Chapter 27: Copying Books at Night with Red Sleeves

After an undercurrent, the harbor of Tanyuzhou swiftly returned to calm, and no one paid any attention to the relationship between the old vegetable-delivering Ha, who was burned to death, and the other corpse in his building. As for the cause of the fire, the authorities gave no account of it, and none of the ignorant people took any interest in it.

The security of Tanyuu Harbor had always been very good, and under the control of the tightly controlled Sumin Baojia system, there was no way for those criminals and adventurers roaming around the northern part of the Kingdom of Celebration to gain any profit here. In addition, because of the shift of the center of gravity of trade to the south, His Majesty the Emperor exempted the taxes of the seven neighboring counties near Tanyu, which did not immediately make the people rich, but at least ensured that there was some food left over for every family, and that there would never be the famine-induced riots that occurred thirty years ago.

Moreover, although Tanyu City was close to the sea, it was not tainted by the sea’s unpredictable and violent endowments, and the city’s inhabitants were all very gentle, so when they were confronted with the Count’s residence, the most honorable house in the city, they would always show appropriate respect and caution. Even though everyone knew in their hearts that Fan Xian was just an illegitimate child, they still called out to him, trying to suppress the slight disdain that might have been in their hearts all along.

This was where Fan Xian’s pain lay.

In this life, other than slightly showing his talent for being a playboy in front of that ill-fated Butler Zhou, he never had the chance to play that role again. Walking on the streets of Tanyu Port, some people were cordial to him, some were respectful, it was just that no one came to mess with him.

The true qi in his body was slowly building up, refining his meridians to be exceptionally solid, while the true qi that had mostly been lost to the snowy mountains in his backside was serene, not knowing what use it would be nestled there.

In this life, Fan Xian had always played the role of a steady, sensible teenager, it was just that after a long day like this, he always felt a bit stifled. And knowing that he was of a caliber that could kill an assassin, he was even more looking forward to something like performing a chivalrous act, fighting for justice, and saving a beautiful woman.

But Tanyuu Port was peaceful, Mrs. Ping.

The study was lit with burning incense that calmed the mind, and the light fragrance refreshed the mind and felt very comfortable. Fan Xian was holding a beautiful brush in his hand, writing carefully on a piece of rice paper cut to the size of about four palms. Nowadays, the literary field is divided into the present-day school of literature and the ancient school of literature, and there are two kinds of brushes: goose feather brushes and quill brushes. If you look at it from the perspective of convenience, goose feather brushes may be better, so the various government offices in Kyoto are generally using this kind of brush, including Fei Jie when he was teaching in Tanyu State, which is also the case.

However, the process of sharpening the nibs of goose feather brushes requires a really skilled teacher, and the nibs are easily deformed after a long time, so it is not easy to really popularize them.

Fan Xian preferred the quill pen a bit more, for one thing, because he felt that since square characters were still used in this world by coincidence, the characters written with the quill pen should, of course, be more beautiful. He decided that he wanted to practice his calligraphy well so that he wouldn’t be too embarrassed in the future.

On the other hand, he thought that the story he was “writing” must be copied slowly with a brush, along with very beautiful small capitals, in order to show that respect.

The personal maid SiSi held the ink block with two slender fingers, slowly and softly grinding it clockwise in the ink stone, her eyes fell to the paper in front of the young master, only to see that it was written on it:

“…… only to see the smart alone in the room to wash the tea bowl, Qin Zhong ran to then embrace the kiss. Intelligent anxious foot stomping said: what is this! I will scream if I do this again. Qin Zhong begged: good man, I have been anxious to death, you today and then do not comply, I will die here. Smart said: What do you want? Unless I get out of this prison pit and leave these people, then I will let you go. Qin Zhong said: this is also easy, just far water can not save the thirst ……”

Si Si glanced at the unpleasant content written on this, and couldn’t help but let her cheeks redden, spitting, “How is this intelligence so shameless?”

Fan Xian heard the maiden’s angry voice in his ear and curiously raised his head, asking with a smile, “Why did sister say that Intelligence is shameless?” He in the room or other people did not pay attention to the place, always call a few big maid ring sister, this habit from the beginning of the winter child has continued, the maid ring can not argue him, the old lady and do not care, so had to go by him, so many years to hear down the long used to it, and do not think it is different.

Si Si face red halo spread, like the morning clouds, very beautiful, ravishing explanation: “That nun …… talk and act too Mengwang frivolous …… just young master, what is a nun? And what is the Steamed Bun Nunnery?”

Fan Xian puffed and laughed, thinking that when he would write about Qin Zhong and Zhi Er’s metamorphosis, you would only think that it was really frivolous. But when he heard Si Si ask what a nun was, he remembered that there was no Buddhism in this world, so naturally there were no monks, and no female monks.

He scratched his head with his empty hand, not knowing how to explain, and after half a day he stifled a sentence, “Nuns are like ascetic monks, and bun nunneries are similar to places like temples.”

Si Si was startled to hear his explanation, “Young master wouldn’t dare to write nonsense, the temple of god is in the misty place of the sky, it has always been compassionate to the world and doesn’t do anything in the world, how could it be that kind of dirty place.”

Fan Xian didn’t explain to her and said with a smile, “I know, I’ll just be more careful when I write.”

After writing a few more sentences, he thought of something and asked Si Si to go out, lest the maid see the inappropriate content and report it to the old lady. When he was a child, he often told different stories to scare Dong’er, Dong’er still thought it was taught by that Mr. Xishi, and later really went to the old lady to complain, causing Fan Xian to be silent for several days.

Si Si carefully admonished a few sentences, put down the ink in her hand and pushed the door out, before leaving the door that a twist of style, really let Fan Xian heart slightly hot.

Fan Xian pen meditation, thought this copy of the Dream of the Red Chamber really want to plagiarize the former sages poetry to come to a lot of complexity, they began to pen a year ago, to date, only silent writing to fifteen, fortunately, now this brain is clear odd, the memory of the previous life is not the slightest difference, but more clear, thanks to this, in order to remember Cao Xueqin’s those beautiful beauty, but difficult to remember the judgement of the dream of the delirium.

Just the background of the characters in the book, and this world is always a little different, I do not know the future by others to see, will not understand, so some important place or need to slowly change to go. But Fan Xian is still very confident about the Dream of Red Mansions, a cow, leading to Beijing is still a cow – Dream of Red Mansions? It is still the Dream of Red Mansions in this world, and it is still a big cow.