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Spring goes and autumn comes, and another summer has arrived.

Qin Zijun was fourteen years old that year.

The young master of the Qin family is exceptionally talented in literature, and his name has spread beyond Shoushan, becoming known to everyone in the prefecture.

In particular, the prefect was Qin Zijun's examiner back then, and he praised him highly, saying that he had great talent.

Rumor has it that the prefect is even preparing to marry his youngest daughter to the son of the Qin family.

In Shoushan County, Qin Zijun, the young master of the Qin family, is already a household name.

That year, Qin Zijun personally took the lead and found some old scholars from prominent families.

These old scholars were all a bunch of useless people who had spent their whole lives taking the imperial examinations but only ever achieved the lowest level of proficiency, or old guys who had once held a minor official position in the court but had retired to their hometowns in frustration.

However, they all came from prominent local families and were elders in their clans, holding very high positions.

Qin Zijun found them and gave them her explanation. These old scholars immediately agreed with Qin Zijun's idea.

These old scholars are getting on in years; they no longer dream of fame and fortune, but are thinking about leaving their mark in history.

Qin Zijun's plan to restore ancient rituals and worship the gods really touched their hearts.

If this festival truly becomes a custom in Shoushan County, their names will surely be recorded in the Shoushan County Annals.

Especially since Qin Zijun spearheaded this matter, if this young man goes down in history, they will also benefit from his good fortune.

As for whether they were worshipping the moon god, the mountain god, or the lake god, they didn't care at all; it was just a symbol.

The old folks got excited and went through all sorts of rare and ancient books, and actually designed a set of ancient sacrificial procedures for them.

The Moon Gazing Festival was set on the day of Lesser Heat.

The Qin family took the lead, donating money and goods, and some local prominent families followed suit, providing porridge and relief to the poor.

This act of kindness immediately stirred up emotions in Shoushan County, making the poor people look forward to the Moon Gazing Festival from the bottom of their hearts.

Led by those old folks, a sacrificial ceremony was held at Shoushan around noon, and people from all over the county came to join in the fun.

After the sacrificial ceremony was completed, an elderly man from the Yang family, who had once served as a fifth-rank official in the imperial court, grabbed Qin Zijun and said with a smile, "Young man of the Qin family, you were the one who proposed this ancient sacrificial ceremony, so you should at least leave some record of it."

"How about you compose a poem?"

The people around cheered loudly.

Seeing that he could not refuse, Qin Zijun cupped his hands and said, "Since Elder Yang has made the request, then this junior will not be so polite as to decline."

"Bring me paper and pen. Wangshu, you grind the ink!"

At Qin Zijun's command, servants brought over a desk and writing implements.

Wang Shu stood obediently to the side, grinding the ink for him.

During that year, the Moon Goddess mastered all the skills of serving people.

Qin Zijun picked up her pen and pondered quietly, while everyone around her held their breath.

With a flick of his wolf-hair brush, he scribbled across the rice paper:

"The moon's beauty beyond the clouds cannot be summoned; its clear light remains eternally scarce."

"Qin Sheng wields his brush to carry on the legacy of the village elders, the festival begins on a distant summer night in Shoushan."

The poem was met with thunderous applause.

The old scholars all applauded and cheered.

The first two lines describe the beauty of the moon goddess, whose name is unknown and who is only known by legend.

To describe her as eternally radiant and beautiful beyond the clouds is to depict this moon goddess as ethereal, mysterious, and noble.

The last two lines describe how Qin Zijun was invited by the village elders to compose poems and lyrics, and from then on, the Moon Gazing Festival would become a traditional festival of Shoushan, beginning on this distant summer night.

The village elders were overjoyed.

If young children learn these poems in the future, the private school teacher will ask, "Who are these village elders?"

Then you'd have to look up the "Shoushan County Annals," where the names of all those old folks present are definitely recorded.

Isn't this also a way of leaving one's mark in history?

If this young man from the Qin family achieves great things in the future, they will benefit even more.

After the sacrificial ceremony, Magistrate Qin personally distributed porridge, and other prominent families also sent some unwanted items.

The poor people were grateful for the good deeds and praised the kindness, expressing their thanks to the unknown moon goddess.

With the offerings and faith, Wang Shu felt that her strength had been restored somewhat.

But she didn't care about regaining her strength at this moment; her clear and beautiful eyes were only focused on the poem that Qin Zijun had mentioned.

"The moon's beauty beyond the clouds cannot be summoned; its clear light remains eternally scarce."

She murmured the first two lines of the poem titled "Moon Gazing Festival," her eyes sparkling with life, her gaze shimmering, and a gentle smile spreading across her face.

night,

Qin Zijun led Wang Shu along the most bustling street in Shoushan County.

At night, the place is brightly lit, with red buildings leaning against greenery.

Wang Shu dressed as a maid and wore a light veil over her face to conceal her stunning beauty and avoid trouble.

At the tender age of fourteen, Qin Zijun was already handsome and renowned, attracting many women who would secretly peek at him and giggle.

The girls at the brothel were even bolder. Leaning against the second-floor window sill, heavily made up, they waved a silk scarf at him: "Handsome young man, would you like to come up and take a look? I'm waiting for you here."

Seeing Qin Zijun standing at the entrance of Qin Lou, gazing with interest at the glamorous interior, Wang Shu stepped forward with a stern face, grabbed his wrist, and said defiantly:

"The master said that I should keep an eye on the young master and never let him enter this brothel."

The women from the brothel burst into laughter again, each complaining and grumbling, some even calling her a jealous woman.

Wang Shu pursed her lips.

They're all so ugly, yet they dare to seduce my young master?

Qin Zijun chuckled, ignored her, and left with Wang Shu in her arms.

Wang Shu peeked inside and saw women playing the zither and dancing. Qin Zijun had just been watching those songs and dances.

"Does the young master enjoy these songs and dances?"

"Young master, you can find someone to teach me. I can dance for you and play for you."

Qin Zijun stopped, turned his head to look at Wang Shu, who was half a head shorter than him, and said with a smile, "Little girl, you're getting bolder and bolder, daring to meddle in your young master's affairs now."

"When we get home tonight, I'll make you wash my feet as punishment!"

Wang Shu pouted.

When you don't punish me, don't you still make me wash your feet?

never mind,

Since you were deceived by the amazing wisdom of this month's god, and gave me a sacrifice to help me regain my strength.

Since you wrote a poem praising my beauty, God will willingly wash your feet today!

suddenly,

Wang Shu felt a heaviness on her head.

When I touched it, it turned out to be a hairpin.

She subconsciously took the hairpin off her hair again and saw that it was made of jade, like moonlight.

"I've never given you anything before, so I'll give you this hairpin."

Qin Zijun waved her hand dismissively.

He thought of the moonlight on the white rabbit's fur.

Sure enough, this girl really is the Moon Goddess.

Moonlight should be her garment.

Wang Shu said with disdain, "It's not pretty at all, and it's too heavy. It's uncomfortable to wear in my hair."

"Oh, then I'll throw it away."

As Qin Zijun spoke, she was about to throw the jade hairpin into the river.

Wang Shu quickly stopped her, saying, "No, this hairpin doesn't look cheap."

"Although it's not pretty and doesn't suit me, since it was a gift from you, I'll reluctantly wear it."

"Young master, please help me put it on."

She leaned her little head closer.

Qin Zijun chuckled softly and carefully inserted the jade hairpin into her smooth, cascading hair once more.

The little girl stood by the river, staring blankly at her reflection in the water, and suddenly realized that this kind of life wasn't so bad.