On the third day in the morning, Fang Xin arrived at Chen Liang County. Here, there are many waterways, like a spider web. Seeing this, Fang Xin found a boatman's family. The boat was not big, it could only hold three to five people. He asked: "Boatman, going to Fei Li Garden, one person and one horse, how much money?"

  The boatman saw the blue shirt and was very respectful: "This young master, going to Feili Garden, will probably arrive at dusk, a total of one hundred coins."

  One hundred taels is expensive, but they still have to add a horse. Fang Xin thought for a moment and said: "Forget it, I'll just take your boat."

  The boat was boarded with wooden planks, and the horse was allowed to cross first. Then Fang Xin was invited on board, and it started shaking. The boat moved at a moderate speed, navigating through the small river.

  Fang Xin's gaze fell on both shores, where the sun shone brightly and white clouds were reflected in the water. The surface of the water sparkled, with a small forest to the left and open fields to the right, where farmhouses could be seen from time to time.

  After Fang Xin became a Xiucai, he was able to read some geographical knowledge and learned that Chenliang County is located in the southwest of the empire, where the Yangtze River irrigates the fertile plains, developing a large number of good fields, making it one of the famous grain-producing areas.

  Standing on the high point of the boat, you can see the fields in blocks, with farmers coming and going from time to time, forming a beautiful pattern, which makes one feel carefree and at ease, presenting a peaceful and prosperous scene.

  Occasionally saw some ducks and geese, the oxen near the river occasionally made low noises, Fang Xin also took out a book to quietly read, in order to increase his knowledge.

  By noon, the boatman brought up a fresh fish, cooked it and presented it with some coarse rice. Fang Xin also ate a little, and in the afternoon, continued to row the boat, still without speaking.

  They arrived at a river where the channel was narrow and the banks were lined with bamboo forests. The boatman said, "Sir, we've arrived. This is Feili Garden. You can go ashore now."

  Fang Xin casually took out 110 coins and handed them over, then led the horse ashore.

  This place, all bamboo forest, at this time the sunset hung on the treetops, the afterglow dyed a piece of red, when the golden sunlight passed through the bamboo forest. The occasional bird calls only brought a deeper sense of quietness. Fang Xin walked through the small path between the bamboos, feeling surrounded by a piece of emerald green beauty. The bamboo leaves trembled slightly in the wind, making a "rustling" sound.

  "This is indeed a good place, just out of the bamboo forest, I met a person. This man first picked up the bamboo stick, and when he saw Fang Xin wearing a green shirt and leading a horse, he became suspicious and came forward saying: "Sir, why did you come from here? This is Mr. He's field and bamboo forest, ordinary people are not allowed to enter."

  "I was just looking for Mr. He, this is Feili Garden, yes, that's right, you lead the way." Fang Xin said.

  This man was hesitant and suspicious. He led the way. Without much time, they arrived at a side door. Fang Xin reported his name and let this person go in to report.

  After a moment, the sound of footsteps came, and it was a middle-aged man wearing a green robe who emerged. Before he had even arrived, he laughed and said: "Early this morning, I heard the joyful chirping of birds on the branch, but didn't know what it meant. It turns out it's my nephew, the son of an old friend! Come in quickly, let me take a look."

  At a glance, he felt that this person had a heroic and elegant air amidst his boldness, with no hint of hypocrisy in his smile. He immediately felt a sense of affection for him and rushed forward to kneel down: "Junior nephew pays respects to uncle."

  "Hurry up and let me take a good look!" He Juren, however, hastily supported him and carefully examined him. The 15-year-old youth was handsome and elegant, with a calm demeanor and an ethereal air. This green shirt couldn't hide his extraordinary talent at all. Suddenly overjoyed, he said: "He really has the spirit of your father in his younger years."

  As they walked, he was pulled along, Fang Xin was very unaccustomed to this hand-holding gesture, but at this moment, it was an intimate move, and he could only follow, entering the gate, it was a garden, vast in scale, with a sense of being in a secluded paradise.

  A group of people arrived at a small hall, sat down around the sandalwood low table, and the servants naturally presented several kinds of fruit and pastry, and also served new tea, which was emerald green in color. Fang Xin took a sip, and with just one movement, he thought to himself that this tea art was truly not bad. During the heyday of this empire, the tea ceremony must have been prosperous as well. He wondered when he could follow the master to learn some, and even if he couldn't exchange it for points, he could still gain a bit more elegance in his demeanor.

  He Junren took a sip of tea, and saw that his expression was respectful but not humble. He sat there with an air that others couldn't imitate, which seemed to be both elegant and unrestrained, yet also calm and composed. Although he looked only slightly handsome as a young man, this quality had penetrated deep into his bones, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. I already liked him somewhat, but although he was a xiucai, I didn't know how good his inner qualities or learning were. Thinking to test him, I spoke with him about some literary matters and stories. It turned out that in all other respects he wasn't very knowledgeable, but when it came to citing the classics and using allusions, there were few people in the world who could surpass him. He answered my questions off the cuff, his words simple yet profound, responding fluently.

  Of course, through conversation, Fang Xin also came to know that this holder of the title of "Huirén", He Shu's uncle, whose name was Xiang, originally belonged to a family of scholars in the county. At 19 years old, he had passed the imperial examination for Xiùcai, and at 22 years old, he had passed the examination for Huirén. The following year, when he was 23 years old, he took part in the imperial examination for Jinshi but did not pass. He was originally a generous and open-minded person, so after returning to his hometown, he no longer participated in examinations. When the county magistrate intended to let him serve as an official, he declined.

  For over a decade, I have been reading and cultivating my character in this garden. Not only has our family business grown day by day, but my learning has also become more refined.

  After half an hour, He Xiang became more and more fond of her. Under the pretext of washing his hands (going to the toilet), he ordered a banquet to be held in the evening with the highest specifications, which was also held in the inner courtyard, and instructed his two daughters to attend.

  After returning, he talked about poetry and asked: "Xianzhong's literary talent, I already know, no wonder he was a Xiucai at the age of 15, even if he is now a Jinshi, it is also possible. However, have you ever written some poems in your daily life?"

  He thought for a moment, then said: "Nowadays it's not like the Han and Tang dynasties. The Taizu of our dynasty established his capital in Great Chu, valuing literature above all else. I, your humble nephew, didn't often recite poetry in my daily life, but after passing the imperial examination as a xiucai, I realized that poetry is indeed where the elegance of scholars lies, so I've composed some pieces."

  "Good, good, is there a masterpiece?"

  "It's nothing but a humble work, just something that came to me on the road, and I was inspired to write a poem and a song." Fang Xinqian said modestly.

  "Fetch me pen and ink!" He Xiang hastily instructed.

  As for the rest, these are all learnable and doable. Only poetry and lyrics can reveal one's talent and writing skills, so Fang Xin naturally plagiarized. Although I know that this world is not the Song Dynasty, nor is it the Tang Dynasty of that time, there are no longer the elegant characters of the Song Dynasty, and even in daily life, people who read books often exchange poetry and lyrics, but I haven't seen any outstanding works. However, considering the existence of crossers, I'm afraid of being caught, so I specially chose a not-too-popular poem to write.

  On the white rice paper, I ponder between grinding ink, the ink is ready, and with a stroke of the brush, it's as if the gods are at work. Between the heavy and solemn lines, one can see a carefree spirit, and amidst the unrestrained style, one can see the rules being followed, yet without any deliberate thought, the writing is done in one stroke.

  "On a cold day, the sun shines through the window, and the clear river is reflected in the railing. The light floats on the remaining clouds. The shore is lined with reeds, and yellow leaves surround the solitary flower. Sails from afar are faintly visible, and the residual clouds blend with the flowing water without end. At the scenic spot, the jade-like branches sway gently, and the wind blows the hat askew."

  A bumper year, a good season, the fragrance of jade in the fields and cottages, wine overflowing in fishing villages. Calculating the toil of life in the fleeting world, everything is lost to others. From now on, let's just get drunk and stop asking about the white snow and gauze. Still relying on the divine skillful hands, passing down exaggerated paintings.

  He Xiang saw the first volume, and was overjoyed. As he read on, he became even more astonished, slapping his knee in amazement, saying: "What a wonderful work! Truly my nephew's writing talent is such that not only will he pass the imperial examination to become a scholar-official, but also a high-ranking official!"

  At the moment, he was invited to a banquet and asked his wife and daughter to attend. However, Fang Xin secretly thought: "This author, although not as famous as the eight great masters of Tang and Song, is also a 24-year-old champion, who later became a prominent official in the imperial court, so he must have the talent of a scholar."

  This great Chu Empire, the atmosphere is only slightly more serious than the original Earth's Tang Dynasty, but it is also limited. At this time, the lady brought in two young ladies, and at a glance, they were two 15 or 16-year-old young ladies, both with bright eyes and white teeth, elegant and refined beyond ordinary people. After exchanging greetings, Fang Xing understood immediately.

  Sister He Yao has a charming bone, with a natural beauty. Since childhood, she has been influenced by her upbringing, but she is delicate and not coquettish, charming and not dissolute. Her younger sister He Rong has small dimples on both sides of her face, still innocent and naive, always smiling before speaking. Both sisters wear the same adornments, their jewelry and clothes making a tinkling sound as they approach.

  But anyway, they are all beauties, Fang Xin thought in his heart, originally on Earth, how come I never saw them before, but now in this square world, I really see a lot more.

  After the ceremony, they went to a banquet. The food and wine were exquisite, and the guests were as beautiful as jade. Looking further, he saw that outside the corridor, the grass was fragrant and the flowers were lush, the strange rocks and secluded streams were wonderful. He felt extremely pleased in his heart, and for a while, he didn't know where he was. He chatted and laughed with everyone, discussing literature, poetry, and the essence of songs.

  This ancient wine had a low alcohol content, so Fang Xin didn't think much of it and drank freely, getting slightly drunk.

  In terms of feminine charm, these two ladies were slightly inferior to the fox spirit family, but that was a different tribe. Although Fang Xin did not discriminate against other tribes and knew that in this world, interacting with them would require many more relationships, let alone seeking pleasure, these two ladies were different. So, under the influence of wine, he gazed at the two ladies for a moment, finding them more and more lovely as he looked.

  When the two young ladies were summoned, they knew that Fang Xin had been engaged since childhood, although it was vague and did not specify which one, nor had there ever been any written documents going back and forth. However, there was always this layer of relationship. Just now, when they came over, their hearts still held some expectation and fear. As soon as they arrived, at first glance, Fang Xin seemed extraordinary and uncommon, and their hearts were greatly calmed. After exchanging a few words with him, seeing his demeanor, they felt even more that he was warm and composed, elegant and refined, surpassing the imagination of a young lady from a deep boudoir. From time to time, they would steal glances at him, and now saw Fang Xin casting some flirtatious glances, both young ladies' faces flushing red, lowering their heads.