Chapter Five, The Autumn of the Heart of the Departed

Is there a name for this type of poem? She tilted her little head

Hmm

He has always believed that there are two kinds of people in this world who must not be let down: those who love him and those who hate him

He murmured softly, tightened his grip on the sword in his arms, and closed his eyes again

Qian'er looked at herself with a strange expression on her face

She looked up at Zhao Rong, who was a head taller than her, lightly biting her crimson lips, her eyes shimmering as if they contained stars

Although these past few days have been quite exhausting due to the antics of this quirky little girl, she is the only person willing to get close to him since he arrived in this world

... ...

Rong Er Ge, Miss and I are leaving today

"Oh, what a coincidence!" Zhao Rong exclaimed. "Then we must celebrate properly!"

Well, today is also Qian'er’s birthday. She averted her gaze, lowered her head, and nervously pinched the hem of her clothes as she spoke

He casually took the already wrung-out hot towel handed to him by the little girl and wiped his face

Zhao Rong was caught off guard. Just a second ago, she was still smiling, so how did she suddenly start crying? Is this what women are like? How frightening.

Qian'er stared wide-eyed as she watched him write fluidly on the rice paper, his brush strokes resembling dragons and snakes, all done in one go. This was a style of calligraphy she had never seen before, but as she was not familiar with calligraphy, she did not pay much attention to it

This time he used running script, wanting to use cursive script but fearing that the little girl would not understand, because the history of this world is different from what he was familiar with in his previous life. Calligraphy has only developed to clerical script, cursive script, and regular script, ... there are not even signs of the emergence of running script ...

Do not go! A gentleman stays away from the kitchen

"Qian'er, let me present you with a birthday poem." He suddenly raised his eyebrows

The girl did not pay attention to the delicate flying sword in the heart lake, which revealed its true form as the water receded. She sniffed and said earnestly, "Qian'er likes it very much"

... ...

He raised his hand, wanting to touch her head, but upon reflection, he felt it was inappropriate. Instead, he opted to hook his finger and gently grazed her delicate nose.

Are you also leaving

Zhao Rong smiled helplessly

On a day of leisure, I am left to call upon friends to open the fragrant banquet. Time hastens the greying hair, while the wind and dew caress the rosy cheeks... How I cherish this pure joy. What harm is there in being deeply intoxicated before the jade cup

The girl slightly furrowed her brows, her jade-like lips parted gently

Aunt, I really cannot make noodles

However, the little girl still hurriedly ran to fetch the inkstone and ink stick to grind the ink

Zhao Rong walked towards her and casually remarked, "Why did you come so late today? Aren't you going to urge me to go for morning exercises?"

Although his four years in university were rather chaotic and his academic performance was average, he consistently pursued his hobbies in calligraphy and classical literature, even participating in the provincial calligraphy competition for two consecutive years

Suddenly, the surroundings seemed to brighten a little. Although there were no windows open in the room, a gust of fresh wind arose, causing the curtains to flutter and the pages of the books to turn.

Having finished speaking, she cast a glance at Zhao Rong

Qian'er was momentarily delighted, but then her expression dimmed. She quickly waved her hand, "No, no, today is the matriarch's birthday celebration. I need to go assist the young lady shortly; there is much to do, and moreover..."

... ...

Having finished speaking, she handed the wooden brush, which she had already applied the ointment to, to Zhao Rong

His calligraphy skills are not only derived from the memories inherited from his original self but also from the studies he undertook while participating in the calligraphy club during his university years

Once the word is spoken

Rong Er Ge

She hurriedly handed over the hot tea she was holding, and Zhao Rong took it and rinsed his mouth.

She gazed at him

"Rong'er, do you want to also have a bowl of longevity noodles?" Qian'er inquired tentatively

Seeing him so confident, Qian'er suddenly felt a bit suspicious. She murmured, "Is Rong'er going to compose a humorous poem?"

He shook his head, adjusted his clothing, tied on his headscarf, took out the black bird jade poem tablet and hung it at his waist. After a moment's thought, he pulled out a white handkerchief from beneath his pillow and tucked it into his bosom, then walked towards the desk

For some unknown reason, when she reached this point, she suddenly stopped, murmuring repeatedly. After a while, she took a deep breath and continued reading.

"The Veil of Rainbow Skirts · Joyful Autumn" Qian'er lightly parted her jade lips

Therefore, Confucianism is almost a subject that most scholars must engage with

Qian'er pouted upon seeing his refusal. Didn't you do this for me and the young lady when you were a child? And have you really forgotten that the old lady shares the same birthday with someone?

How is it? Do you like it? Zhao Rong asked with a light laugh

Ah, this is simply too comfortable. Is this the life of the wealthy offspring in the wicked feudal society? Why do I feel no guilt at all now? Alas, I have still fallen into depravity

He took this toothbrush-like object and began to wash up in front of the copper basin

Rong Er Ge has really changed, changed, changed, changed in a strange way, and is somewhat annoying

Zhao Rong looked at her with a helpless expression, and her pitiful little appearance truly made one feel reluctant to bear it

I wonder... could it still be your birthday?

Did Rong'er not say before, "Alas, my parents, they labored to bring me into this world"? Qian'er's parents are no longer present, and her birthday cannot be celebrated in a lively manner. How about this, Rong'er, why not make a bowl of longevity noodles for Qian'er?

Do you know what day it is today

The material remains luxurious and exquisite, but the craftsmanship of the stitching is noticeably inferior compared to what I used to wear. Hmm, why are the sleeves on both sides asymmetrical? Which third-rate tailor did this?

After all, the great thoughts of the various schools of thought have been widely disseminated in the mountains, exerting a tremendous influence. A significant portion of the cultivation world has been drawn into this contest of great principles, and Confucianism is one of the three prominent schools among the hundred families... Not to mention the realm of cultivation named after the Confucian sage...

Help me grind the ink! Zhao Rong's eyebrows danced with excitement

Making noodles? What a joke, is instant noodles acceptable? I'm quite skilled at that, especially the Old Tan pickled cabbage flavor

At this thought, he suddenly realized that Qian'er seemed to have fallen silent. He removed the towel from his face and took a look.

Today is the ninetieth birthday of the matriarch, and I am accompanying the young lady in the kitchen to make longevity noodles, as the matriarch loves the noodles made by the young lady the most

Turning his head, he saw Qian'er busy at the washbasin stand in the room, her back to him, her figure slender

If there are no habits, then cultivate habits

Enjoying the autumn. The evening lotus flowers are adorned with round dewdrops. The weather is pleasant, as several lines of new wild geese approach the cold mist. The silver reed plays a crisp tune, while the jade pillar plucks the clear strings

A pearl fell from the corner of her eye, traveling down her slightly chubby, fair cheek, and finally resting on the girl's pointed chin

In a certain corridor of the government office, a swordsman, leaning against a pillar and holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, slowly opened his eyes.

The young girl was momentarily stunned, her little face flushed red. In a flurry, she turned around, snatched the clothes and the copper basin held by the two maidservants accompanying her, lowered her head to avoid the man in front of her, and hurriedly darted into the room

He found it strange but did not take it to heart, after all, the clothes were just a bit uncomfortable to wear, yet outsiders could hardly notice it

No wonder I said that the outer city has been so bustling with people coming and going these past few days; I thought there was some festival approaching

Zhao Rong fell silent

In fact, he had planned to visit the Guozijian today to pay his respects to the masters of the Taixue. However, all of that can be postponed, as the little girl's birthday is more important. Moreover, he had originally requested a ten-day leave from his master, and only half of that time has passed.

Suddenly, her eyes darted around, and she smiled slyly

He turned back to glance at her and saw that her expression was serious, so he quickly shook his head

At the entrance of the Earl's residence, a tall elder who was observing the arriving and departing guests suddenly turned his head to glance inside the door

On that side, Qian'er had already prepared the ink, arranged the rice paper, and set out the brush

Whether it was the Ziqi Pavilion she had previously stayed in or the current sacred place of cultivation where talents from all over the region gather, she has participated in many poetry societies and literary gatherings organized by her fellow disciples, both senior brothers and senior sisters, and has also read numerous collections of poetry and verse

Zhao Rong returned to the bedside and changed into the clean scholar's robe she had just brought. After putting it on, she found that this particular robe felt somewhat inexplicably strange today

Qian'er turned around, the flush on her face had faded, and she smiled gently

Upon seeing this, Zhao Rong lightly coughed while clenching his fist, offered an apologetic smile to the two maids who were staring in astonishment, and gently closed the door behind him

It may just be that I have never seen it before. She stuck out her tongue. Soon, her attention was drawn to the poem on the paper.

Raise the cup on the boat. In unison, we sing to celebrate the birthday. A hundred years in life, parting is easy, but reunion is difficult ... parting is easy, but reunion is difficult ...

He paced back and forth, contemplating, "How about I take you out to have some fun today? The Confucius Temple and Xishui Street are lively, with plenty of things to do. Let's go have some fun and enjoy some delicious food"

Initially, he refused, as a modern individual, he was unaccustomed to such a luxurious lifestyle where everything was provided for him, from clothing to meals, and even personal hygiene attended to by others. However, under Qian'er’s strong insistence, he was ultimately compelled to join.

Zhao Rong approached the table, dipped his brush in ink, turned his head to glance at the curious little girl beside him, smiled, and then focused his mind to begin writing

Qian'er's eyes sparkled as she asked, "Are you going to write lyrics for me, Rong'er?"