In late spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the misty rain is like silk, and the bluestone road of Suzhou Fuxue is soaked and shiny. Lu Qingfeng put away the oil-paper umbrella. The inkstone he held in his fingertips was still stained with residual ink, and his gown was stained with mud, but he could not hide the clarity in his eyes. The moment he started writing the paper on the trial strategy of the Cai Mansion, a clear and clear sound suddenly sounded in his mind:
[Ding! The reading system is bound successfully!
[It is detected that the host has completed the writing of "People's Livelihood Policy", which contains real insights. Reward: +30 knowledge points, unlocks the skill "Photographic Memory" (elementary level), and comes with an electronic copy of the Song version of "Mr. Changli's Collection"]
He was greatly shocked. He had been studying hard for ten years from a poor family. He always had to spend many times the effort to memorize classics and history due to his mediocre memory. Now, with this sudden "reading system", it seemed that God was showing mercy. While he was stunned, a clear female voice came like a wind chime under the eaves: "This young master, has he just finished the government examination?"
Lu Qingfeng raised his eyes and saw a woman in a light green skirt standing under the willow tree. She had a hairpin on her hairpin and an umbrella painted with orchids. She was Shen Yuxuan, the only daughter of the prefect Shen. She often disguised herself as a visitor to the bookshop, and today she bumped into this poor scholar with a focused expression. Seeing his unique inkstone, and even catching a glimpse of the glint in his eyes, she became curious.
"Exactly." Lu Qingfeng bowed with his hands in hand, and there was unconcealable excitement in his gentle voice, "I wonder what you have to say, young lady?"
"Seeing that the young master seems to be a lover of ink," Shen Yuxuan smiled lightly, "I found a Song edition of "Mr. Changli's Collection" a few days ago. The annotations are very wonderful. If the young master is interested, why don't you go to the bookstore to have a look?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the prompt sounded in Lu Qingfeng's mind again: [Ding! Trigger opportunity
