She went out, and Lu Youwei's eyes lit up: "Sister, is Sister Chen also like this?" ”

Qu Xiu was surprised: "Sister Chen...... Sister Chen is really not this type, why did she say, 'Sure enough'? Could it be that these extremely beautiful descriptions are said by others? ”

Lu Youwei's heart stirred: "The phoenix is not with crows, the dragon is not with fish and shrimp, and talents like Gongzi seem to be full of outstanding people around him...... Liu'er, you go and report it. ”

Liu'er entered Yixian Courtyard and reported.

The dark night in the air and the green clothes glanced at each other, and they both saw vigilance in each other's eyes, I damn it, this little girly skin is really here, is this to increase the rhythm of a sister?

Hurry up, put down the green clothes, and help her tidy up the crumpled clothes intimately in the dark night......

When Lu Youwei came in, the green clothes smiled lightly, saluted her, and thanked her, after all, she had just received such a valuable piano from others......

Lu Youwei returned the salute to her, not daring to be careless.

Qu Xiu and Lu Youwei sat down, the green clothes poured tea for them, the posture was absolutely elegant, and the two girls also returned the salute to her.

Lu Youwei said to Lin Su: "Lin Gongzi, my brother offended my son that day, he really deserved it, and my son didn't care about his past suspicions, and he lifted the shackles for his brother, and the little girl didn't dare not come to thank him in person." ”

Lin Su smiled slightly: "Miss Lu is really polite...... On the West Mountain that day, the housekeeper of your mansion stood up under pressure and helped me relieve the siege, but I haven't thanked him yet. ”

"Speaking of the West Mountain, first of all, it should be me to thank you, because of the good intentions of the son, Youwei has to have a three-point name, she is grateful, but she is also terrified......" Lu Youwei thought of Xishan, her heart was pounding, this day was her highlight moment, this day, it was the moment when real dreams and reality blended, and for the next few nights, she was addicted to it and couldn't get out.

It's really like Bi Xuanji said, from now on, the dream of a beautiful woman is full of funeral flowers.

Lin Su said: "People's talents are like cones in bags, even if time is over, they can't stop them from standing out, all of which are caused by Miss Lu's own brilliance, how dare Lin take credit?" ”

Lu Youwei sighed softly: "Even if a woman has some talent, she has to see whether the world is tolerant or not, if everyone has such a heart as a son, why ...... Changfeng ten miles crying in Zhongzhou? ”

Changfeng ten miles crying in Zhongzhou?

Lin Su groaned: "A new poem and tears, two hearts cut three autumns, and then went to Qingming to sacrifice each other, and the long wind cried Zhongzhou for ten miles...... Xie Xiaoyan seems to be a person with a story, does her story have anything to do with her talent? ”

Precisely!

Xie Xiaoyan was born in a scholarly family, and she liked poetry since she was a child, but when she was fifteen years old, her family fell into the middle of the road, and she lived in the Qinglou, and she gradually emerged with her poetry and writing skills, which also allowed her to keep the bottom line of selling her art and not selling her body, and also got acquainted with a literary genius in Xiling.

At that time, Xuanji and I both blessed her, and we were glad that she had finally found her own home.

But a year ago, a poetry meeting changed all that.

This poem will be proposed by Mao Gongzi, and a long poem by Mao Gongzi above the poetry meeting is overwhelming, which was originally a very happy ending, but that day Xie Xiaoyan drank too much wine, and Mao Gongzi's poem just touched her, she blurted out a poem, making everyone look at each other, this poem is better than Mao Gongzi's poem!

Since then, everyone in the world has laughed at Mao Gongzi, saying that he is not as good as a Qinglou girl, Mao Gongzi can't stand this kind of rumors, abandons her, and preaches everywhere that she is a lowly woman who can be a husband.

The rumors came, Xie Xiaoyan was desperate and jumped off the building to commit suicide, but fortunately, Xuanji just arrived, Xie Xiaoyan told Xuanji that from that day on, she was dead.

Therefore, there is "going to Qingming again, and crying in Zhongzhou for ten miles in the long wind"......

Lin Su sighed infinitely: "Talent was originally a plus, but it fell on her, but it was the source of tragedy, which is really sad and lamentable...... What about Bi Xuanji? What are some of her stories? ”

He seemed to ask unintentionally, but asking this question was what he really wanted to talk to Lu Youwei.

Because of the death of the Seven Princes, he suspected that Bi Xuanji did it.

Lu Youwei didn't notice him at all, and told her calmly......

Bi Xuanji is a very mysterious person, no one knows where she came from, only that on a certain autumn day, Lingyin Temple suddenly had a Buddhist woman who wore hair and practiced, this woman was out of the world, and her poetry was peerless, Lu and Xie intersected with her, purely because of their love for poetry.

In this world, there are too few women with certain poetic attainments, and when they get together, the relationship is closer than others, but it is limited to this, she has not deliberately inquired about Bi Xuanji, after all, people are disciples of Buddhism, Buddhism pays attention to the four major emptiness, and everything in the past has to be put down......

Buddhism!

Lingyin Temple!

Lin Su's heartstrings quietly touched.

Can a person who wears hair and cultivates Buddhism be connected with the "shadow technique" of the Heavenly Mandate Daomen?

Also, isn't there a little monk in Lingyin Temple? This little monk saved Sister Chen and Green Yi in an extremely dangerous situation, and he couldn't bully others for being a child, so he didn't come to thank him.

Some time ago, he was busy with the layout, so he put this matter down first, and in a few days, he had to go up and meet him for a while.

……

After chatting about these gossip, Lu Youwei and Green Yi talked, and the two talked about music, Lu Youwei is a very smart woman, because she is weak and sick, she doesn't go out too much, and she spends almost all of her time in the boudoir, and the pleasure she is looking for is reading, and books are also all-inclusive, including books on music and rhythm.

This is talking to Green, the two are each other's confidants, and the more they talk, the more relaxed they become.

Gradually there is a feeling of seeing each other late.

Chatting and chatting, a few women asked Green Yi to play a song, but Green Yi couldn't resist it, so he took them to his room, picked up the pipa on the table, and before she could start playing, she suddenly noticed Lu Youwei's strange appearance.

Lu Youwei was holding a few pieces of paper as if struck by lightning......

This is the manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions", Gongzi wrote five chapters, Dark Night and Sister Chen have read it, she was worried that the manuscript would be lost, so after they all read it, she carefully put it away, put it in her room, and was seen by Lu Youwei.

"It's ...... Is this Childe's new book? Lu Youwei's voice trembled.

On the West Mountain that day, he chanted a poem "Funeral Flower Yin" that was half-signed at the top of the seven colors, telling her that this poem was a paragraph in his next book, and promised her that once the book was written, he would definitely show her.

From that moment on, she looked forward to seeing the book.

She even told her that Grandpa Eighth knew that I would not live long, and my only hope in this life was to be able to finish reading the book he wrote.

It can be seen how much weight this book carries in her heart.

Now that she saw the book in her room, she couldn't wait for a moment to peruse its contents......

Qu Xiu and Qu Juan were shocked.

They are the masters of this courtyard, separated from Lin Su by one or several walls, but they don't know that Lin Su wrote a book.

Lin Su's, that is the common expectation of the whole world!

A copy of "The Legend of the White Snake" was born, with exquisite story settings, beautiful romance to the bones, and one person monopolized one issue, so that everyone in the world really felt another layer of charm of the text.

Subsequently, countless literati vied with each other to imitate and want to write about it, but so far, no one has been able to imitate his charm.

As a result, everyone is looking forward to his second book.

Among these people who are looking forward to it, there are big misses, deep palace ladies, and even lower riba people, of course, including the Qu family sisters.

Qu Juan has begged her sister many times, you tell the third prince to let him write a book, but she was reprimanded by her sister, and her uncle is about to take the palace test, do you dare to distract him?

That's it.

Today, it has already been born.

"Yes! This book is called "Dream of Red Mansions", although the son promised Miss Lu that he would show it to Miss, but ...... But the book isn't finished yet......"

The green clothes could only refuse politely.

How could Lu Youwei endure it: "Sister, can you ...... Can you let me take a look at it first? Otherwise, I'll take an excerpt and I'll copy ...... now."

Green Yi had no choice but to come out and ask Lin Su, Lin Su was nothing, wasn't it just a few pages of manuscript? Anyway, I promised her that I would just give it to her.

The green clothes came back, but she still didn't give up the original manuscript, but fortunately she had been copying it herself, and she gave the copy she copied to Lu Youwei.

Lu Youwei's heartbeat was almost uncontrollable, she didn't even listen to the pipa, and hurried back to the house, she wanted to read this book alone for the first time.

In the heavy rain, Lu Youwei clutched the dozen pages of the manuscript tightly, and wanted to open it countless times, but she still held back, quickly entered the house, and bumped into her father Lu Shuizhou head-on, Lu Shuizhou's expression was extremely excited, and when he saw Lu Youwei, he grabbed her shoulder violently: "Your brother said that he Wenshan was loose, has he already terminated the Wendao contract?" ”

"Back to Daddy, my brother's contract has indeed been terminated!"

Lu Youwei's answer came into the study, and Lu Yujing, who was spinning nervously in the study, roared, full of infinite pleasure, and Lu Shuizhou's face suddenly turned red: "Okay!" That's great! Youwei, good daughter, you are really a good daughter of your father...... Daddy is going to get in touch with your grandfather and make him happy...... Hahahaha......"

The entire Lu Mansion was jubilant.

Lu Youwei said goodbye to her father and returned to her boudoir, excited heart, trembling hands, slowly let go of the manuscript in her hand, and spread it out on the table.

"Dream of Red Mansions, I would like to pay tribute to this encounter in Xishan with this book......"

Lu Youwei's face turned red......

"The first episode of "Dream of Red Mansions" "Zhen Shiyin's Dream Psychic, Jia Yucun's Wind and Dust and Beauty", the land fell into the southeast that day, and there was a place called Gusu in this southeast corner, and there was a city called Changmen, which was the most first- and second-class rich and elegant place in the red dust. There is a ten-mile street outside this gate, there is a Renqing lane in the street, there is an ancient temple in the lane, because the place is narrow and narrow, everyone calls it the gourd temple. Next to the temple lives a hometown eunuch, surnamed Zhen, named Fei, and the word Shiyin ......"

Lu Youwei was soon drawn by the story and stepped into a blurred world......

This world is so vivid, but so moving, she saw Lin Daiyu, the name she had been thinking about, and she suddenly saw a passage: "Two bends seem to be frowning and not frowning, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy and not happy." The state is full of sorrows, and the disease of the whole body. Tears are dotted, and the pant is slight. Quiet like a beautiful flower shining on the water, action like a weak willow supporting the wind......"

Lu Youwei gasped softly, there were really tears in her eyes, just now at the door, she met Sister Chen, and the inexplicable words that Sister Chen said came from here......

This is what he specially used to write about her, not poetry is better than poetry, every word exudes the charm of words, exudes the fragrance of books that is more fragrant than spring tears......

She was completely obsessed, she didn't remember the wind and rain outside the window, she didn't remember where she was, she only remembered that a little girl named Lin Daiyu stepped into Rongguo Mansion......

Above the Golden Palace, Lu Tian frowned, listening to the disaster reports from all over the country, in feudal society, the transmission of news is often very slow, but it is not absolute, at least in this world, the transmission of news is extremely fast, because there is an official seal!

The official seal is the bridge, and the relevant situation can be reported to the Beijing division at any time.

This was originally the best thing in officialdom, but Lu Tiancong would rather not have such a convenient communication tool.

Because the news of the thirteen states in the south came, each of them made his scalp feel numb.

100,000 people were killed and wounded, and 30,000 houses were destroyed......

300,000 dead and wounded in Zhongzhou, and seven market towns were completely submerged......

180,000 people were killed and wounded in Dongzhou, and even the governor's capital collapsed......

Roads have been damaged, farmland has been flooded, livelihoods are in dire straits, and relief is urgently needed......

One fold asks for money, two folds ask for money, three folds ask for money and food, all of them! All of them!

How much money can the imperial court have? How much grain can there be?

What's even more terrifying is that the rain is still falling, and the disaster is getting worse step by step......

The emperor sitting on the top of the golden palace had a blue face.

Some of the ministers around him said that they should immediately mobilize troops to block the intersection to prevent changes in the lives of the displaced people, some said that the prevention of the people is better than the prevention of Sichuan, and they should be used for disaster relief and rescue of the people, and some said that the disaster situation is still going on at this time, and disaster relief is not feasible, and as soon as the materials arrive, they will definitely be robbed......

As the prime minister, Lu Tiancong was already dizzy from the noise.

In the end, a unanimous conclusion was finally reached, and a three-pronged approach was adopted: first, to pay close attention to the situation in various localities, second, to prepare relief materials and select capable cadres to provide disaster relief as soon as the rain stopped, and third, the four barracks in the central part of the country were ready to suppress the popular uprising at any time.

This is the disaster relief process every year, and it hasn't changed in a year. There is no technical content.

However, the candidates for the Minister of Disaster Relief are very enthusiastic, why? On the one hand, he can get the reputation of the people, and on the other hand, he can also make a lot of money.

Extreme Soul Chaos

Don't say anything about the year of the catastrophe, how to be an official, that's all lip service, in actual action, who doesn't get some benefits?

Finally over, Lu Tiancong walked out of the Golden Palace, looked at the wind and rain in the sky and sighed, there is really no good sky, no good people, no good things......

Suddenly, he received a summons from his home.

Lu Tian was shocked from this shock, the haze on his face was suddenly swept away, and the void shot towards Lu Mansion through the sky, and even the sedan chair he was used to was spared......