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"Another beauty is waiting for you."
Li Chang'an slipped into the front hall and saw a young girl in a pink dress sitting there.
Since defeating Faxiang and stepping into the limelight, many people have come to visit Li Chang'an.
But this person's arrival did indeed surprise Li Chang'an.
"Lord Jingning, I apologize for my intrusion in visiting you."
The girl was tall and slender with a graceful figure.
She was beautiful and elegant, like a lotus flower in summer.
"You are... Miss Wang?"
Wang Simu nodded, her pretty face flushed.
"My lord, my daughter's name is Wang Simu."
"Miss Simu, what brings you here?"
In Wang Simu's hand, there was a piece of paper that looked like a poem.
"Actually... I've always wanted to ask the Marquis to correct my poems."
"But, but I always feel like I don't have anything that's presentable."
"After racking my brains for the past six months, I have finally written a poem."
Li Chang'an nodded. It turned out that Miss Wang had been struggling to write a poem for the past six months.
In order to have experts appraise and evaluate it, I dared not just take out a poem casually.
After all, Wang Simu is a well-known talented woman.
A talented woman like her naturally has some idol image to maintain.
It seems that because of Li Chang'an's appearance, Wang Simu never actually met Xu Xinnian.
Or rather, Li Chang'an's brilliance overshadowed Xu Xinnian's brilliance.
Then, Wang Simu unfolded the paper in his hand.
"A light boat is moored by a small bridge, and the famous hometown garden is right in front of me."
The misty mountains and clouds are like a painting, and the flowing stream is green and misty.
The fragrance of orange blossoms nears the secluded house, while the sounds of fishermen's songs echo from the slingshot boats.
Ten years have passed since I returned to my parents' home, and I have rarely inquired about their well-being; yet the mountains and rivers remain unchanged.
After reading it, Li Chang'an nodded repeatedly, because the poem was indeed quite good.
It should be said that it is of the highest standard in the world today.
However, she was too concerned about her image, and probably revised it many times before daring to release it.
“Miss Simu, your poem… is better than that of the great scholars of Yunlu Academy.”
"Yeah!"
"Does Your Excellency find this poem satisfactory?"
Wang Simu stood up excitedly, her little face flushed with excitement.
Her captivating eyes shone brightly, her features delicate and elegant yet charming.
"There is no trace of piling up fancy words. The scenery described is delicate and exquisite, yet the thoughts are subtle and subtle, as if they want to say something but don't want to."
"It can be said that Miss Simu has perfectly captured the delicate thoughts of a woman."
After hearing the brief comments, Wang Simu jumped up excitedly on the spot.
“Excellent! It was worth it for me to travel all over the mountains and rivers around Beijing to write this poem.”
"If Your Excellency does not mind, I would like to present this poem to you."
"My lord... I have long admired your poetic talent!"
"I wonder... if I could ask the Marquis for a poem?"
Making friends through literature is a perfectly normal form of etiquette.
Wang Simu would compose a poem every six months and hoped that Li Chang'an would compose a poem in response.
Of course, we can also get together again after six months or a year.
"Okay, then I'll write one and we'll exchange them."
Wang Simu's gaze became intense, and his breathing became rapid with excitement.
"My lord... would you like to compose a poem on the spot?"
Once upon a time, Wang Simu read Li Chang'an's impromptu poem and felt so ashamed that he wanted to disappear.
However, she was very disappointed that she did not get to meet Li Chang'an in person to compose a poem.
The daughter of the Grand Secretary, a woman of great talent, had extremely high standards for herself.
Those who cannot write decent poems will not come to see Li Chang'an.
Li Chang'an said, "A light boat is moored by a small bridge... I'll compose a poem in response to your first line."
"The moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky; river maples and fishing lights accompany my sorrowful sleep."
After reciting the first line, Wang Simu was already mesmerized.
Her eyes seemed to shimmer with the faint light of fishing boats.
She seemed to hear the cawing of crows in the night.
This very first sentence contains both movement and stillness, sound and color, coldness and warmth.
She never imagined that a single line of poetry could convey so much.
It's as if a vivid picture is unfolding before my eyes, a picture that still has warmth.
Wang Simu was completely absorbed in it, savoring the moment without moving.
Li Chang'an couldn't help but sigh, "Poetry needs people with good taste to appreciate it."
If this were read to Chu Caiwei, she would definitely ask, "Did the fisherman catch any fish?"
If it were a woman named Biao Biao, she would definitely say, "Who's on the boat? It must be so much fun!"
"Outside Gusu City, the bell of Hanshan Temple reaches the passenger ship at midnight."
As Li Chang'an finished reciting the last line, Wang Simu seemed to hear the tolling of bells.
A majestic temple appeared in the distance.
After a long while, Wang Simu's eyes welled up with tears, and her expression turned sorrowful.
"Compared to Marquis Jingning, Simu simply cannot write poetry."
Li Chang'an said truthfully, "No, you are very talented."
"Among all the women I have seen, only Huaiqing can compare to your poetic talent."
Hearing Li Chang'an's affirmation, Wang Simu was clearly very excited.
"My lord, may I come to seek your guidance often in the future?"
Of course, you can, as long as your dad doesn't stop you.
Back then, Huaiqing also started by going to his door to ask for advice.
When you write poetry, it just becomes poetry as you write.
"of course can."
Wang Simu's pretty face was like a lotus bud in full bloom.
"Thank you, Marquis Jingning. I will visit often!"
a few days later.
On the official road leading to Chuzhou, a caravan of carriages entered the mountains and forests.
Riding at the very front was Chu Xianglong, whose neck was wrapped in a strip of cloth.
The leader of the secret agents, "Tian Shu," sat in the carriage, squeezed together with the "Princess."
Following behind were the Chuzhou troops who had come to the capital with Chu Xianglong.
The group had been living peacefully since leaving the capital.
We are now approaching the territory of Chuzhou.
The surroundings were completely silent, but the tranquility was suddenly broken by a strong wind.
A huge boulder rolled down the mountainside, enough to crush the entire convoy into a bloody pulp.
Suddenly, a spear shot out from the top of the carriage, shattering the entire carriage into pieces.
"ah!"
"Your Highness has amazing marksmanship!" Su Su exclaimed sweetly.