PDLP Chapter 48: Diary? A Dark History!
Chapter 48: Diary? A Dark History!
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Wei Shuqing sat upright in front of a low table, carefully unfolding a smooth, slender bamboo slip in front of him.
After pondering for a long time, he finally picked up his pen and wrote something on it.
November 2nd, according to the Zhuanxu calendar.
Starting today, Shuqing will begin writing a diary.
What should I write down?
I've got it! I'll write that after the Grand Master returned to the courtyard, he suddenly burst into laughter. Feng Jun secretly told Shu Qing that the Grand Master was having another episode of hysteria.
Feng Jun did not tell Shuqing what hysteria was.
Feng Jun secretly comforted Shu Qing, saying that the intervals between the Grand Master's hysteria attacks were getting longer and longer, and that he might recover soon, so Shu Qing didn't need to worry.
I really hope that Master Dafang will get better soon.
November 5th, according to the Zhuanxu calendar.
Feng Jun told Shu Qing that the Grand Master had decided to stay here for a while longer.
Apart from that, nothing else happened today.
Oh, right.
I saw Zheng Jun secretly eating pastries in the afternoon, but Shu Qing didn't tell anyone.
November 7th, according to the Zhuanxu calendar.
Today, a group of merchants from the Central Plains came to our residence.
They look completely different from us; their eyes are even blue, which is amazing.
According to Feng Jun, these people are Sai people, from a very, very far place.
Is it a very far place? I really want to go and see it.
Then in the evening, the Hu women in the manor performed a dance, but the evening meal was so delicious that Uncle Qing didn't pay much attention to how well they danced.
By the time Shuqing realized what was happening, apart from Prince Fusu, all the Hu women were already sitting in everyone's laps.
The Grand Master was acting strangely; his expression was odd, and his face was a little red, though that was probably because he'd had too much to drink.
Oh, right!
Faced with the Hu woman throwing herself into his arms, the Grand Master repeatedly refused, but in the end he still placed his hand on the Hu woman's chest.
If that's possible, then observe her fate for her.
Shuqing also tried placing his hand on his chest to observe, but he could only hear his heartbeat and there was no reaction.
The Grand Master is truly remarkable. I wonder if Uncle Qing will be able to learn this from him in the future.
November 17th in the Zhuanxu calendar.
Today, the great Taoist priest finally didn't fall off his horse.
This is truly cause for celebration!
November 29th in the Zhuanxu calendar.
I don't know why, but Meng Jun seems a bit impatient lately.
When I was learning to read from him, I was even flogged twice.
It hurts!
Uncle Qing will remember this grudge for now.
December 6th, according to the Zhuanxu calendar.
Today, no one is very happy.
Shuqing went to ask them, but they all just shook their heads and refused to tell him.
In the end, it was Prince Fusu who was kind. He told Shuqing that everyone was unhappy because of a woman named Meng Jiang.
After bringing her husband back to her hometown, Meng Jiang threw herself into the river.
Shuqing asked Prince Fusu what drowning meant, and the prince just smiled and patted Shuqing's head, saying that it meant going to a very, very far place.
A very far place?
Is it farther than those places where people come from?
......
December 23rd in the Zhuanxu calendar.
Nothing to do today!
By the way, didn't the Grand Master just tell Uncle Qing that he would be checking the diary tomorrow?
I wonder if the Grand Master will praise Shuqing!
I can't wait!
Inside the courtyard, Zou Yun held a bamboo slip and spread it out in front of him.
Feng Zhixue, Zheng Ze, and Meng Xuande stood like three silent statues, flanking the young Wei Shuqing.
The room was unusually quiet, with only the occasional soft crackling sound from the charcoal brazier.
Feng Zhixue's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.
Zheng Ze frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the bamboo slips, as if trying to see through the words.
Meng Xuande remained expressionless, though his tightly pursed lips revealed a hint of stiffness.
In short, everyone's facial expressions were not very pleasant.
Only Wei Shuqing, surrounded in the middle, was completely oblivious to the solemn atmosphere. He still had his little face raised, waiting for the Grand Master to praise him.
Zou Yun's fingertips slowly glided across the bamboo slips.
His expression shifted from initial calm to a hint of surprise, then to a barely perceptible twitch of his brow, and finally, his lips twitched uncontrollably.
"Uncle Qing..."
After a long silence, Zou Yun finally spoke.
"Yes, Great Master!"
Wei Shuqing nodded and immediately responded in a crisp voice, his eyes almost overflowing with anticipation.
Zou Yun's lips twitched uncontrollably again, as he tried his best to suppress something.
He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the fascinating records on the bamboo slips, finally settling on Shuqing Wuxie's face.
Then, with difficulty, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"Your diary entries are good; you don't need to write them anymore."
"what?"
The light on Wei Shuqing's face quickly faded, and his mouth opened slightly, clearly somewhat taken aback.
"Okay... alright..."
His voice lowered, and he spoke somewhat reluctantly.
Wei Shuqing actually quite liked the feeling of writing down what he saw every day.
However, since the Grand Master has said so...
The young boy had no choice but to make a decision in his heart: he would continue his secret recordings in the future, only doing so in secret.
"Shuqing, you should go out first."
Zou Yun's voice regained its composure as he spoke to Wei Shuqing in a deep voice.
"Alright, then I'll take my leave now."
Although Wei Shuqing was disappointed, he still stood up properly, bowed to the people in the room, and left.
The atmosphere in the room eased slightly after he walked away.
"Crack!"
A few sparks flew from the charcoal fire, reflecting the varied and interesting expressions on the faces of the group.
After a brief silence, Feng Zhixue was the first to break down.
He cleared his throat, deliberately drawing out his words, and said to Zheng Ze with a mocking expression.
"I never expected that Mr. Zheng, who looks so serious, would secretly eat pastries in private."
Zheng Ze, whose name was called out, stiffened, his lips twitched a few times, but he didn't say anything in rebuttal.
Just as Feng Zhixue was secretly pleased to see Zheng Ze humiliated and was preparing to press his advantage with another sarcastic remark,
Zou Yun, who was in the main seat, slowly raised his head, a half-smile curving his lips, and said lightly.
"I never expected that Mr. Feng would speak ill of me like this in private."
His voice wasn't loud, but it sent chills down Feng Zhixue's spine instantly.
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhixue's expression stiffened, and he gave an awkward laugh, but he didn't stubbornly try to explain himself.
"I never expected the Grand Master to be this kind of person," Feng Zhixue thought to himself.
However, even if Feng Zhixue had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare say such a rebellious remark to someone's face.
It seemed the atmosphere in the room was about to fall silent again.
Zou Yun looked around and suddenly spoke up, "Is everyone ready?!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions on everyone's faces instantly turned strange again.
"Great Master..."
Feng Zhixue's eyes flickered violently, and he asked with a conflicted expression, "Is this really how it has to be?"
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Meng Xuande beside him, trying to see if there was anything unusual on his face.
But all that met his eyes was a calm expression.
Zou Yun's expression appeared unfathomable in the flickering embers.
He did not answer Feng Zhixue's question directly, but spoke in a deep voice with an unquestionable tone.
"This is what the Taiyi Star Chart shows. My mind is made up. You may all go and prepare."
Feng Zhixue and Zheng Ze exchanged a glance. Seeing that Meng Xuande did not speak up to stop them, they could only bow in response.
"only!"
The two left as instructed, leaving only Meng Xuande and Zou Yun in the room.
Meng Xuande has remained silent since the beginning of this.
Unlike Feng Zhixue, he did not question the matter urgently, nor did he show any agreement or disagreement; he simply waited quietly for an explanation.
Zou Yun met Meng Xuande's gaze and said meaningfully.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will report this matter to Your Majesty yourself."
After speaking, without waiting for Meng Xuande's response, he gently waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.
After a moment of silence, Meng Xuande finally bowed and said.
"only!"