After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade her

Chapter 52 Tao Yuanming

The last time Wang Yinchuan saw Ruan Qingzhu, it was after Xue Wen became the new prime minister, he invited Ruan Qingzhu to come out and become an official again. Although Ruan Qingzhu was very old at that time, he was still as tall as a pine, and he had the elegant demeanor of a scholar.

While Wang Yinchuan was drinking tea, he looked down casually.

Sure enough, after a while, Ruan Qingzhu slowly walked in from the door. He was dressed in a long robe, and his every move was elegant. His face was like jade. Although he had grown a beard, he didn't look as old as others. On the contrary, he looked more mature.

He is like a person who stepped out of a book.

It was no different from what Wang Yinchuan saw at that time.

Many years later, although his face has aged a bit, his temperament has not changed and he behaves like a gentleman.

Time has not left many traces on his face, but his talent and knowledge have been accumulated into the finished product of drinking white tea. Gao Shan Jingxing's character has become even more virtuous and respected.

As soon as Ruan Qingzhu entered the door, the waiter greeted him warmly and asked, "Master Ruan is here, or is it the same as before?"

In the originally packed lobby, under the leadership of the waiter, a screen was pulled away, revealing an elegant small world behind it. Although it was also in the lobby, it was an elegant corner, with Duobao Pavilion and the screen well surrounded by bustling people.

The local crowds are separated from the noisy lobby, and the incense curls up.

Ruan Qingzhu lifted up his robe and sat down. The waiter skillfully put down a pot of tea, "Master Ruan, I haven't been here for a long time. I still remember your preferences. No, the new ones in the store were shipped from Jiangnan a few days ago."

The best Longjing tea in the mountains. I know you like to drink it, so I specially reserved it for you."

The waiter cooked the tea very diligently and poured it into a small and exquisite celadon teacup with his own hands. The green-yellow tea complemented the teacup. There were several green bamboos painted on the teacup, which complemented the tea. The tea fragrant and lingering.

Before you taste it, you will be intoxicated by the color of tea, as if you are trapped in the quiet bamboo forest after the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and your whole body will be clear.

Ruan Qingzhu picked up the teacup, his nose twitched, and he smiled.

"The tea has a clear fragrance but not bitterness, refreshing the mind and the spleen. It is a good tea."

After hearing the compliment, the waiter's original nervousness suddenly turned into laughter, "It's fine, Master, if you like it. I know your preferences over the years, don't I have to remember you? If it weren't for Master's charity, how could I have had it?"

Opportunity here.”

Wang Yinchuan took a sip of tea and looked at the inconspicuous corner downstairs.

It is well known in Chang'an that Ruan Qingzhu likes to drink tea at Qinglian Restaurant.

Although he has read the books of sages and has been an official for many years, he has no airs about being an official. Instead, he often writes complaints for the people, often does good deeds, is honest and clean, and is a rare and good official in Chang'an City who is loved by the people.

Therefore, what the waiter said just now is not really unusual.

After all, this great virtuous man would do good deeds wherever he went, and his meritorious deeds would make him ascend immediately.

It's just that this honest character has both good and bad qualities.

Wang Yinchuan arranged his hair and clothes, and then went downstairs.

Ruan Qingzhu drank tea, but it was not just tea. He loved Li Bai so much that he often recited a few lines of Li Taibai's poems.

It's the same today.

Ruan Qingzhu dipped his chopsticks in water, wrote dragons and snakes on the table, and muttered, "You see deer when the trees are deep, and you don't hear the bell at noon in the stream."

Wang Yinchuan walked around the screen and said directly, "The wild bamboos split the mist, and the flying springs hang on the green peaks."

Ruan Qingzhu raised his eyebrows and said, "No one knows where he went."

"Sadness relies on two or three pine trees."

Wang Yinchuan sat down, bowed and said, "Master Ruan, I have admired him for a long time, and today I got to see him. It turns out that the rumors are true."

She is dressed in a smart outfit, with her hair tied up in a bun, which was originally a popular attire among teenagers in Chang'an. She has raised eyebrows and sharp edges, but she is not masculine enough, adding a bit of softness, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female. Ordinary people will find it difficult to see her.

The only difference is that he is really like a beautiful young man.

"It's fate that we met." Ruan Qingzhu put down his chopsticks, took out a teacup, and poured her a cup of tea as well, "Please."

It's just that this teacup is different. Ruan Qingzhu's cup has a tall and powerful green bamboo painted on the wall, while the one given to Wang Yinchuan actually has a clearer white orchid painted on it.

Although they are all four gentlemen, orchids have always been used to describe women, such as "Huizhilanxin".

Wang Yinchuan picked it up, took a sip, pretended to be stupid and nodded, "Master Ruan has good taste."

After Ruan Qingzhu poured the tea, he lowered his head and began to write and draw on the table with chopsticks.

It's as if there is no such person as Wang Yinchuan.

The table is not paper. After scratching the chopsticks on it, the writing quickly disappears, like snowflakes falling on his hands. He writes and disappears at the same time.

Wang Yinchuan held his head and suddenly said, "If you understand the past, you can't admonish it, but if you know what's coming, you can pursue it."

Ruan Qingzhu's pen tip paused slightly, and the water droplets on the chopsticks fell down and fell on the table, like smeared ink, which quickly smudged the previous words.

"Everyone knows that Master Ruan loves Li Tai, but no one knows that you also like Tao Yuanming, right?"

Ruan Qingzhu put down his chopsticks and then raised his head to look at her.

Wang Yinchuan's eyes are as bright as stars. Her eyes are very beautiful, especially when she smiles, they are like a breathtaking whirlpool, but few people look at her.

Ruan Qingzhu said, "Miss, come here to see me. What do you want?"

Wang Yinchuan leaned on his arms and said angrily, "I thought my disguise was very successful. How could you tell me that I am a girl so easily?"

It was as if he didn't hear Ruan Qingzhu's words or see his probing eyes.

Wang Yinchuan thought to himself, "Let me think about it, why does Master like Tao Yuanming? From my superficial understanding, he constructed the fascinating beauty of "Peach Blossom Spring" in troubled times, indifferent and tranquil, and has been swinging between seclusion and life.

Maybe, after becoming 'Peng Zeling', my heart was painful, I saw the treacherous darkness of officialdom, and finally lived in seclusion. Does the Master like his integrity of 'not bending down for five buckets of rice', or does he yearn for the secluded life of 'Peach Blossom Land'?"

Ruan Qingzhu said, "What do you think, Miss?"

He put the question back to her.

Wang Yinchuan suddenly laughed, "Master Ruan has the answer in his heart."

"Although Li Taibai enjoyed great fame, he was depressed throughout his life. Although his poetic style was different from Tao Yuanming's, they had one thing in common, that is, they were both unaccustomed to the darkness of officialdom."

Ruan Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, "Not bad."

Wang Yinchuan said, "Although Master likes them, your official position is higher than them and you have been an official longer than them. According to what I know, although Master had a hard life at that time and studied late, he was extremely talented and was once young.

Lightness has become the second choice.”

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