Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 161 - 160: Encountering a Famous Child

Upon hearing the familiar voice from deep within the Plum Garden, Lin Wanwan didn’t need to see the person to know their identity. She couldn’t help it; the person’s distinctive voice was too recognizable.

"Pleasure to et you, dear cousin. You’re at the Ge Xian Temple today as well." Lin Wanwan let go of the squirming Qingyu and took her hand, leading her towards the source of the voice.

Qingyu’s little feet seed glued to the ground, stubbornly refusing to move forward. She had also recognized the identity of the speaker and had no desire to go over there!

Lin Wanwan sighed helplessly, crouched down to look at her, and said, "What’s wrong, Xiao Yu? Still throwing a tantrum? Don’t want to go inside?"

Qingyu pouted, lowered her head, and remained silent, resisting passively.

Footsteps approached them from behind. Lin Wanwan looked back and saw Xiao Chong, whose presence seed to capture all the light around him. Beside him was a young boy, about eight or nine years old, followed by servants like the ones carrying books and gas.

Qingyu curiously looked at the young boy who was a few years older than her, and he too looked curiously at the adorable little girl in front of him.

Xiao Chong invited Lin Wanwan with a bow, saying, "Since you’re here, cousin, why don’t you join for a cup of tea at the pavilion? Please."

Lin Wanwan stood up and returned a respectful bow, "Dear cousin, thank you. Please."

This ti, Qingyu didn’t throw a tantrum. She obediently followed Lin Wanwan forward, her interest piqued by the appearance of another young child.

At the end of the Plum Garden stood a pavilion. Its stone table bore a set of tea utensils, while a small red clay stove was positioned in front, with a silver pot with two handles brewing tea over it.

Behind the stone table stood a white-haired elder in a green robe, with kindly brows and eyes, exuding an aura of wisdom and elegance. Though aged, his posture was upright and without the frailty of old age, bearing a resemblance to Immortal Sun.

The group approached the pavilion, and the servants stood outside, as they sat on prepared mats inside, seated according to age and rank.

Xiao Chong smiled and said, "Elder Cao, the one who recently recited the splendid verse, ’Plum blossoms, though not as white as snow, far surpass the snow in fragrance,’ is indeed my cousin, Miss Lin Wanwan. Cousin, co and et Elder Cao."

Elder Cao is a renowned scholar from Yangzhou, proficient in various literary works, having compiled the Guiyuan Pearl Collection and annotated the Guangya, as well as composing the Ancient and Modern Characters and Diagrams. This year, he’s traveling with young disciples on a study tour, passing through Qiantang."

Wow! A historical figure!

Lin Wanwan knew about him. He was prominent across the change from the Sui Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty. In the Sui Dynasty, he served as a secretary, gaining reputation among the gentry. Later, Li Shimin appointed him as a Hongwen Academy Scholar, but he declined due to old age, eventually becoming a court official and focusing ticulously on the Zhaoming Wenxuan.

Lin Wanwan discreetly glanced at Xiao Chong, pondering why they knew each other—after all, the Zhaoming Crown Prince was indeed this person’s ancestor.

Then she turned her gaze to the young boy nearby, guessing his identity. For Elder Cao to take him on a study tour, he must be soone noteworthy. Which future luminary could he be in his youth?

Having completed a seamless tea-brewing process, Elder Cao looked at Lin Wanwan with a smile, saying, "The Three Character Classic is exemplary for its material, an excellent and simple book for enlightennt and education. I heard you wrote it, is it true? You’re upright in character, diligent in learning, and your poetry is excellent—no doubt a worthy daughter."

Lin Wanwan modestly replied, "Sha, sha, these are not my own works, but rely what I learned from my master."

Elder Cao further asked, "May I know the full na of your master?"

Lin Wanwan recited the old saying, "My master never left his real na, just called himself the Qingshan Hermit."

"Qingshan Hermit? To teach a student like you, your master must indeed be talented. Apart from the Three Character Classic, does your master have other works left behind?"

Lin Wanwan responded, "No special compilations or transcriptions were made intentionally. However, I’ve morized everything I learned, including subjects like mathematics, chemistry, physics, geography, agriculture, among others. There’s also a volu of dical writings left, which I had the fortune to see today and intend to present to Immortal Sun."

Elder Cao, moved, said, "There’s even a dical book? You would rather disclose it than keep it within your family as a treasure?"

Lin Wanwan calmly replied, "I only adhere to my master’s teachings, preventing good books from collecting dust. dicine recorded in the book can treat illnesses worldwide, and such knowledge should naturally be entrusted to an immortal like Immortal Sun, to be utilized to its fullest potential."

"Excellent! The na of Qingshan Hermit should be renowned!" Elder Cao, pleased, poured four cups of tea and invited her to taste, "Co, try the tea I brewed. This tea leaf is harvested from West Lake Lion Peak, cooked with mountain snow water—suitable for upright individuals."

Lin Wanwan picked up a tea dish and sipped gently, complinting politely.

After leisurely sipping a few mouthfuls, Xiao Chong picked up the previous topic, saying, "Cousin, you’ve only recited half of the poem earlier. What are the first two lines? I am quite eager and hope you’ll kindly enlighten ."

Lin Wanwan turned her head to glance at Xiao Chong sitting beside her and smiled, "I wouldn’t dare call it enlightennt; it’s my master’s composition, and I’m rely reciting."

The poem is titled "Snow Plum"

Plum and snow compete for spring, not willing to bow,

The poets lay down their pens, perplexed by the critique.

Plum blossoms, though not as white as snow,

Far surpass the snow in fragrance."

Xiao Chong quietly recited for a mont, praising, "Indeed a fine poem; I especially admire the last two lines. People ought to have self-awareness, adopting strengths to complent weaknesses is the principle. What do you think, Elder Cao?"

Elder Cao agreed, saying, "This poem uses the taphor of plum and snow competing for spring to enlighten the world that everyone has their strengths. It is truly a masterpiece, destined to be admired through generations. Zhaolin, please fetch my pen and ink. Such a wonderful poem, scenery, and mont ought to be recorded."

"Yes!" The young child kneeling quietly aside heard the words, solemnly bowed, rose, and withdrew.

Lin Wanwan, struck by the na "Zhaolin," flashed a thought through her mind, secretly pondering, "Zhaolin, could it be Lu Zhao Lin, one of the four great poets of early Tang?"

Thus she asked, "Is your disciple’s surna Lu?"

Elder Cao replied, "Indeed, this child is from the Lu clan of Fanyang."

Xiao Chong laughed and said, "Is Lu written on his face? How did you guess correctly, Wanwan?"

"I can calculate and predict!" Lin Wanwan smiled mysteriously.

When the young boy Lu Zhao Lin returned with servants carrying writing tools, the maids had already entered the pavilion and were tidying the tea utensils on the stone table. Lu Zhaolin ticulously arranged the writing tools before bowing and kneeling beside Qingyu.

Qingyu glanced at him, then discreetly handed him a few dissolving beans, whispering, "These are yogurt dissolving beans, they’re delicious."

Lu Zhao Lin looked at Qingyu, his face full of hesitation—clearly wanting them but restrained by propriety.

Lin Wanwan, noticing the small gestures between the two little ones, laughed softly and said, "You two must be bored staying here. Why not go play in the snow outside the forest?"

Qingyu imdiately replied, "Yes! Yes!"

While Lu Zhao Lin looked up at his teacher, Elder Cao waved his hand, smiling and said, "Go ahead, take your sister and be careful."

"Yes!" Lu Zhao Lin formally perford a salutation before retreating.