behavior. In his heart, he silently savored the twenty words that Wei Zhao had just spoken and couldn't help but nod his head. The simple twenty words had a powerful effect, bringing the feeling of a leisurely mountain scene before one's eyes, which was indeed a rare masterpiece, especially since it was spoken in an instant.

  "Ah ah ah, Zhou Shaoyang has also made his move..."

  "Oh, Chu Han is fine too..."

  "Haha, Chu Han must win..."

  "Chu Han, Chu Han..."

  On the high platform, only Chu Han and Zhou Shao Yang were seen handing over the scrolls one after another, then sat back in their original seats. Below the stage, a loud shout erupted, with excitement as if they themselves were participating in the trial.

  Zhao Yuankui spread out three scrolls on the table and began to review them with Wu Fangyuan.

  Wei Zhao looked at the three people on the high platform, who were calm and composed, and couldn't help but feel a little admiration. Even if he had been born in this era, he might not have possessed half of their talent. Without any training, they could answer questions fluently on the high platform, and thinking back to the elites of later generations who fainted during exams and urinated in their pants, he couldn't help but sigh.

  "Is humanity evolving or degenerating?" thought Wei Xiao in his idle mind.

  "Ahhhhh, it's a landslide victory, ahhhhh..."

  "Oh, okay, at least it's better than that Zhou guy..."

  "You said he would challenge who..."

  "I think he must be challenging the person on stage..."

  "Chu Han, it must be Chu Han..."

  All sorts of noises rose again, and Wei Zhao looked at Zhao Yuanke, who said a few words to Lian Bu alone, frowned slightly, turned his head and glanced at Qin Yun, who was focused.

  Qin Yun's lips were slightly dry and his eyes did not glance sideways. After drifting in the official circles for over a decade, he had long understood what would come next.

  "The poem of Lian Yu has arrived, everyone be quiet..."

  "Hurry, hurry......"

  Flying down to gaze at the lotus pond, outside the fence, the flowers and moon are in the midst of spitting. The heavenly wind blows quietly with ancient fragrance, the clear dew is cold and wet with autumn vegetables.

  A ladder of clouds, a million feet high, can be climbed by hand; suddenly, the dream falls into the Qingxu Mansion. In the pavilion, Jade Rabbit is pounding medicine with anxiety, under the tree, the White Peony Fairy is dancing on a swan.

  Jade towers and crystal palaces with thousands of beauties, among them a female immortal with delicate eyebrows. Ask me about the old wind and moon of West Lake, how can it compare to the dust and dirt of East China?

  "Alone, I see the shadows of mountains and rivers moving, only the clear light shines through ancient times. When I wake up to write poetry, my thoughts are vague, golden dust falls like rain."

  "Ah, indeed it's a great poem!"

  "Really didn't expect that even a casual remark could produce such a good poem..."

  "Jinling is indeed a place where heroes and talents are hidden..."

  "No way, Wu Zhou wants to be the top scholar, don't even think about it..."

  Wei Zhuo pondered the poem, took a sip of tea handed over by Xianglian, and suddenly felt his stomach churning, unable to hold it in. Only then did he remember that he hadn't gone to the toilet all day.

  Wei Zhao turned his head and said to Fu Yang, "Keep an eye on this little girl, don't let her run around."

  Fu Yan was taken aback, then nodded hastily at the teacher's instruction.

  Wei Zhao ignored Xiaoyu's dissatisfied face and turned to walk away. On the way here, there were a few trees that could be used as cover.

  Qin Yun looked stunned, although he already knew that Wei Zhao was a free and easy person who didn't care about conventional etiquette, but he didn't expect him to leave just like that in front of so many people.

  If it was Wei Zhuo who took on the challenge and Wei Zhuo happened to be absent, how would the entire Jinling react tomorrow?

  "At that time, Wei Gongzi suddenly had diarrhea..."

  "No, Lord Wei's son is asleep..."

  "Nonsense, Wei Gongzi was clearly on his way..."

  Qin Yun looked at Wei Zhao's back, hesitating whether to speak up, but thinking of Wei Zhao's temperament, he ultimately shook his head with a bitter smile.

  Wei Xiao was indeed in a hurry, quickly walking to the edge of those trees, carefully looking around, and hastily walked in. Just as he had just undone his belt, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

  Wei Zhuo's hand trembled slightly, almost losing control. He hastily fastened his belt, his old face flushing red with a hint of resentment as he turned around, and indeed there was a woman behind him.

  The woman looked at Wei Zhao turning around, her beautiful and unparalleled face with a hint of puzzlement, blinked her eyes, and said in a clear and cold voice: "What are you doing?"

  Her voice was cold and calm, not like an interrogation, nor a question, but rather a plain statement, simply stating "what are you doing". With her gentle and elegant demeanor, completely natural and unpretentious, it was as if a fairy was asking for directions, ethereal and otherworldly, untouched by worldly desires.

  Wei Zhao was taken aback by her question, and upon taking a closer look, he couldn't help but be stunned - this woman was the same one he had seen at the roadside teahouse that day.

  Serene, unworldly, like an immortal who has never been tainted by a single speck of dust, standing there, gazing at the world with eyes that show neither joy nor sorrow.

  "What are you doing?" The woman saw Wei Zhao not responding, and asked again. There was no impatience, no anger, just like before, the tone and words were exactly the same, as if carved out of the same mold.

  Wei Zhao's face turned red again, and he smiled awkwardly: "Miss, is there something I can help you with?"

  The woman seemed dissatisfied that Wei Xiao didn't answer her question, slightly furrowing her brow, and immediately asked: "How do you get to the Central Buddha?"

  Wei Zhuang was taken aback and carefully looked her up and down before pointing eastward: "Just keep going straight."

  The woman looked eastward and faintly heard the shouting of "Wei Zhao" "Wei Zhao". She blinked her eyes, turned around and said to Wei Zhao: "Thank you."

  Wei Zhao listened to her insincere thanks and smiled, nodding his head slightly.

  The woman asked for directions and didn't delay, turning around and heading east immediately.

  Wei Xiao held her breath and watched as she walked away, reaching out to grab the waistband of her pants just as she was about to turn around, but then saw that the woman had suddenly turned back to look at her again.

  Wei Zhao's old face turned red again, embarrassed and wanting to find a mouse hole to drill into.

  The woman just curiously looked at him and then turned around and walked east again.

  This time Wei Xiao watched until the woman's back disappeared from view before hastily turning around and untying his belt.

  "Huh?" Wei Xiao listened to the rustling sound, let out a long sigh, and thought of the woman from earlier. He couldn't help but look strange and said: "I've looked around and there's no one else, where did she come from? She walks without making a sound?"

  There were three women who had left a deep impression on Wei Zhao: his sister-in-law Li Xianyun's mature and icy elegance, Yiyun's clear and seductive beauty, and this woman's cold and enchanting charm.

  Wei Zhao tied up his waistband and walked out, but couldn't help looking around again, yet he didn't find any place where someone could hide.

  Wei Xiao's expression was somewhat perplexed, and he immediately shook his head, not thinking about it anymore. He turned around and headed east.

  Smelling the lingering fragrance on the road, Wei Xiao suddenly felt a surge of emotions in his heart.

  He is also considered hot-blooded now...

  Don't die from suspense, the foreshadowing is still being laid out, Fu Ye's iceberg hasn't been revealed yet, everyone please don't be impatient, this book is light-hearted and relaxing, it's not a tragedy, so everyone can rest assured while reading, no need to worry about plot twists.

  Recently there have been more critical voices, a humble official accepts them sincerely, thank you.