Gillian sat quietly on the chair, and the charcoal fire in the room crackled from time to time, and in addition, she was quiet.

This is different from the boudoir of an ordinary daughter. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and the paper screen is painted and ink. A pool of white lotus is lifelike, and there are framed poems hanging on the four walls. The font is beautiful, and the signature is two small characters: Wang Mansion, Wang Lianshan.

The windows are open, and there is a white world outside the window. At first glance, the eaves in the snow are lined up and layered. Every time she can feel something, and she bursts out her talent and write a sentence.

But for some reason today, she couldn't write a single word.

She didn't go to Tingyulou because her grandfather didn't go either. At noon, someone shouted and ran past the prime minister's mansion, saying that someone was writing a great poem in Tingyulou, but she didn't care at first.

In the afternoon, her personal maid changed her charcoal fire and said it again. This time she said it was a little more sincere. She said that an old man in a mess wrote a poem, and then she froze to death. She wrote it in Tingyu Tower and asked her where she heard it, and only said that Aunt Sun heard it when she went out to buy vegetables in the kitchen this morning.

She sent a traitor to ask Aunt Sun, but the aunt said that the old man was a general under King Xiao, and even his appearance, height, shortness, fatness and thinness were clearly stated. She also said that the old man was just about to freeze to death and was not dead. She asked her if she saw it with her own eyes, and she said that she had heard of it...

Logically speaking, this matter is just some rumors, but when it comes to Wangjiang Tower, Li Xingzhou is also thought of.

Thinking about what he has done over the years, his words and deeds, and his various strange things, I always feel something is wrong, and I can't help but want to know more in detail.

She even wanted to go to Tingyulou immediately, but she was embarrassed if her grandfather didn't go to. She ran over to a girl's house. What should I say if I really met him?

I was hesitant for a long time, but I still didn't go.

.........

I didn’t go, and it became even more uneasy. Looking at the world outside the window, my thoughts slowly rose, passing through the red bricks and blue tiles until I could reach the sky...

If it were the three words Li Xingzhou in the past, she would never dare to think about it, because whenever she thought of it, she would only have endless helplessness and bottomless despair. She would not even dare to think about it. If she really married him, she would not dare to do anything in the future, because she was afraid that she would not be able to help crying.

But now sometimes she would think about it, after a few days of contact with him by accident.

Sure enough, seeing is true, hearing is false. He is not like the rumor.

.........

That day, I heard Mr. Zhong Li talking through the screen in Wangjiang Tower, and I couldn't help but think of the past.

In fact, she and Mr. Zhong Li met by chance. They met once at the Suzhou Lantern Festival and even praised him.

Later, Mr. Zhong came to propose marriage, but she had no impression. But when she was old, she always wanted to get married, and her parents ordered her to matchmakers.

The Tsukari is the eldest son of General Tsukari's third son Tsukari, the younger brother of General Tsuka. He was a Jinshi at a young age and became a county magistrate. He was a rising star in the Tsuka family and was also a match with their Wang family.

At that time, my father asked her that she would eventually get married, and that it would be better to marry a well-educated and knowledgeable person. She agreed with this and her father was very happy, but she didn't expect that just a few days later, the emperor issued an imperial edict to betroth her to Li Xingzhou.

She almost broke down those days, and it would be better to marry anyone, but if she married Li Xingzhou... she would hide in the room and cry silently for a long time, and her life would be tormented.

But when I really saw Li Xingzhou and heard grandpa say those words, everything felt different.

The evildoers in Kyoto were forced to do so. The domineering personality was to save their lives, but even though life and death were at stake, the guy always smiled so heartlessly and was not serious about his words.

Even though he heard others humiliating his words in Wangjiang Tower that day, he was laughing and making fun of He Qian. When he talked casually, he seemed to have a big truth that she couldn't understand. He said he wanted to revive his restaurant, but he went to Wangjiang Tower every day and did a lot of strange things, such as changing yellow cloth to green cloth and using precious white porcelain dishes, which was clearly like playing. But when people who looked at him, listening to his words was not like a playful act, and they couldn't figure it out...

For some reason, the more she thought of these, the more she didn't understand what kind of person he was. The more she thought of these, the more she wanted to talk to him...

...........

Similarly, as long as it is transmitted more than three times, there will be huge differences, and different versions will be born in different populations, because any description is subjective and information will be mixed in. Each time this subjectiveness is spread, it will accumulate, and in the end people cannot recognize what it is.

Li Ye only told Qiu'er and Yue'er that story, and never told anyone else again.

Then Qiu'er was responsible for telling everyone in Tingyu Tower and the people in Tingyu Tower to the guests. Yue'er told the maids in the royal palace, and the maids would tell other servants, and the other servants would go out and tell the people outside that after so much turnover and distortion, the original story about King Xiao's "Lu You" would definitely be walking and spreading many different versions.

And those who finally heard the story would not know that the story was compiled by Li Ye, because even if thousands of people heard similar stories, there were always Qiu'er and Yue'er who knew the source, and they were absolutely trustworthy.

This kind of information network organization that expands layer by layer was a compulsory course when he was a gangster. Each layer was an insurance policy, and it was very difficult to trace the top layer from the bottom.

Once things become different, the truth will become blurred. At this time, the poem will be posted, which is a powerful evidence to prove that the matter exists. But no one can tell the truth at all, and there will be topics to attract people.

That poem is a point, and countless statements and arguments centered on it will be radiated and weaved into a net, so that they can retain the attracted people.

...........

The heavy snow in Kyoto had been stopped for three days, but the snow had not dissipated. As soon as Teudo walked out of the study, his servant immediately put on his coat and walked beside him with a basin of charcoal fire.

"Master, are you still going to Tingyu Tower today?" asked the old servant.

"I haven't spoken yet, how do you know that I want to go to the Tingyu Tower?" Degong asked with a smile.

"Hehe, master, don't you know? Tingyulou has been in a turmoil these two days. It is said that a veteran general Xiao Wang wrote a very amazing poem in Tingyulou a few days ago. Then he ended up angry. Many literati and talented people went to read it, and they all said it was a very good poem."

"Ah?" Duke De frowned: "I didn't go yesterday, but I was there at Tingyu Tower the day before yesterday. Why didn't I see anyone writing poems?"

"I don't know this old slave. I also heard the guards at home yesterday afternoon. When people say this to you all this morning, I remember it."

For some reason, Degong remembered Li Xingzhou's strange actions a few days ago and vaguely felt something had happened, but after thinking about it, he had no idea. Could it be...

"Is that boy doing what? I'll go and have a look, you go and prepare a car."

The old servant was about to step down, but he turned around and added: "Master, this morning, the lady came to ask me if you want to go to Tingyulou, and whether you want it..."

The deong stroked his beard and smiled: "Giao, call her too."

"It's the master, I'll make arrangements now." As he said that, the old servant turned around and left.
Chapter completed!