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"Oh, they went back to say, went back to say."
The three of them arrived at the garden behind the residence. Zhang Chenyu sensed that her father probably had something he didn't want her to know, as he kept giving her subtle hints. However, Zhang Chenyu refused to be deterred. Zhuiqi didn't notice this, which left Zhang Shoujing feeling somewhat helpless. After all, she was his daughter, and at her age, it was inappropriate to speak about her in front of an outsider like Gu Ping.
They found a pavilion, and as they walked east, Zhang Shoujing asked, "I wonder what the deeper meaning is behind Noble Nephew's poem? Old Man here can only see the surface after reading Half Moon; the true essence eludes my dull mind. I hope Noble Nephew can enlighten me."
"Oh, Uncle truly cannot see it?" Gu Ping retorted, fixing his gaze on Zhang Shoujing.
At that moment, Zhang Shoujing noticed that in Gu Ping's eyes, there was no hint of emotion—no joy, no sorrow. It was more like a calmness, an unruffled stillness, as if nothing could disturb him. How could someone remain so indifferent just because they had exchanged a few words? That was not Coco.
The atmosphere became tense. Zhang Shoujing found himself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say next. Even Zhang Chenyu noticed Gu Ping's demeanor for the first time; an inexplicable fear enveloped her entire being as if she had encountered some great danger.
It seemed Uncle truly couldn't see it. Gu Ping was unaware that Zhang Shoujing found him somewhat frightening and thought he might have something to hide. So he decided to probe further and took the initiative to speak.
"Ahem," this time it was Zhang Shoujing who coughed awkwardly. "My apologies, I beg your pardon, Noble Nephew."
"The focus of that poem is on..."
"I should keep my nonsense to myself," Zhang Chenyu interrupted Gu Ping loudly. "Father, I don't believe him! From noon tomorrow until now, those scholars in the tavern have been listening to his nonsense. They guessed Yi Dong's meaning but shook their heads at everything he said without giving a proper answer. Look at him! He must be playing with them on purpose."
"Enough!" Zhang Shoujing shouted over her voice. "What does a girl like you understand? I can't comprehend it; do you think they can't? What does the inscription on the stone mean? Only the head of Mok Ming Academy has the authority to interpret that! It shows that the head of Outer Court has seen it—Wang Shusheng and Wang Daxueshi have read it—and they have seen Minghong! Those commoners haven't seen Minghong; I should have read more books when I was young instead of following guards around playing with swords and causing embarrassment."
"The head of Outer Court is called Wang Shusheng? What an interesting name! Since he understands it, he should know what he wants to convey. I wonder if some people will catch on."
Little Girl was not well-versed in poetry and literature, so she hoped that Noble Nephew would not hold it against her.
Zhang Shoujing had been unusually reserved during his last performance, and it was hard for Gu Ping to discern his little thoughts. In front of him, Bu Fou had reprimanded Zhang Chenyu quite a bit, and Bu Fou had silenced him. It was clear that there was no intention to help outsiders; it was evident that he was not trying to win him over.
With his name etched in history, Zhang Shoujing was certainly qualified to enter Mok Ming Academy. Moreover, Bu Fou had aspirations of being a valued student. If something were to happen at Jingzhao Mansion, a student from the academy could always speak up. It was clear that Gu Ping had a bright future ahead, and he had placed his bets on her.
He and Chen Yu were not friends, but knowing her temperament, how could he blame her? Uncle Mo Qiu was just joking.
After hearing Gu Ping's words, Zhang Shoujing felt reassured and redirected the conversation back to poetry. Noble Nephew Bu Fou took the opportunity to discuss it with Old Man.
The focus was on the first line, Watchtower Wuyue, did Uncle know its significance?
After listening to Gu Ping, Zhang Shoujing didn’t ask further questions. Zhang Chenyu understood that compared to Red Sky, Gu Ping had given more hints. Perhaps she had deliberately informed her father, but it was unclear what that person meant.
The great Red Sky, with the Blazing Sun shining high above, but there was no moon. Did they think there was some deep meaning? It was just a little riddle.
Haha.
Zhang Chenyu’s words made Gu Ping burst into laughter. However, when Zhang Shoujing looked into Gu Ping's eyes, they remained as still as a pond. That laughter seemed to be directed at him; for a moment, he couldn’t understand what this young person truly meant—he couldn't comprehend or see through it.
Did Little Girl say something wrong?
It was just a tiny bit off.
Gu Ping gestured, only to discover that Yoyo had jumped out from his arms, seeking some fresh air. Spotting the goldfish swimming in the pond, Yi Dongzi leaped into the water and began to play with them.
I thought Yoyo could be much more ruthless than I could ever be.
Zhang Chenyu knew that Yoyo could change size, but Zhang Shoujing had never seen a fox that could change its size at will. He gazed in astonishment at Yoyo in the water, his mind lingering on what Gu Ping had just said, almost grasping it.
Yoyo, being perceptive, sensed his feelings. Uncle knew that there were people in this world who prided themselves on righteousness, seeking to act on behalf of heaven while engaging in actions that defied common sense.
Noble Nephew did not want to mention those Jianghu Heroes.
Gu Ping shook his head at Zhang Shoujing's words, realizing that Zhang Shoujing was unaware of whether Prince Xin or Radiant Daoist knew about that incident. He also wondered if Prince Yong was aware. One move concealed another; one action stirred up trouble. Was it truly Little Hidden Forest and Great Hidden Trouble? What were they plotting this time with Light Path Classic?
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