Chapter 11 The Great Writer

  Wu Changge, the young master of the Wu family, walked in quietly and saw Zheng Suhe still staring at the test paper in a daze.

  "Still thinking about the Sheng family?" Wu Changge took the test paper from Zheng Suhui's hand, glanced at it casually, and threw it aside. He sat down beside her and sighed: "I've already checked. Although Sheng Siyan is surnamed Sheng, she has no relation to the main line of the Shen Nong imperial family. You know that our four families, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, and Sheng, have been the pillars of the Great Xia Empire since its founding. Our clans have flourished for a thousand years, becoming one of the great families of the empire. How could you see someone with the surname Sheng and think she might be a direct descendant of the Shen Nong imperial family?"

  Zheng Suxin was very disappointed, she leaned her head on Wu Changge's shoulder and said in a low voice: "I have always hoped that Master would have descendants to inherit his legacy. The medical skills I possess are also something I hope to pass on to the direct descendants of the Sheng family, so as not to disappoint Master's kindness towards me."

  "You're too kind." Wu Changge stroked her cheek with his hand, "You've done enough for the Sheng family. Just at the Empress Dowager's place, you don't know how many times you've offended her, it's unbelievable if told to others." He paused and continued in a low voice, "Mother asked me to tell you, being kind is a good thing, having a good heart is also a good thing, but everything can't be overdone. Even when helping others, there must be a limit, we can't sacrifice our own family..."

  Zheng Suxin listened and quickly stood up saying: "Thank you for your teachings. I will go to thank you tomorrow."

  Wu Changge smiled and said, "My wife is beautiful and kind-hearted, who wouldn't like her? My mother is such a picky person, but she's extremely fond of you. Even my sister said that Mother treats you better than her own daughter."

  Zheng Suxin smiled and said, "Mother is all for my good, I naturally know that, you don't need to remind me in a roundabout way. Since I was young, I lost my mother, so my mother-in-law is my own mother. If I have done something wrong, she would scold and beat me, no need to be so polite."

  "How can this be considered polite? You are now the respected mistress of the household. How could Mother lose face in front of the servants by scolding you? --- This time, investigating that little girl from the Sheng family and her mother Wang, Mother has put in effort."

  Zheng Suxin was even more grateful and said: "Chang Ge, thank you. No matter what I ask for, you will always help me achieve it."

  "You are my wife, if I don't agree to your request, whose request should I agree to?" Wu Changge smiled and said, "Come on, let the servants prepare your favorite crab roe xiaolongbao for a midnight snack, we'll go eat together."

  Zheng Suxin smiled and nodded, going with Wu Changge to eat a midnight snack in the outer room.

  Sheng Siyan, who was far away in Wangjiacun Village, of course did not know that because of his carelessness for a moment, he had taken the first place in the exam and had already been investigated.

  She had Wang's wife make a small flower-patterned cloth bag for her, in which she put the books and stationery bought with the reward money given by Zheng Dainai, preparing to go to school.

  Day and night, Sheng Siyan finally waited for the day to go to school.

  Wang Er Ge got up early on purpose and came over to pick her up to go to school together.

  Wang Ergou went to Rongnu Girls' School opposite to Guanxue.

  Guān Xué, as the name suggests, is an official school run by the government, only accepting boys, of course, and they also need to take exams, not every man can attend Guān Xué.

  Sheng Siyan carried a small flower-patterned backpack and happily bid farewell to Wang's family, following Wang Erge to Rong Yu Nüxué.

  The school buildings and furniture of Rongnu Girls' School are all brand new, emitting a fragrance of varnished wood.

  Sheng Siyan found the school building with her name on it, curved her petal-like pale pink lips into a smile, and walked in with a smile.

  This room is very spacious, and as soon as you enter, there is the gentleman's high desk chair.

  Across from the high desk and chair, rows of low, long bookshelves were placed.

  They were students who sat on their knees behind these desks.

  A person sits at a desk, counting, this classroom can probably seat about thirty people.

  Not many, but absolutely not few.

  Sheng Siyan took a look at the girls in the house and sat down in the front row with great sensibility. ——Because she was the youngest and the shortest.

  The other students looked like they were all nine or ten years old, and there were even some little girls who were over ten.

  As soon as Sheng Siyan sat down, a chubby little girl came over and pushed her arm, smiling and saying: "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."

  Sheng Siyan said quietly, I haven't seen you before either...

  The girls from Wangjia Village don't seem to be in this school building.

  Sheng Siyan just took a glance at the whole school building and recognized that these girls were all from nearby villages, not their own village.

  She raised a smiling face and said softly: "I am Sheng Siyan, from Wangjia Village. Who are you? Which village?"

  That little chubby girl smiled and said: "I am Niu Xiaoye, from the neighboring Niu Village."

  After the two people finished introducing themselves, they quickly started chatting.

  "My sister is so envious of me. She didn't get in, and I'm the only one in our family who did." Niu Xiaoye said as she rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a book, placing it on her desk. "If I can write a poem like Miss Zheng's in the future, even if it costs me ten years of my life, I'd be willing to do so."

  It's Miss Zheng again...

  Sheng Siyan smiled and walked over to take a look, "The Complete Works of Xiang Rong? Hmm, is this the full version? The first volume?"

  Wang Ergou's family had a carefully selected copy, but it was borrowed by someone else to make a transcription, and she never had the chance to see it.

  Niu Xiaoye handed the book to her with a big smile, "How many characters do you recognize? I only understand a few simple poems in this poetry collection. Many of the long sentences inside are too difficult for me and I don't recognize most of the words."

  Sheng Siyan chimed in, "I don't recognize a few words either, just watching the excitement." As she spoke, she flipped through the collection of writings, and suddenly her eyes widened in surprise.

  Only then did I see that the first poem in the table of contents was --- "Spring River Flower Moon Night"!!!!!

  Won't it be? Things have similarities, people have commonalities, right?

  It's not that all writings in the world are just one big copy, you copy and I'll copy...

  Sheng Siyan nervously flipped to the content page of "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

  "The spring river's tide is connected to the calm sea, on the sea a bright moon shares its birth with the tide."

  Ripples follow waves for thousands of miles, where is there a spring river without a bright moon?

  The river winds its way through the fragrant fields, and the moon shines on the flower forest, making everything look like frost.

  Frost flows in the empty air without being aware of flying, white sand on the shore can't be seen.

  The river and sky are one colour with no speck of dust; in the clear void a solitary wheel of moon.

  Who first saw the moon by the river? What year did the river moon first shine on people?

  Generations of life are endless, the river and the moon year after year look similar.

  The moon above the river doesn't wait for anyone, it only sees the Yangtze River flowing with water.

  A white cloud drifts away leisurely, the green maple by the riverbank is overcome with sorrow.

  Whose household is the flat boat tonight? Where is the longing for the bright moon tower?

  The poor moon wanders above the building, and should shine on the dressing table of a separated person.

  The jade door curtain rolls up but won't go away, the pounding clothes mallet on top sweeps it back again.

  At this moment, we gaze at each other but cannot hear each other, I wish to follow the moonlight and flow with you.

  Swans fly high and their shadows don't touch the ground, fish and dragons dive and jump in the water and create a literary masterpiece.

  Last night, the moon fell on the quiet pond, but unfortunately, spring has passed and I have not returned home.

  The river's waters flow east as spring is about to end, the river bay's moon falls and again slopes west.

  The crescent moon sinks slowly into the sea of fog, and the winding road stretches endlessly from the stone bridge.

  "How many people return with the moon? The fallen moon rocks the emotions of the trees by the river."

  Ahhhhh!!!!!

  Isn't this "A Spring River Flower Moon Night" by Zhang Ruoxu of the Tang Dynasty in her past life?!

  How dare you plagiarize my male god's poem? —— Unacceptable!

  Sheng Siyan looked at the three striking characters under "Spring River Flower Moon Night" - Zheng Xiangrong, and suddenly felt unwell.

  No way?

  Isn't this Miss Zheng different from what she thought?

  Sheng Siyan's mind was in a mess, and she hastily opened up that collection of writings, scanning the lines with a single glance.

  Only see inside collect have 《Pipa Xing》, 《Chang Hen Ge》, 《Teng Wang Ge Xu》, 《Zui Weng Ting Ji》...

  Damn it! What a great writer, this is totally a plagiarist!

  Still want face, Miss Zheng Da Wen Hao?!!

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  Hehe~

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