noffsinger Chapter 187: Born with Intelligence
Chapter 187: Born with Intelligence
Wang Jinyi looked at the rental item and was a little confused. He hesitated for a moment and asked:
"What are the conditions like there?"
"Miss, I heard from Wenbai that it is close to the Dongsheng Escort Agency, and most of the people living here are from the Escort Agency. The area is very safe, and there are few local thugs who don't come here, so the rent will be ten cents more expensive than the ordinary rent."
Oh? Is fifty cents a rent expensive? In this life, I am not down to earth at all and I don't know anything. It's all because of the rule that women should not go out of the front door or the back door.
Thinking about my previous life, I was able to travel through most of China’s geological areas like a backpacker with Chen Zhiyuan. It will be difficult to have the same opportunity in this life.
Maybe this is the reason why some people particularly like traveling. No matter where they will be bound in the next life, they want to travel around the world in this life!
Wang Jinyi returned to reality and asked:
"How's the house?"
"Miss, the house is probably OK. Wen Bai said it looks like someone lives there, not like an old house that is rented out. There is a bed, a table and chairs in the house, and it is very clean. I heard that the owner lives next door, and it has two main rooms and a side room."
"Is that so?" Wang Jinyi stopped asking and just nodded slightly. This basically fits the positioning she had given to the Feng sisters.
From now on, the two of them don't need to come to Yongxing Lane anymore. They just need to listen to Wu Wumei's instructions. The less they come to their family, the safer they will be. Even if these two people are not suspects, this is good for both parties.
Remember, remind Wu Mei, try not to reveal family matters to them.
"Zhu Yu, inform Wen Bai to meet in the main hall at 9:00 pm tomorrow."
Wang Jinyi thought that by leaving the Feng sisters outside the house, he could keep the secrets of himself and his family, but he didn't know that Wei Wuji knew all his movements.
Even Wei Wuji had a copy of the collection of poems "Songs Picked Up at Dusk" that Wang Jinyi had just handed over to the Wang clan.
After reading it, Wei Wuji was silent for a long time. As far as he knew, he had never seen every poem in this collection, and he never knew which poet could write such heroic and magnificent poems.
Today, the guard gave me a collection of poems that he had secretly copied.
At first, I thought it was a collection of nursery rhymes for a three-year-old child, or a collection of familiar ancient poems. I never expected that I would be moved by the poems in "Songs Picked Up at Dusk" after just a quick glance at it.
Wei Wuji read through more than 30 poems in one breath. He felt a sense of heroic passion and a sense of unsatisfied desire. So he asked:
“Are there only these 30 or so songs?”
Yun Wu replied to the guard who had just handed over the collection of poems:
"It is said that there is another part that was pressed under the pillow of Pavilion Master Wang. It was not in the study, so the guards did not copy it."
In other words, there is a part that is even more exciting than the collection of poems he has in his hands now, so much so that Pavilion Master Wang can't put it down.
Wei Wuji held the booklet in his hand and read it for a long time. Then he went to find Ouyang Wenche.
Every evening after dinner, Ouyang Wenceche would wash up and sit in the yard to read a book that interested him. When he saw Wei Wuji coming, he stood up and called out respectfully:
"Mr. Wei."
Wei Wuji was very grateful to the young master for thinking highly of him, but he would never forget the master-servant relationship, so he bowed and saluted Ouyang Wenche.
"Little Lord."
Then he took up the book of poems and said:
“I had nothing to do, so I just read a few poems to the young master. Ouyang Wenche still sat back in the big round chair, while Wei Wuji casually sat on the beauty’s backrest in the corridor and began to read the first poem of the Poetry Demon.
"Green ants are the new drinking companions, and the red clay stove..."
Under the corridor of the east wing, the two people's hearts were filled with the outstanding verses of the poets of the Great Tang Dynasty.
"All the birds fly high, and the lone cloud drifts away leisurely..." One romantic and arrogant poem after another made Ouyang Wenche, who always liked down-to-earth writing style, seem to have opened his third eye.
"...a horse with five colors, a fur coat worth thousands of gold, I'll call my son to go out and exchange them for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrow." Ouyang Wenche felt the same way when he heard this, "Share our eternal sorrow."
The poems that came across time and space seemed to express Ouyang Wenche's inner voice, causing Ouyang Wenche to resonate strongly.
My mind was still in the midst of the eternal sorrow when I heard Wei Wuji read:
"When the great peng rises with the wind, it soars up to ninety thousand miles. Even if it comes down when the wind dies down, it can still stir up the vast ocean water. People in the world always see me as different, and when they hear me say nothing, they all sneer."
Wei Wuxian stopped reading silently. Ouyang Wenche did not urge him to continue. The two of them fell into silence. It was as if this poem described their situation and their hopes...
The two then entered into repeated discussions, even discussing the poet's situation and mood at the time.
As the night deepened, Yun Wu reminded:
"Master, it's already the second watch."
Wei Wuji felt that it was time to end the poetry appreciation, so he stood up and said goodbye.
Ouyang Wenche asked:
"Mr. Wei, where did you get these poems?"
Wei Wuji said with a hint of self-mockery,
"This is the collection of poems compiled by the literary monster you mentioned. He is going to print it for the Wang family. He also gave it a nice name called "Evening Songs"."
"Who?"
Yun Wu reminded:
"Master, it's the young lady in this yard."
"what?"
Ouyang Wenche originally thought that the poems were compiled by Wei Wuji to improve his appreciation level, but he never expected that it was the child who made him get rid of his conceit.
He stood up, took the handwritten poetry collection from Wei Wuxian, flipped through it, and asked:
"She sorted all this out herself?!"
"The guards said she compiled it. It is said that there are more than 40 poems, but some of them are in Pavilion Master Wang's bedroom, and the guards haven't copied them back yet."
Ouyang Wenqingche murmured unconsciously:
"How many books has she read? She knows more than I can possibly read in my lifetime."
Wei Wuji really wanted to pat the young master on the shoulder and tell him that he felt the same way.
Since reading Guanzi.Di Shu, Wei Wuji discovered that the Wang family had a rich collection of books and a rigorous education for their children. They even did not give up on their daughters.
As long as personal conditions allow, children will be encouraged to read as many books as possible. This shows how much effort the Wang clan puts into cultivating boys.
Wei Wuji seemed to be trying to comfort him, and he gently advised:
"Every profession has its own specialties. Girls may pay more attention to music, chess, calligraphy and painting. As men, we may focus more on government affairs and people's livelihood."
Having said this, he left the booklet and said goodbye.
Ouyang Wenche was sitting in the corridor of the east wing, flipping through poems and essays. He thought of the girl holding a small wooden stick and poking the ground like digging soil, reciting the "Analects of Confucius" while playing.
Ouyang Wenche felt a little uncomfortable. He even lost confidence in himself! It turned out that his comment on the second wife popped up again - "naturally intelligent".