Vol 1 Chapter 13 (1/2)
Chapter 13: Who’s this salt peddler, Old Xin?
The birds in the garden were chirping incessantly early in the an to prepare breakfast Now that the Count of Southernland’s daughter, Fan Ruo-Ruo, has already returned to the Capital, leaving behind a little master, there was not much left to be done (The word 半主 directly translates to “half- would be that he’s an illegitio there ~MCM)
Having co-er, went to wake Fan Xian up She was utterly shocked by what she saw Thinking the boy had fallen severely ill, she rushed to call for the physician When the doctor arrived and checked the pulse, he told her that there were no serious proble he ate recently; his body was slightly heaty (The Chinese used to describe foods as heaty and cooling Heck, we still say shi+t like that now ~MCM) After prescribing so his payment, the doctor left
Ever since Fei Jie arrived at the Count’s Manor, the fan of ancient prose style, Xixi-sensei (His teacher before Fei Jie ~MCM), had quietly resigned fro breeze flowed into the study; Fei Jie stared at the boy with the heavy eye-bags and guffawed “They say that the young’s disposition is like asun – they are unable to comprehend the sorrow of life What is it this tiht? Even the doctor was called!”
Fan Xian was deliberating for the entire night whether he should continue to cultivate the inner energy within hifu practice as an entertainment, now that he knew it may cost him his life, it was important to be cautious
The result of having too little sleep was an utter lack of attentiveness Having heard his teacher’s sentence about the sorrow of life, he began toof sorrow; they live their lives in blissful ignorance Though they live in bliss, they carve odes of grievance rievance, they know not how to express it anyh they live in sufferance, they could only speak of joy and beauty” (Yea, it kinda becaibberish when translated, so I decided to paraphrase its
The actual translation frooes:
In searching the feeling of sadness in my youth,
I liked to climb paGodas
Climbed up the paGodas,
For the sake of writing new verse, I talked much about melancholy
Yet now that I've known in full melancholy's taste,
I hesitate to mention it
Hesitate to mention it,
Rather I blabber, the weather's cold, a fine autumn ~MCM)
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The roo while Fan Xian pried his sleepy eyes open and unsuccessfully stifled a yawn “I didn’t get ry”
Fei Jie stared slack-jawed at hi out absentmindedly to stroke his beard, he accidentally stabbed himself on the chin with the quill he still had on his hand, breaking him from his trance “Th-those words… Wh-rote them?” He stuttered (He thinks they’re deep, too deep for a 5 year old ~MCM)
“The poor Old Xin”
Fan XianIt was only until that rave /wiki/Xin_Qiji ~MCM)
Looking straight into Fei Jie’s strange stare, Fan Xian began to lose his fluency “O-Old Xin was the peddler f-fro Xi ~MCM) ho came to collect the sea salt last month,” he stammered
“Oh! That was actually pretty ritten To think aof such quality What was his naain?”
“X-Xin… Qi Ji” Fan Xian looked away slowly
Fei Jie’s surprise eventually faded and he began the lessons Apart froy, he also needed to teach a variety of other topics, which was rather taxing
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