Chapter 58

"Again, and again!"

"Never mind, the commotion tonight was just too great. I had no choice but to do this!"

"Minister Cui, erasing memories twice in one day, won't it harm our bodies?"

"What do you think? But compared to violating the literary regulations of the State of Chu, I would rather suffer this damage! I truly regret taking on this inspection task in Hong County. If I had known it would be like this, I would have stayed as far away as possible! 'The King Bids Farewell to His Concubine,' 'Paying Homage to Mulan,' 'Gift to Su Weiwei,' three more war poems and war songs have emerged. Yue Heng is desperately trying to align himself with the military!"

"Minister Cui is right! We can't let the military take him away!"

Su Xunjian and Minister Cui sighed and lamented, looking at the Fuxi script board in their hands with worry.

They had no choice but to activate the Illusionary Spirit Array of the county again, erasing the memories of everyone near the script board regarding the new war poems. They feared that the last bit of Yinshan stone would be completely consumed, and even the special Fuxi script board in their hands would be destroyed.

But compared to the few war poems by Yue Heng being leaked, the Literary Department of the State of Chu would rather destroy these Yinshan stones and Fuxi script boards.

Buzz!

The night at the Zhuangyuan Pavilion was enveloped in the dazzling light of the Fuxi celestial power. The elemental energy above the county academy, just a street away, was greatly disturbed. Many people in Hong County saw this scene, but they had no idea what had happened.

Yue Heng felt a bit dazed and confused. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he was surprised to find that Su Weiwei was holding a piece of poetry, written in familiar handwriting, and the content was the familiar "Gift to Flower Lady"!

Su Weiwei also held her forehead, looking a bit headache-ridden, but the discomfort quickly passed. She found that the poem in her hand was surprisingly brilliant.

"Miss Su, put it away quickly. This is a poem written for you by Master Yue. You can appreciate it in detail when you get home," Minister Cui said, approaching and whispering to her, blocking the view of others.

At the same time, County Magistrate Qi quickly whispered in Yue Heng's ear, "The banquet is over. There was an incident. I'll arrange for someone to take you away."

Many people in the hall didn't know what had happened. Zhang Junbei, who was in the know, had a grim face, directing his subordinates to hastily end the banquet. He left the Zhuangyuan Pavilion with the original manuscript of "Paying Homage to Mulan" written by Yue Heng, his mind in turmoil.

Some people vaguely guessed what had happened. They remembered most of the details of the banquet, but there were a few missing segments that didn't connect. For example, they remembered He Yong provoking Yue Heng and Yue Heng mocking He Yong, but no one could recall what songs Yue Heng had sung. When they asked each other, they were all puzzled.

Yue Heng could only leave the Zhuangyuan Pavilion through a side door, protected by Head Constable Shi, and return to the county academy across the street to rest.

Head Constable Shi arranged a guest room for him in the academy and introduced it as he left, "This guest room is under the protection of the academy's array, which has a certain warning effect. You just need to use the Fuxi script board in the room to activate the 'Jie' (戒) script power, and you will be protected by this Fuxi script board."

Yue Heng took the simple Fuxi script board with interest, examining it from all angles. It had only a few small black array outlines, and the key array lines were covered with special materials, deliberately concealing them.

"Head Constable Shi, what effect does the 'Jie' script have?" Yue Heng thought of the oracle bone script shape of 'Jie,' which depicted two hands holding a spear, symbolizing vigilance and counterattack, defending against external enemies and bad habits.

Head Constable Shi smiled mysteriously, "In Hong County, there was once a third-level warrior who, after drinking, boasted that he could invade the academy. Later, he really jumped in and triggered a room with the 'Jie' script activated."

"What happened then?"

"He died on the spot!"

Yue Heng shivered. The power of the 'Jie' script was so formidable?

After Head Constable Shi left, Yue Heng washed his face in the water basin in the room. The cold sensation cleared his mind. He carefully recalled the entire process of the banquet, gradually piecing together the fragmented memories.

"The 'The King Bids Farewell to His Concubine' by Tu Honggang, 'Inscription at the Temple of Mulan' by Du Mu, and 'Gift to Flower Lady' by Du Fu. It seems that as long as I can achieve a 'being there' state, I can more easily resonate with these poems and songs."

"Of course, it's not that I did a good job of 'being there,' but rather that they inherently possess the soul of war songs and war poems, which I just happened to perform at the right time, revealing their true essence."

"Now I have a better idea of how to proceed. If I want to make a big splash or truly create war poems and resonant texts, I should choose those that can easily put me in a 'being there' and 'heart path' state. If I just want to show off or impress women, I can find a few simple ones to bluff my way through."

After figuring this out, Yue Heng felt much more relaxed.

He touched his chest, where he had another gain today: the Three Lives Stone.

The Three Lives Stone was a light yellow color. He remembered that when the literary master gave it to him, it was slightly brighter yellow, indicating that it had been activated with script power, but now it was just a useless piece of stone.

"This small stone can actually store the script power from the human spirit palace? If I could infuse it with the 'Sheng' (生) script power, wouldn't everyone have a chance to heal themselves? Ha! What a beautiful dream! If it were that easy to infuse, the Three Lives Stone wouldn't be so precious!"

Yue Heng said to himself with a self-deprecating smile, shook his head, and carefully studied the now extremely faint Three Lives Stone, eventually giving up.

"I should go to the county academy and see if there's a chance to learn more about this."

Putting away the Three Lives Stone, Yue Heng lay down and slowly recalled the events since he had crossed over.

Two people's images kept appearing in his mind: Wen Xin Yue and Su Weiwei.

"Wen Xin Yue, though she is beautiful and has a great figure, she has a bit of a spoiled and proud attitude. But she has the right to be proud, with a good family background, high martial skills, and being the top in the martial exams. Her admirers in Hong County could probably fill several streets."

"Su Weiwei, even more beautiful than Wen Xin Yue, but she also has a kind of indescribable pride. Perhaps it's a self-defense mechanism from her long time in the entertainment world. But such a woman is well-informed, sharp-eyed, and clever, and most people can't control her. Many royal nobles have pursued her, and wealthy merchants from several countries have been willing to spend a fortune for her. She can navigate among so many people, which is no easy feat!"

After evaluating the two women, Yue Heng pouted and chuckled to himself, "Forget it, I'll go to Qicheng tomorrow. Everything in Hong County should become a fleeting memory..."

That night, Yue Heng slept very soundly. The Fuxi script board was by his pillow, emitting a faint blue light in a regular pattern. The 'Jie' script could last for six hours, and with the protection of the county academy's array, he was extremely safe.

But many people in Hong County spent a sleepless night. County Magistrate Qi, Su Xunjian, and Minister Cui discussed late into the night about sending Yue Heng away the next day.

The literary master returned to the Wen family residence with Wen Xin Yue. The literary master couldn't sleep all night, pacing back and forth in the garden, his eyes red from lack of sleep, unable to resolve his inner turmoil.

Wen Xin Yue tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't remember the poems Yue Heng had written, but she remembered his eyes, the surprised yet unfamiliar look when they met, and the coldness in his eyes when he spoke to her, even as he laughed and joked with others.

Yue Heng could be incredibly gentlemanly and gentle to Su Weiwei, even risking his life to protect her, but he was indifferent to her questions.

He had once held her hand in a dream and recited "Holding your hand, I will grow old with you," but then turned around and wrote a poem for another woman.

She felt incredibly wronged, not knowing what had gone wrong. Every time she thought about it, she clutched her pillow tightly, almost drawing blood from her palms, feeling an indescribable pain.

"Damn, damn! You're just a womanizer!"

She seemed to have completely forgotten how she had treated him, forgotten the harsh words she had said, forgotten that she had never given him a smile, and forgotten that she had never said a kind word to him.

But her innate pride made her feel exceptionally wronged, especially when she thought of Su Weiwei's gentle and bashful demeanor towards Yue Heng. Her heart ached.

That night, Wen Xin Yue shed tears for the first time in her life for a man, staying awake all night...

That night, on a painted boat on Hong Lake, the lights were still on. Su Weiwei, the most famous courtesan in the Hong Lake region, was also restless, unable to sleep.

On the table in front of her lay a piece of paper with a short four-line poem, which she had read countless times.

"This melody should only be heard in heaven, how often can it be heard on earth... Master Yue, do you know how heavy these words are? How can I bear them? How can I repay you?"

Su Weiwei gently touched the words, as if she could see Yue Heng's figure in front of her. His ordinary face showed a childlike innocence, his eyes pure and free of any impurities, as he softly recited the four lines of the poem, then waved his sleeve and left, leaving behind this invaluable piece of writing, disappearing into nothingness.

She couldn't help but think of the details of the day at the Mingyue Tower, where she had deliberately challenged Yue Heng. When she thought of the amusing parts, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Zhang Junbei said you would go to Qicheng for further studies. After today, we may not meet again for a long time... Well, I've been in Hong County long enough. Traveling east along the Chang River might not be a bad idea..."

"Miss, it's late, you should rest..."

Su Weiwei responded, slowly putting away the precious poem, a mischievous smile on her face.