The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 78: Wenchang is lucky but corrupted

Xue Mansion.

Even in the cold winter, there were still many people waiting at the corner gate of the Xue Mansion, waiting for the waste paper that was dumped out every day. Some of them, dressed as servants, held visiting cards, wanting to deliver them to the Xue Mansion on behalf of their masters.

A servant brought out some papers, and the people waiting rushed over to grab them. People passing by were used to it. After all, among these waste papers, there might be Master Xue's idle calligraphy practice notes, or his comments on certain articles. If you are lucky, there will be half a draft of a poem or a painting. As long as you get it, you can learn a thing or two from it and benefit a lot.

Therefore, at the end of the Chen hour every day, as long as the servant went out to throw waste paper into the bamboo basket at the corner gate, that would be Master Xue's manuscripts. Even if it was smudged with ink, everyone would be happy to take it. What if they picked up a bargain?
Well, there is something to say. Most wealthy families would dispose of their discarded manuscripts or calligraphy copies in their mansions, or burn them, to prevent them from being lost outside and causing any trouble. But the Xue family is not like that. They just throw them away casually. Aren’t they afraid of getting themselves into trouble?

This is because Master Xue believes that if a scrap of manuscript can inspire one person, it is a good deed. After all, everyone's comprehension is different. Some people may suddenly become enlightened and have an epiphany because of a word or a phrase. It would be best if they can put what they have learned into practice.

Of course, if the other party has bad intentions and dares to use it, Master Xue will know about it and he will dare to confront, be angry, become an enemy of, and destroy the other party.

Is there anyone who is really that stupid? Yes, someone once stole half of a poem, slightly changed it, and turned it into his own masterpiece, which became a big hit at a poetry conference. When Master Xue found out, he severely criticized him for plagiarism, and later that person disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, if you want to plagiarize those useless manuscripts, it is best not to let Master Xue know. Otherwise, you will have no dignity at all in the literary circle.

Of course, the Xue family is not really stupid. What they throw out are harmless garbage. The important drafts that can really cause trouble will be turned into ashes directly in the fire basin.

If someone really uses these scraps to cause trouble, Master Xue will firmly deny it. How can he say that a mere blob of ink is his? Where is the evidence?
As for handwriting, isn't there a word called imitation in the world? His four-year-old grandson can imitate his handwriting. It is obvious that the child is just writing for fun. How can we take it seriously?
If you don’t believe it, I’ll write one on the spot and you can see whether you believe it or not.

In a word, Master Xue is a man of great learning, profound scholarship and extensive knowledge, but he is a scoundrel. What can you do to him?
That scholar's mouth can curse for three days and three nights without repeating itself!
Xue Shiyong was devastated at this time. He didn't understand why he suddenly became so unlucky after living for half of his life and becoming a grandfather. Not only was he unlucky, but even his family members were either sick or injured, and everything went wrong.

I thought the whole family fell ill because of the cold weather, but he almost choked when he drank water, so it couldn't just be because of the cold weather, right?

Not only did he choke, but he also lost his balance due to the violent coughing and fell forward, hitting the corner of the table directly.

"Hiss." Xue Shiyong gasped in pain, glanced at the servant who was applying medicine on his forehead, and said, "Be gentle."

The servant boy quickly responded, his movements becoming even lighter.

"Master, Lord Zhao has arrived." The steward of the Xue Mansion came in to report.

Xue Shiyong's body stiffened slightly, his brows furrowed, and he said irritably: "Please invite the person over."

Zhao Kun was his classmate and close friend, but he did not like the twists and turns of officialdom. After serving in the Hanlin Academy for a few months and gathering enough books from the palace, his old father passed away, so he immediately went into mourning. Later, he did not resume his job, but went to a college to become a teacher and the principal of Lu Ning Academy.

His good friend, on the other hand, liked to work hard in the officialdom. Although they sometimes had different political views, they had a very good relationship. This time when the old man of the Zhao family passed away, he went to pay his respects and inadvertently mentioned his family's misfortunes, but he didn't say much. As a result, Zhao Kun came up to him and advised him to take a look at the feng shui of his home.

Hey, Confucius does not speak of supernatural things. Xue Shiyong was annoyed by this kind of nonsense, so he got furious at that time. If this were to get out, wouldn't people say that he, the president of a prestigious academy, was involved in supernatural things?
But Zhao Kun said that it was better to believe it than not to believe it. No family would be unlucky for no reason. What's wrong with asking the master to take a look? If there is no problem, everyone will be happy. If there is a problem, it should be solved as soon as possible.

Xue Shiyong almost used a broom to drive him out and break off relations with him. How was this different from a curse? But his wife believed it and had a big fight with him. After all, her most precious grandson had been ill for almost a month and was almost as thin as a stick. If anything happened, she would fight him to the death!

Under pressure from the female power, Xue Shiyong could only curse the tigress for being vicious while giving in. He thought it was okay to just take a look; it wouldn't cost him a piece of meat.

Now that Zhao Kun really came to his house, his head began to throb with pain.

I always feel like nothing good is going on.

Zhao Kun soon appeared in his sight, but who was that girl behind him? Was there such a weak girl in the Zhao family?
"Hey, Lao Xue, did you hit your head?" Zhao Kun was a little surprised when he saw a bloodstain on his forehead, which was as red and swollen as an egg.

Which pot does not open which pot.

Xue Shiyong snorted and said, "I accidentally bumped into her. Who is this girl?"

"Come, come, let me introduce you. This is the Ninth Young Lady from the Kaiping Marquis's Mansion. You can just call her Ninth Lady."

Xue Shiyong frowned. If it was from Kaiping Marquis Mansion, then they were from the Lang family?

Although he and the Lang family had some dealings before, they were not familiar with each other either. After all, the nobles and the scholars were elegant and noble. You look down on my wealth and I look down on your elegance, so the two of us are somewhat incompatible.

Now, Zhao Kun specially introduced him to the Lang family, and it was a young, yellow-haired girl?
Xue Shiyong nodded reservedly and looked at his old friend. What does this mean?

Zhao Kun quickly said: "This is also the little master I was talking about."

Xue Shiyong's mouth twitched: "What, what did you say?"

Could it be that he is old and can't hear clearly? What little master? Zhao Qining, you bastard, don't you bring a child to tease me!

"Jiu Niang has learned a little bit about the Five Elements and Feng Shui, right?" Zhao Kun looked at Lang Jiuchuan, his resolute face full of trust.

"Wenchang aura, such a strong aura of literati, is he the Wenquxing who has descended to earth?" Jiang Che squatted on Xue Shiyong's head and breathed in hard. Wenchang was lucky, it could get it, and on the path of the divine beast, it had more foundation.

As he inhaled, he retreated with a howl, spat a few times, and said, "It stinks, did he fall into the cesspool? Why is the air in Wenchang so foul, ugh..."

Lang Jiuchuan looked at Xue Shiyong and said, "Wenchang has luck. Not only is Master Xue's Wenchang luck receding, it has also been tainted by filth."

Xue Shiyong's face suddenly darkened. What kind of words are these? Why does she want to be a charlatan instead of a good young lady from a marquis's mansion?
(End of this chapter)