The Beautiful Sister Pomegranate
The next morning, there was a light knock on the door.
Zhan Ji suddenly opened his eyes, but he was still curled up in the blanket and did not move.
He had pretended to be drunk last night, so it was impossible for him to be very sober the next day. This was to prevent the news from spreading to Grand Preceptor Hua's ears and raising suspicion.
The other party knocked on the door a few times patiently. Seeing that Zhan Ji didn't move, he quietly pushed open the door.
This person's footsteps were light and slow. It was Qiuxiang.
"Young Master?"
Qiuxiang sat gently on the bed and patted Zhan Ji's shoulder.
"Hmm?"
Zhan Ji sat up with a blank expression. His hair was disheveled and he did not come back to his senses for a long time.
"Eh? Where am I?" Zhan Ji's face was filled with confusion.
Seeing Zhan Ji like this, Qiuxiang couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, revealing a somewhat charming expression, causing Zhan Ji to be a little dazed.
"Young Master, you drank too much last night. Our Old Master was afraid that something had happened to you, so he specially asked someone to invite you back to the residence.”Seeing that Zhan Ji was looking at her, Qiuxiang realized that she had been rude and said in a low voice with a slightly red face.
" Greedy drinking is a mistake…" Zhan Ji sighed and looked at Qiuxiang solemnly."May I ask who your master is?"
Qiuxiang was fooled by Zhan Ji's appearance. She really thought that Zhan Ji had forgotten what happened last night after getting drunk.
She gently told Zhan Ji the ins and outs of the matter. After Zhan Ji finished his breakfast, she took him to meet Grand Preceptor Hua.
In the hall of the Imperial Palace, Grand Preceptor Hua sat on a chair with a cup of fragrant tea placed beside him.
"This commoner Zhan Ji greets Grand Preceptor Hua.”
Zhan Ji bowed to Grand Preceptor Hua, his tone neither servile nor overbearing.
"Please sit."
Grand Preceptor Hua stared at Zhan Ji for a long time and suddenly said with a smile.
Zhan Ji sat in the guest seat, and Grand Preceptor Hua began to chat with Zhan Ji.
Zhan Ji told Grand Preceptor Hua that his ancestor was the Lin family of Jin 'an. When the Southern Song Dynasty perished, his family fled to Southeast Asia.
When it reached Zhan Ji's generation, there was only Zhan Ji.
Zhan Ji could only sell his family property and return to the country alone. After burying his parents 'remains, he prepared to travel the world. Who knew that they would encounter robbers on the way and more than half of their family property was stolen. Zhan Ji was frustrated and hung around in a brothel.
"I see."
Grand Preceptor Hua nodded thoughtfully.
"Nephew, last night at the Clear Cloud Pavilion, the poem you composed was majestic and magnificent. I can see that you have a deep understanding of poetry!”
Grand Preceptor Hua probed.
"Grand Preceptor, you praise me too much. Poetry is a small art!”
"Oh?"
Grand Preceptor Hua wanted to test Zhan Ji's talent, so he said,""Since that's the case, why don't you recite a few more poems for this old man to appreciate?”
Zhan Ji thought for a moment and stood up.
"If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be sad for the painting fan?
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After Nalan Xingde finished reciting the poem, Grand Preceptor Hua was already immersed in it and could not extricate himself.
Grand Preceptor Hua was also someone who had some attainments in the field of words, so he naturally knew the weight of this poem.
If this poem were to spread, it would definitely be passed down through the ages.
"What a good 'If life is only like the first time we met, why is the autumn wind sad for the painting fan'! Nephew, you're indeed amazing!"
Grand Preceptor Hua praised.
Meanwhile, Qiu Xiang, who was serving at the side, felt her bones turn soft.
She loved poetry, otherwise, she wouldn't have become Tang Bohu's fan. This poem of Mulan had captured the softest part of her heart. The gaze she looked at Zhan Ji with instantly became much gentler!
"Although the poem is good, this old man can hear some melancholy in it. As scholars, how can we sink into depression because of some setbacks?”
Grand Preceptor Hua put on the appearance of an elder in the sect.
"The Lin family of Jin 'an was also a prestigious family back then. Since you're a descendant of the Lin family, you should still take the imperial examination to serve the imperial court.”
Then, he said that he would get someone to make up for Zhan Ji's household registration.
Zhan Ji was temporarily staying in the palace, waiting for the imperial examinations to start.
"Zhan Ji doesn't know how to repay Duke Hua's kindness.”
Zhan Ji was very grateful!
"Nephew, you're too polite. This old master is only recommending talents for the country.”
Grand Preceptor Hua said with a smile. He stroked his beard gently, looking particularly refined.
In reality, Zhan Ji understood that this was just a method of forming cliques for personal gain in officialdom.
Even though Grand Preceptor Hua was forced to retire because he offended a powerful official, it did not mean that he was an incorruptible person.
After chatting awkwardly for a while, Zhan Ji and Grand Preceptor Hua felt bored.
Grand Preceptor Hua summoned Scholar Wu and asked him to arrange Zhan Ji's next residence and monthly supplies.
Zhan Ji stood up and thanked Grand Preceptor Hua before following Scholar Wu out of the living room.
In the original movie, the martial arts champion was also considered a top-notch talent.
Zhan Ji saw it with his own eyes this time and realized that it was almost the same as in the movies. He was burly and spoke in a rough voice.
He looked powerful, but he was actually just an idiot.
"May I ask when brother was the martial arts champion?”
Zhan Ji asked casually as he followed behind the Martial Scholar.
"My surname is Wu, and my name is the top scholar." The Martial Scholar said with his hands on his waist.
His face was flushed red. He obviously felt that Zhan Ji's words were insulting him.
"Mr. Zhan, do you have any objections?"
Zhan Ji smiled indifferently.
"I heard that the four big sisters of our Huafu are as beautiful as flowers, but there is one person who is more beautiful than these four?”
Zhan Ji seemed to have thought of something and said deliberately.
The Martial Scholar did not suspect anything. He frowned and said,"The four sisters are naturally as beautiful as fairies, but there are no other stunning women in the residence?”
"But this little brother heard that Sister Shiliu is even more beautiful!”
"If one day I can witness Sister Shiliu's beauty, I'd be willing to die!”
When the Martial Scholar heard this, he was instantly furious.
"Brat, how dare you have designs on my woman? Don't you know how to write the word 'death'?”
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