A Hundred Years of Skill

Love Evening Pavilion remained open until eleven at night. Many tourists descending from Mount Lu lingered reluctantly, gathering around the pavilion instead of leaving.

From within Love Evening Pavilion, one could see Mount Lu Academy ahead. Its traditional architecture of blue tiles and white walls carried an even stronger classical charm at night, concealing the modern traces left by renovations and reconstruction.

Across the country, there were far too many attractions like Love Evening Pavilion. Without some knowledge of history and culture, visiting them would be utterly dull.

It was like how many novels nowadays incorporated internet memes. Readers who normally had no exposure to the vast world of social media would be completely lost, forced to ask other readers what the author was even writing about.

There were also authors with little actual learning who liked to use obscure characters in their novels, adding pronunciations—or deliberately giving the wrong pronunciations—to humiliate readers and pass themselves off as cultured people.

"Teacher, was the name Love Evening Pavilion changed by Yuan Mei, or was it given by Bi Yuan?" Yan Huaye asked curiously.

Liu Chang'an thought for a moment. "Yuan Mei came here to visit in the eleventh month of Qianlong's forty-ninth year. At the time, Luo Dian was the headmaster of Mount Lu Academy. Even if Luo Dian initially gave the pavilion such an ordinary name as Red Leaf Pavilion, it would have been perfectly normal for him to read Du Mu's Mountain Journey later and rename it Love Evening Pavilion. It had nothing to do with Yuan Mei or Bi Yuan."

"Oh, I heard that Yuan Mei had hinted that it should be called Love Evening Pavilion, but Luo Dian looked down on Yuan Mei, so he attributed the elegant act of naming it to his superior, Bi Yuan