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The book heard Gu Ping's insults and, feeling ashamed, bowed respectfully before turning away in anger.
The atmosphere in the bookstore fell into silence once again. Some people began to immerse themselves in the scene where Gu Ping had been, trying to decipher the meaning of Gu Ping's poem. Bu Luo seemed to be unaffected by it all.
The Watchtower stood tall; its roof was still intact, and the blue stone bricks remained in place, inscribed with the poetry of those who came before. Did Brother wish to leave a name in history like his predecessors?
Gu Ping shook his head again, refusing to speak. Those people had never seen Prince Xin and had not experienced the events surrounding the Light Path Classic, so how could they possibly guess what Gu Ping meant? They were merely making wild guesses.
"Your Highness, news has just come from Ming Shufang Tavern." A guard stood outside Prince Xin's door, reporting on the recent happenings at the Tavern.
He said that Gu Nian had personally stated that to understand the meaning of last month's poem, one must comprehend the second line.
"Oh?"
Upon hearing the guard's words, Prince Xin, who had been writing down that poem, set his brush down and began mumbling about the three words "Watchtower." He couldn't quite grasp what Minghong meant at that moment.
"Watchtower, Watchtower..."
Prince Yong was currently in Prince Xin's room. Last month, when Prince Xin and Zhang Chenyu had brought a book and gotten into some disputes over it, the initial insults from that poet had already spread throughout Ying City. His good brother had known about this incident even before they did. Now, Prince Yong was also pondering what those simple three words could possibly mean.
Who was this person called Gu Nianren? It was as if he had appeared out of thin air; there was no trace of his past to be found. When creating identity tablets, they mentioned he was from Qi State. But could it be that Zhang Chenyu was involved? How much of it was true and how much was false? What did Jingzhao Mansion mean by bringing such a person into play?
In the depths of the Lu State's grand palace, the frequently troubled Emperor Tianfen had received the poem he composed last month. He couldn't deny that it was derived from the legs of ordinary people, rather than from the leg of the Outer Court's head at Mok Ming Academy, which left the Lu Kingdom Emperor pondering deeply.
However, news from outside the palace contradicted all his speculations, making it even more difficult for him to grasp the situation. The Outer Court's involvement only added to his confusion.
The Watchtower loomed, its presence felt like a nagging toothache. Emperor Tianfen took a deep breath, feeling as if he were suffering from a headache once again.
"What's wrong, Emperor Dong? Are you in pain again?" asked one of the concubines attending him, Consort Hen, who was favored by Tianfen.
Consort Hen wanted to take a look at the poem. Yesterday, she had seen how Prince Yong and Prince Xin were mercilessly criticized. "Bu Luo's words are good," she remarked, as Tianfen repeated them. It was indeed Dean Wang from the Outer Court who had sent it to him; she wanted to see it too.
"Oh, Dean Wang delivered it? I must keep this quiet," Consort Jin said as she leaned closer to Tianfen, eyeing the Bamboo Slip he held.
While Lu State had paper, they preferred using Bamboo Slips for recording things. They believed it was a form of respect that demonstrated the importance of what was being noted. Thus, this tradition was occasionally seen among the common folk and had been preserved intact within the depths of the palace.
"Is that what it means?" Consort Jin pointed to a particular line that spoke of moral neglect.
The phrase about moral neglect referred to those students participating in the College Entrance Examination who sought fame and fortune for their families but paid no heed to their own struggles. "I can see that," Tianfen said, "but I can't quite grasp the second line."
"The second line?" Consort Jin pondered over it silently. As she read through it again, she suddenly shivered and forced herself to calm down with a deep breath. "Emperor Dong, could you really be fooled by such simple words? Just three characters—what could they possibly convey? It seems like Bu Luo is merely playing with language."
Wang Shu was infatuated with poetry; if he found something worthy in those lines, there must be some deeper meaning hidden within them that warranted further study.
Hmph, no one is paying attention to me anymore. Just a few broken phrases, and not even the consort is asking for anything.
Alright, let me first accompany Consort Jin. Once Consort Hen gets tired, I will come back to see you, is that alright?
That sounds reasonable.
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