Chapter 32

Zhao Bing chuckled and said, "Young Master, this is a good thing. The poems inside are all written by the scholars of the Hanlin Academy, those poor and sour scholars in the palace, and this is the 'dream talk' version."

"Dream talk version?" Feng Jueyu was slightly taken aback and puzzled, "What is the dream talk version?"

Don't you understand? Zhao Bing straightened his back, looking as if he were a learned man, and said, "This book was written in a dream."

Feng Jueyu kicked him with a 'Yin' kick, "Speak properly."

Zhao Bing dodged to the side, approached like a mischievous spirit, and said with a grin, "Hehe, it's just that the poems were made in a dream."

"Can you make poems in a dream?" Feng Jueyu was stunned. Of course, he was not stunned because of the dream poems, but because someone could make a thousand poems. What a talented guy!

Zhao Bing laughed, "Young Master, don't underestimate this book. This book was passed down from the Hanlin Academy a few years ago. It's said that those poor scholars were so obsessed with poetry that they could even come up with a couplet in their sleep. Later, a talentless guy discovered this and started recording the poems the scholars made in their dreams during his afternoon naps. Gradually, he collected over a thousand poems. Because of this book, he became famous and was known as the greatest scholar in the world."

"Is that true?" Feng Jueyu's eyes widened. The world is vast, and there are indeed all kinds of strange things. That guy became famous so easily. He looked at Zhao Bing, who was acting suspiciously, and guessed, "Is this book a pirated version?"

Zhao Bing scratched his head, embarrassed, and said, "Young Master, don't laugh. I was forced by life. It just so happened that the Scholar Gathering was coming up, so I had a few more copies made to earn some money at West Lin Lake, just to make ends meet."

Damn, this guy is definitely the most shrewd pirate publisher on the Tai Xuan continent, with a real business mind. Feng Jueyu was incredibly impressed and asked, "What edition is this? How can you sell such a rough version? How much do you sell it for?"

Zhao Bing said disdainfully, "Young Master, don't underestimate this book. This is only the third edition. The ones being sold outside are already up to the ninth edition. As for the price, hehe, it's one tael of silver."

"One tael of silver?" Feng Jueyu was speechless and said, "Alright, your third edition is already far behind the eighth and ninth editions. If you sell it now, many people will already have it. Sell it for ten copper coins quickly, or it will be stuck in your hands."

"Ah?" Zhao Bing looked at the sky, slapped his forehead, and said, "Look at me, I'm so stupid. Thank you for reminding me, Young Master. I'll give this book to you."

"What do I need this for?" Although Feng Jueyu did not have a strong talent for poetry, he had some knowledge of poetry and prose. He knew the Three Hundred Tang Poems by heart. He couldn't write them, but he could recite them. After some thought, he decided to keep it. It would be good to flip through it when he had nothing to do, to see what level the scholars of Tai Xuan had reached.

After waiting at the gate for a while, Shangguan Ruomeng finally appeared at the gate, accompanied by Xing'er. The moment her slender figure appeared, Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up. This girl looked so beautiful today.

She had a light makeup on her face, bright eyes, and a red lip... Feng Jueyu couldn't help but praise her in his heart. Shangguan Ruomeng, with a slight blush, walked out like a fairy, and the fragrance followed her, making the willows in front of the gate sway as if bowing. Her graceful and curvaceous figure was flawless from head to toe.

Compared to the usual high and mighty Shangguan family's young lady, Shangguan Ruomeng today shed her arrogance and coldness, revealing her youthful and charming side. The silk dress with the pattern of orchids and chrysanthemums flowing on the ground highlighted her youthful beauty and gave off a serene and ethereal aura, as if she were a fairy who did not eat human food.

She was truly beautiful!

Feng Jueyu was not a man who would bow for a little money, nor would he be unable to move because of a woman's beauty. But today was a bit different. Shangguan Ruomeng's beauty was so stunning that it completely changed Feng Jueyu's aesthetic view. This girl was truly a disaster. If he couldn't control her in the future, he would be wearing green hats all the time. If that happened, he might as well switch to selling hats. No, he must tame her before getting married.

"Shangguan sister, you look so beautiful."

Feng Jueyu stepped forward, suppressing his inner excitement and the excessive excitement of his little brother, and bowed to praise her.

Xing'er rolled her eyes and ignored him. Feng Jueyu then realized that the old Feng Jueyu was like this. Now he understood why the old guy had to act low-key. He was bewitched by beauty.

"Shangguan Ruomeng greets Big Brother Feng."

Shangguan Ruomeng was still as polite as ever, without a single flaw. However, she was already unhappy with the way Feng Jueyu looked at her. They had already visited three families together, didn't he know she was planning to marry him? They would be husband and wife sooner or later, so why was he still looking at her in such a vulgar way?

Feng Jueyu had no idea that his future wife was already looking down on him in her heart.

For a moment, there was nothing to say. Feng Jueyu was a bit stunned, thinking, "That's not right, the third one should be here."

He cleared his throat and looked across. Damn, Zhao Bing was standing there, drooling and staring at them.

What a waste of time!

Shangguan Ruomeng didn't notice the "pig guy" standing in the corner. Seeing Feng Jueyu's awkward expression, she asked, "Big Brother Feng, are you okay?"

"Cough, I'm fine, I'm fine," Feng Jueyu pretended to cough.

"Then let's go," Shangguan Ruomeng shook her head, looking disappointed, and was about to get into the carriage.

Zhao Bing hadn't come yet, which made Feng Jueyu very anxious...

Damn, if he doesn't come, she will leave...

Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu stepped into the carriage, using his index and middle fingers to hold the scholar's cap in a fashionable way, and recited a poem...

"Ah~, a friend... from... far away..."

The master and servant who had just gotten into the carriage couldn't help but laugh. The coachman, who was about to crack the whip, also laughed and said, "Son-in-law, it's too early to recite poems. There will be plenty of opportunities at West Lin Lake. Get in the carriage quickly."

Xing'er also laughed and said, "Yes, Son-in-law, what you recited is from the Analects, not your own work. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Feng Jueyu didn't have time to recite poems. He was reciting them for the "pig guy" across the street. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "You can't say that. Good words are meant to be appreciated. Today, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, and I'm in a good mood. Reciting a couple of lines is not illegal..."

While speaking, he kept glancing at the opposite street, cursing Zhao Bing in his heart: Damn, if you don't come over, I have no choice. I'll have to run behind the carriage, which is several miles away, and you'll be exhausted.

Fortunately, Zhao Bing woke up in time. Seeing that Feng Jueyu had one foot in the carriage, he was startled and ran over to stop the carriage, "Is that Miss Shangguan?"

Feng Jueyu sighed in relief. The coachman, seeing Zhao Bing's suspicious look, stood up alertly, raised the whip, and asked, "Who are you? How dare you stop Miss Shangguan's carriage?"

Zhao Bing took out a letter and presented it with both hands, "Don't misunderstand, someone asked me to deliver a book to Miss Shangguan..."

Shangguan Ruomeng frowned, and Feng Jueyu quickly volunteered to get out of the carriage and asked, "Who sent it?"

"Miss Shangguan will know when she reads it," Zhao Bing said and walked away.

Feng Jueyu didn't open the letter, took it back to the carriage, and asked, "Shangguan sister, do you want to read it?"

Shangguan Ruomeng thought for a moment, took the letter, and opened it. Her beautiful face immediately turned cold.

Feng Jueyu deliberately didn't look at her. Xing'er, not knowing what had happened, asked urgently, "Miss, who sent it, what is it?"

Shangguan Ruomeng's face was cold for a moment, then she relaxed and put the letter in her chest, smiling brightly, "Nothing, just a prank, don't mind it. Let's go to West Lin Lake."

The letter was written by Feng Jueyu, so he knew what it said. Seeing Shangguan Ruomeng quickly recover, he couldn't help but admire her. This girl had a very steady mind. If it were someone else, even if they could hold back, they would still make some arrangements. But she was different; she still went to the lake. It was clear that the young lady's mind was as strong as steel and as steady as a mountain.

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PS: Chapter 2. I'm hungry, going to eat.