After the blue-clothed young girl closed the door, the crowd waiting outside the side door went quiet for a moment before a low murmur arose.
Zhao Rong muttered, "Blessings never come in pairs, misfortunes never come singly..."
His gaze was fixed on the strange couplet.
Zhao Rong's eyebrows slowly rose, not only because the content of the couplet was interesting and ominous, yet it was posted on the side door of the Academy, even though the side door was not as important as the main entrance.
It was also because the writing on the couplet was interesting, hmm, one could also say that the person who had inscribed the couplet was interesting.
The kaishu calligraphy on the couplet, characterful and elegant, bore the moist sheen of ink not yet dry, radiating a faint ethereal beauty. Each character was crisply and gracefully carved, like an orchid, standing aloof from the world, quiet and refined.
