Fortunate Young Gentleman

When Tang Yaoyao walked into Zhong Yi's study, she stopped walking just after she stepped into the door.

She looked at the messy study, the books scattered everywhere, and finally looked at Zhong Yi behind the desk, and asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"

If she hadn't seen Zhong Yi in the study, she would have thought she had gone to the wrong place.

Zhong Yi was famous for her love of neatness. Her things were always arranged neatly. How could she make her study so messy?

"How could it be..." Zhong Yi put down the poetry book in her hand, with an unbelievable look on her face, and murmured: "Could it be that he really wrote it?"

Tang Yaoyao picked up a book at her feet, put it on the table, frowned and said: "What are you mumbling about?"

"Mount Dong is high, and its beauty reaches the blue sky. There is an empty house in the middle of the rocks, lonely and mysterious... I will live in this house, and I can live my whole life..." Zhong Yi looked up at Tang Yaoyao and suddenly asked: "Yaoyao, have you heard of this poem?"

Tang Yaoyao looked at her and stretched out her palm to cover her forehead.

"It's not hot..." She murmured, looked at Zhong Yi, and asked, "How could I know a poem that even you, the great talent, have never heard of? Do you think I'm someone who would know?"

Zhong Yi shook her head. She just asked casually and didn't expect her to give any answer.

What she was sure of was that this poem was not written by Xie Daoyun.

Although Xie Daoyun was famous in ancient and modern times and was praised as the most talented woman in the history, all her poems and essays in her life had been lost. Few of her poems were handed down, and only a few words about her could be found in the classics describing the time.

Since Xie Daoyun had never written "Song of Mount Tai", who wrote the poem he chanted last night?

Zhong Yi initially thought that he had a head injury and his memory was biased, so he attributed someone else's poem to Xie Daoyun.

But she searched through the study today, and she didn't know how many books she had read, but she couldn't find the source of the "Song of Mount Tai".

This poem "Song of Mount Tai" is majestic, extraordinary, and extremely masculine. In terms of wording and sentence structure, it also has the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties. It should not be so unknown...

The poem she heard last night was not written by Xie Daoyun, and it has never been circulated. This is Zhong Yi's confidence as a talented woman and the consensus of the literary world.

Poems cannot be without a master. The only possibility is that this poem was written by him before...

"Hey..." Tang Yaoyao stretched out her palm, shook it in front of her eyes, and asked, "What's wrong with you today? You are absent-minded..."

"No, nothing..." Zhong Yi shook his head and said.

Although he likes reading, he has never shown any talent. Her evaluation of him has just changed from a nerd to a normal person, but last night's conversation has changed her impression of him again.

He is definitely not a nerd. He has talent, but he is very introverted. What he has shown these days is not just a good poem.

She is really curious, what kind of person was he before?

Of course, this matter cannot be told to Yaoyao. If she knew that his talent was far beyond their imagination, she would feel even more guilty.

"You hesitated just now..." Tang Yaoyao looked at her with a suspicious face and said, "Tell me, what happened? If you don't tell me, I'm going to do it..."

Her hand was on Zhong Yi's waist. Zhong Yi blushed and hurriedly grabbed her hand, saying in a panic, "Let go..."

Tang Yaoyao scratched her itch and said, "Tell me quickly, I'll let you go..."

"You'd better not listen..."

"No..."

The laughter and playfulness in the study gradually subsided. At the door, Tang Ning stretched his waist and walked out of the Zhong Mansion.

"Hello, son-in-law."

"Hello, son-in-law!"

"Son-in-law is going out again!"

...

Several yamen runners came towards him, greeted him, and then walked back to the yamen.

After yesterday's incident, the attitude of these yamen runners towards him changed a lot. In the past, they would greet him when they saw him, but they could not hide the inexplicable smile on their faces.

This time, Tang Ning did not go out alone. A young man in the uniform of a constable followed him.

After yesterday's incident, Zhong Mingli was worried that the fake immortal and his accomplices had not surfaced yet, so he specially sent a yamen runner to protect him closely, as a bodyguard.

Tang Ning only knew that the constable was named Peng Chen, who was highly valued by his father-in-law. Although he was a little uncomfortable with someone following him, he did not refuse when he thought of yesterday's incident.

Fortunately, this constable Peng was not a talkative person. He followed him a few steps behind him and was silent all the way. Tang Ning asked him a few questions, and he just said "yes" symbolically.

This was exactly what Tang Ning wanted.

The two strolled along the street. In Zhong Yi's study in Zhong Mansion, Tang Yaoyao was holding a piece of paper in her hand, with a somewhat confused expression.

She looked at Zhong Yi and asked tentatively, "You can't even write a poem like this?"

Zhong Yi shook her head.

It's not just that she can't write it. If she wasn't very familiar with Xie Daoyun, just from the level of this poem, she wouldn't doubt it even if he said yesterday that this poem was really written by the most talented woman in the history.

Tang Yaoyao fell back on the chair for a long time before she raised her head and looked at Zhong Yi and asked, "What do you think, can I let him hit me too?"

…

In a room somewhere in the Zhong Mansion, Chen Yuxian stood behind Zhong Mingli and gently massaged his shoulders.

Zhong Mingli closed his eyes and said: "The murder case and the case in Guojiacun some time ago are over. There will be no major events in a short time. I can finally spend time with my wife at home."

Chen Yuxian poured him a cup of tea and said, "It sounds like the credit belongs to you. You have to thank Ning'er for these two things. If it weren't for him, would you still have the heart to sit here now?"

Zhong Mingli opened his eyes, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Before this, although he was not disgusted with the unexpected uncle in his family, he could not say that he liked him either.

Now I really like it.

The case of Yuan Zhao's murder was being watched by Governor Dong from behind. Once something went wrong, someone would take advantage of it.

The matter in Guojiacun is even more serious. If it is not dealt with in time and the situation escalates, he will definitely not be able to keep his official title...

All the credit for the successful resolution of these two matters goes to the "nerdy" uncle at home.

From him, Zhong Mingli even saw something worth learning.

He stood up from the chair and said: "There is still a small case. After I handle it, I will come back to accompany my wife."

Chen Yuxian nodded and said, "Come back soon."

Zhong Mingli walked out of the house and went straight to the county jail.

After a while.

A young man in gray knelt in front of Zhong Mingli and said anxiously: "Sir, the villain did not steal anything. The villain was wrongly accused!"

Zhong Mingli asked: "You said you went home to sleep after your shift that night?"

The young man nodded and said: "Exactly."

Zhong Mingli asked again: "It was just after the fifteenth day. The moon must be very bright at night, right?"

The young man nodded and said, "The moon was very bright that night."

Zhong Mingli's face showed a confident look. Few people would notice the moon in the sky. Next, he only had to conclude that there was no moon that night. How could this person not reveal his fox's tail when he was so panicked?

Just like Tang Ning was in court that day.

"You're talking nonsense!" Thinking of this, he changed his face and said loudly: "It was cloudy that night, and there was obviously no moon. Let's be honest, where were you that night!"

The young man looked at him and said firmly: "Sir, I remember clearly that the moon was very bright that night, and I didn't even light a lantern..."

"What nonsense!"

"Sir, there was really a moon that night. Because the moonlight was very bright, I didn't put up a lantern when I went home..."

"Do you really remember it clearly?"

"It's clear as day!"

"..."

Zhong Mingli looked at him, and the young man met his eyes with an extremely sincere expression.

Zhong Mingli stood up, waved his hand impatiently: "Let's try it another day!"