Chapter Thirty-Two Understand

  The words under heaven are nothing more than this, what is there to look at?

  "This is what I just copied, although it looks similar, but after all, it's not as good as seeing the original." Qin Langjun also carefully said, "Because too many people have seen it, and some people even sit on the ground to copy and become infatuated, and the temple is afraid of damaging the characters, so they've already covered it with a green silk gauze. With these five words there, no one will go to that wall to make a fool of themselves by scribbling."

  He said this with a smile and a sigh of emotion.

  "This year's Shengjing Poetry Conference has not yet begun, but with this word, it has already ended prematurely." he said.

  Is it really that good?

  Saturday Lang looked at the words on the case table.

  Waiting for plum blossoms to open at the mountain temple, waiting for plum blossoms to open at the mountain temple.

  He read it word by word, and everything else was ordinary, but when he saw this opening character, his heart was greatly moved.

  His gaze fell on the opening words, and suddenly it seemed as if golden armor and iron horses were charging straight at him.

  Zhou Lang couldn't help but close his eyes.

  His father was a warrior, but he was born in a time of peace and prosperity. The only way he could experience the thrill of battle was through his elders' stories and martial arts performances. He yearned to know what it was really like, and often woke up from dreams at midnight, feeling as though something was left unsaid.

  That feeling is quite similar to seeing this open character.

  He stretched out his hand and couldn't help but gently rub the opening character.

  The mountain temple waits for plum blossoms to bloom!

  Seeing Zhou Lang's action, Qin Lang smiled.

  "I actually prefer this calligraphy," he said, stretching out his hand to gently stroke it, with a hint of emotion. "These five characters, different people see them and feel differently; such simple and direct characters can actually convey such flavor, I wonder who could have written it."

  "Who is it?" Shūroku was surprised, "You literati aren't supposed to be the ones who love leaving their names behind?"

  Qin Langjun laughed and shook his head.

  "There is no name, and nobody knows who the author is. Some say it's a retired old official, some say it's a scholar with great ambitions, and others say it's a general waiting for an opportunity to make a name for himself." He smiled, looking at the words on the paper again, "I think this person's writing style seems to be lacking something, either in terms of strength or something else, with a hint of femininity."

  Saturday Lang looked again for a moment.

  "No need to guess, writing this isn't just for fame, now that I'm satisfied, it won't be long before the person comes out themselves," he said.

  Qin Lang nodded and looked at the words on the desk.

  A moment of silence indoors.

  "Oh, it's been almost ten days now, isn't your cousin coming back home?" Qin Langjun asked.

  "Love doesn't come back, and a good mood is ruined!" Zhou Liuzi said with a scowl.

  Qin Langjun burst out laughing.

  At dawn, the house gradually brightened up. Dan Niang got down from her bed, and Nai Ma Yatou was quietly silent. She herself was stunned for a moment, wearing only socks to walk to the window and pushed it open with force.

  A gust of cold wind blew in with snowflakes.

  "Ah, it's really snowing!" she exclaimed, "Sister was right after all!"

  The loud voice awakened the wet nurse outside.

  "My daughter, don't dare to blow the wind."

  The noisy one will carry Dan Niang to the window.

  At this time, Qiao Niang's residence, the maid also pulled open the curtains and pushed open the window, only to feel the cold wind blowing on her hands, causing a slight pain.

  "Oh? It's snowing." She looked outside and exclaimed happily.

  Jiang Nang emerged from behind the screen and walked a few steps to the door, pulling it open.

  Fine snowflakes as small as grains of rice are falling gently outside.

  "Girl, be careful of the cold." The maid hurried over and wrapped a large cloak around her.

  It's snowing, and Jingniang is looking outside, feeling her heart beating a little faster for the first time.

  Was there anything unforgettable when it snowed in the past? Does seeing snow remind her of something?

  Just like that day in the temple, the father who flashed through his mind, although he didn't grasp anything in the end, it was better than being calm and peaceful all along.

  Jiangniang stretched out her hand, motionless for a moment, feeling the sudden palpitation of her heart, only to have it vanish in an instant, just like snowflakes landing on her palm and melting away instantly.

  Chen Shaoming entered Chen Lao Taigong's room and saw Cheng Jiaoniang sitting on one side, reading a prescription, while a maid was writing with a pen beside her.

  "Grandpa, it's really snowing!" Chen Dan Niang's voice echoed through the room. "Mother said that it would snow in three to five days, and indeed it is snowing!"

  When she saw Chen Shaojin at the door, Dan Niang excitedly shouted "Dad", but the next moment she couldn't help but turn to Cheng Jiaoniang again.

  "Will it snow, or is it just sister telling tales?" she asked.

  What is this saying? It sounds like it doesn't make sense.

  Chen Shao was taken aback for a moment.

  The woman said it would snow in three to five days? Already certain? Look at the sky?

  He thought of what his father had said at the time, that it seemed like a decisive rain shower.

  But at that time, I was worried about my father's illness and didn't take it to heart. Now that I think about it, could this woman have the ability to observe the heavens and recognize the aura?

  Just like those people from the Taishi Bureau?

  But those people didn't succeed even after ten attempts. To be able to observe the sky and know the air, one must necessarily understand both astronomy and geography, read a thousand volumes of books and travel a hundred miles of roads. Even so, three parts effort, seven parts are still heaven-given talent, wisdom is almost magical.

  Just like Zhuge borrowing the east wind, just like Wu Zixu refusing to eat new rice, or like Yuan Taishi Gong opening up the country in the beginning.

  A person of such severity is rarely seen in a hundred years.

  After asking his father for peace of mind and sending away his daughter, Chen Shao finally couldn't help but ask a question when Cheng Jiaoniang bid farewell.

  "Miss, who is your teacher?" he asked.

  Jiang Yao fell silent for a moment.

  It's indeed because of Master's teachings that he knows medicine and astrology; these aren't things that can be acquired out of thin air.

  Teaching an idiotic child, what kind of sacredness is this?

  Or was it also that wise man who cured Cheng Jiaoniang of her foolishness?

  Watching Jingniang remain silent, Chen Shao's heart was already in turmoil.

  That's right, no mistake, it must be like this!

  Yes indeed! A great man! A great man!

  The puzzle that has been puzzling Chen Shao for a long time was finally solved, and it dawned on him!

  "If I say I don't remember, will you believe me or not?" said Jingniang, looking up at Chen Shao.

  Chen Shao's expression clearly showed that he had already thought it through and was deeply convinced of his own ideas.

  He nodded immediately, but was also puzzled.

  "How could I forget?" he asked.

  "The Taoist temple was struck by lightning." said Cheng Jiaoniang, "I was hit by the thunder and fortunately survived. When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything that had happened before, or rather, it wasn't that I couldn't remember, but some things I remembered and others I forgot."

  Chen Shao nodded slightly.

  "I see, I understand," he

  Jiang Nang nodded.

  "Yes, it will be all right," she said.

  Bidding farewell to Chen Shao, the master and servant returned to their residence.

  The young woman held an umbrella and walked with a puzzled expression on her face.

  "Miss, does this gentleman understand anything?" she couldn't help but ask.

  Jiang Nang stood with a wooden expression, watching the snow fall heavily.

  "This, I don't know, as long as he understands," she said.

  The maid was taken aback and lost her smile.

  "So, whether or not we speak, it's actually not necessary," said Cheng Jiaoniang, stretching out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes.

  After this trip, the Chen family's sisters extended an invitation again, but Chou Jiuniang declined every time. The sisters still couldn't muster up the courage to come and chat with her.

  This girl doesn't really like talking.

  "That day on the road, she only said three words, no, it should be 'Dan Niang, this way, good'." A woman counted with her fingers.

  The women sitting in the house couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "What's the use of that?" A woman snorted, looking at several people who were smiling and talking, "You guys talk a lot, but can you cure Grandfather's illness or make people come to welcome us from afar with respect?"

  The women were suddenly embarrassed.

  "Eighteen girl, we didn't mean to laugh at you." The woman who spoke earlier said with a smile.

  "It's better if there isn't," the woman said. "Who should be laughing at whom is still uncertain."

  "Alright, alright, let's go visit our grandfather this afternoon." A woman mediated with a smile and called out to everyone.

  The women all responded, got up and came together, swaying as they walked. As soon as they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, they saw that Madame Cheng was also entering with her maid, and everyone subconsciously stopped in their tracks.

  "Isn't it supposed to be treated in the morning?" everyone wondered.

  Hesitated for a long time, but still didn't go in.

  At Mr. Chen's place, both Chen Shao and his wife, as well as Dan Niang were present, and they too were surprised by Jingniang's arrival at this time.

  "But Father's illness..." Chen Shao's first reaction was such, anxiously asking.

  "It doesn't matter, Old Master won't need acupuncture tomorrow," said Cheng Jiaoniang, sitting up straight.

  Chen Shao and his wife let out a sigh of relief.

  "Please settle the medical bill," said Cheng Jiaoniang, "I should take my leave."