In fact, after He Yunxiao’s being trained through compulsory education, the ink in his belly, not to say that he could overturn the Qi literary world, but could also start a literary heyday of his own.
The reason why he made Chu Xiaoxiao wait so long was not because he deliberately wanted to help Chu Xiaoxiao pretend. but because he had so many great poems in his head that he was having trouble choosing.
For example: “The blossoming of flowers moves the capital”, “Falling into dust”, “Dark fragrance floats the moon”… These are just a few of the most famous poems in China, and they could scare the hell out of everyone here.
However, these verses were too appalling, and coming from an innocent girl like Chu Xiaoxiao, who had no background, and was in her golden years, they were not very believable.
He Yunxiao searched his guts and finally found a word suitable for Chu Xiaoxiao at the last moment!
In the midst of the gazes of everyone at the Spring Wind Mansion, the stunningly beautiful young girl Chu Xiaoxiao’s mouth opened to speak out a song that could be sung for a thousand years in any time and space, in any world, ‘A Cut of Plum’.
“The fragrance of red roots and the fragrance of jade-woven woven grass in the autumn, lightly undoing my robe, alone on the orchid boat. Who sends a brocade letter in the clouds? When the geese return, the moon fills the western tower.
The flowers are drifting and the water is flowing by themselves. There is no way to dispel this feeling, but it is only when the brows are lowered that the heart goes up.”
When this poem was released, the whole hall fell silent.
Chu Xiaoxiao’s words echoed in everyone’s ears, hearts, and minds as if they were a magical sound winding around their ears.
Some people with literary skills, such as Yang Zhe, Liu Feiyun and Yang Qi, were murmuring to themselves, trying their best to understand the meaning of the words.
Those who felt the same way, such as some women, even the red-branded girl opposite He Yunxiao, had tears flowing out of the corners of their eyes.
For those who are not strong in literature, such as Tie Weiqi, even if they could not taste anything, they could still feel the feelings conveyed by the words in a literal way.
A woman who is lovesick is standing in a boat on the lake, gazing into the distance.
It is hard not to be moved by such an image, and it is hard not to be broken-hearted.
As He Yunxiao watched the enchanted faces of the people present, he was a little puzzled.
Whoops? Was it too powerful? Can’t be, right?
When I was in secondary school, I felt emotion when I saw this poem, but it was fine. It wasn’t so bad that everyone frowned and didn’t say anything, right?
After a few moments, He Yunxiao realized that his feelings were not strong because he was born in a modern era with cars, high-speed trains, airplanes, and the internet, and he did not understand what “lovesickness” was.
The people of Qi were in the same era as Li Qingzhao, the original author of the poem. Without fast transportation and convenient internet, everything was slow and far away, only long thoughts and deep love.
Then, He Yunxiao suddenly realized that he was narrow-minded.
Who says modern people don’t have lovesickness?
Aren’t there still modern people who have unrequited love?
I think back then, I was also a man who had unrequited love for several young girls at the same time.
Just as He Yunxiao was rambling on, he suddenly realized that there was someone, who was also as spontaneous as himself, not caught up in the emotional reverberations of the poetic mood.
This person was none other than Li Jin!
Li Jin looked around at everyone with downcast faces in confusion, somewhat unsure of what to do.
When he saw He Yunxiao, who also had nothing to do, he asked He Yunxiao with his mouth, “What’s wrong with them all?”
He Yunxiao said, “The poem is a tad too strong at the end, they are a bit dizzy from the poem, just take a break!”
Hearing this, Li Jin was happy in his heart.
“Hey! I’ve recovered so quickly, does it mean that I’m more talented than them? No, I have to hurry up and write down this poem. Next time I see my cousin aunt, tell her about my talent of not being able to faint poems, so that she can be happy too.”
Equally senseless was the person in question, Chu Xiaoxiao.
She took the initiative to transmit her voice to He Yunxiao for the first time.
“What kind of poem is this?”
He Yunxiao said, “It’s about a women’s lovesickness.”
“You wrote it?”
He Yunxiao said, “I didn’t write it, I borrowed it.”
“Who did you ask to borrow it?”
He Yunxiao said, “Li Qingzhao.”
“You like her?”
He Yunxiao explained with a bitter smile, “How can I put it, she is a talented woman, and I like her a little, but most of all, she doesn’t like me. Besides, it’s impossible for me and her.”
Chu Xiaoxiao glanced coldly at He Yunxiao.
“Waste.”
He Yunxiao..
After a little while, everyone came back from their sentimental feelings, and unlike the last time when Yang Zhe made a poem, this time, there was no one even appreciating the words.
In fact, it was not that there were none, but that they dared not.
Anyone could tell that the poem was of great literary attainment.
At this level, to comment on it indiscriminately would only result in ridicule for future generations.
The phrase “There is no way to eliminate this love, it is only when the brows are lowered that the heart is raised” is a catchy vernacular phrase that hits the heart. but it is also an expression of the pain of longing, which I am afraid has no parallel in the past or in the future.
“Sister Du, may I ask if my little words count?” A sweet and soft voice echoed.
Everyone suddenly woke up to the fact that the author of this poem was actually a wonderful young girl?
They thought that only Chu Fan was a genius, but to their surprise, one of them was invincible in martial arts and the other in literature, they were simply a pair of demons.
Du Yinyun had been well educated in poetry since she was young, and in terms of poetic skill alone, she was even above Yang Zhe.
But when faced with this song “A Cut Plum”, she did not dare to be thoughtless in the slightest.
She hurriedly replied, “Wait a moment, sister.” Then she discussed it with Jiang Wuyou and the others.
The result of the discussion lived up to all expectations, giving Chu Xiaoxiao an “excellent” rating.
In this round of the poetry competition, although most of them passed the test, it was clear who was better or worse.
Finally, after Chu Xiaoxiao’s impressive performance, the pressure was on He Yunxiao’s side.
He Yunxiao also stood up from his position when the questions were being answered.
He looked at the few people present from a high position.
Seeing a variety of aspects of people’ behavior in life.
The worried eyes of Du and Sister Jiang needed no explanation.
This side from the contestants was even more exciting.
Yang Zhe, in the first place, looked at him with a rather mocking gaze, as if to say: He Yunxiao, with Chu Xiaoxiao and I as pearls in front of you, weigh up your own level and give up as early as possible, so as not to make a fool of yourself.
In the second place, Liu Feiyun’s gaze was smiling, as if he was looking forward to seeing what kind of ivory would come out of the mouth of He Yunxiao, a dude who usually has nothing to do with studying.
In fourth place, Tie Weiqi, his gaze was bright and dark, hard to distinguish. But He Yunxiao surprisingly saw in it, a little hidden expectation. Could it be that he thought I could turn the tables?
Fifth place Shen Kuan, this kid’s gaze was a bit torn. Could it be that he regretted standing up for Chu Fan?
Sixth place Li Jin, this Li Jin is so strange, huh? Why is he so happy for no reason at all?
Finally, there was Chu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting next to himself in ninth place.
This was the first time that He Yunxiao had ever looked at Chu Xiaoxiao properly in such a well-lit environment.
Even though Chu Xiaoxiao had tormented him many times, he had to admit that Chu Xiaoxiao was really beautiful.
At only sixteen years old, Chu Xiaoxiao’s figure was not as voluptuous as Sister Jiang’s, and her temperament was not as cool as Du’s. But her features just fit together very well. A little movement, a little change, would spoil that sense of harmony that is so natural.
When she smiles, her eyebrows are arched, as if she is a lively and lovely little elf. And when expressionless, it had the aura of a demon lady ruling the world.
He Yunxiao stared at Chu Xiaoxiao’s right hand. The teeth marks on her right hand were an unspoken secret between the two of them.
Noticing He Yunxiao’s gaze, Chu Xiaoxiao shrank her right hand into her sleeve and then glared at He Yunxiao.
He Yunxiao found it amusing that the glare was from “Xiaoxiao” and not “Chuchu”.
So, instead of being threatening, it was cute.
The maid with the embroidered handkerchief stood in front of He Yunxiao and reminded him, ” Young Master He, the time is almost up, do you want to give up?”
He Yunxiao took a deep breath and said, “No.”
Countless gazes were now directed at He Yunxiao, who slowly opened his mouth and spelled out four words.
“Flowers bloom like fire ……”
Du Yinyun and Jiang Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief on the spot. No matter what, with such a word that seemed like an idiom, they would be able to slightly favor He Yunxiao and count this as a pass.
But to the surprise of everyone present, He Yunxiao didn’t finish his speech!
The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and He Yunxiao didn’t feel that there was the slightest possibility of him losing.
Do you think that Laozi is alone? Behind Laozi is a river that has been flowing for five thousand years, and every drop of its water is the essence of the wisdom of ten thousand people!
What can you compare to Laozi?
Then, He Yunxiao spoke the four words that immediately followed.
“Flowers Blossom Like Fire, and also like loneliness.”
In fact, after He Yunxiao’s being trained through compulsory education, the ink in his belly, not to say that he could overturn the Qi literary world, but could also start a literary heyday of his own.
The reason why he made Chu Xiaoxiao wait so long was not because he deliberately wanted to help Chu Xiaoxiao pretend. but because he had so many great poems in his head that he was having trouble choosing.
For example: “The blossoming of flowers moves the capital”, “Falling into dust”, “Dark fragrance floats the moon”… These are just a few of the most famous poems in China, and they could scare the hell out of everyone here.
However, these verses were too appalling, and coming from an innocent girl like Chu Xiaoxiao, who had no background, and was in her golden years, they were not very believable.
He Yunxiao searched his guts and finally found a word suitable for Chu Xiaoxiao at the last moment!
In the midst of the gazes of everyone at the Spring Wind Mansion, the stunningly beautiful young girl Chu Xiaoxiao’s mouth opened to speak out a song that could be sung for a thousand years in any time and space, in any world, ‘A Cut of Plum’.
“The fragrance of red roots and the fragrance of jade-woven woven grass in the autumn, lightly undoing my robe, alone on the orchid boat. Who sends a brocade letter in the clouds? When the geese return, the moon fills the western tower.
The flowers are drifting and the water is flowing by themselves. There is no way to dispel this feeling, but it is only when the brows are lowered that the heart goes up.”
When this poem was released, the whole hall fell silent.
Chu Xiaoxiao’s words echoed in everyone’s ears, hearts, and minds as if they were a magical sound winding around their ears.
Some people with literary skills, such as Yang Zhe, Liu Feiyun and Yang Qi, were murmuring to themselves, trying their best to understand the meaning of the words.
Those who felt the same way, such as some women, even the red-branded girl opposite He Yunxiao, had tears flowing out of the corners of their eyes.
For those who are not strong in literature, such as Tie Weiqi, even if they could not taste anything, they could still feel the feelings conveyed by the words in a literal way.
A woman who is lovesick is standing in a boat on the lake, gazing into the distance.
It is hard not to be moved by such an image, and it is hard not to be broken-hearted.
As He Yunxiao watched the enchanted faces of the people present, he was a little puzzled.
Whoops? Was it too powerful? Can’t be, right?
When I was in secondary school, I felt emotion when I saw this poem, but it was fine. It wasn’t so bad that everyone frowned and didn’t say anything, right?
After a few moments, He Yunxiao realized that his feelings were not strong because he was born in a modern era with cars, high-speed trains, airplanes, and the internet, and he did not understand what “lovesickness” was.
The people of Qi were in the same era as Li Qingzhao, the original author of the poem. Without fast transportation and convenient internet, everything was slow and far away, only long thoughts and deep love.
Then, He Yunxiao suddenly realized that he was narrow-minded.
Who says modern people don’t have lovesickness?
Aren’t there still modern people who have unrequited love?
I think back then, I was also a man who had unrequited love for several young girls at the same time.
Just as He Yunxiao was rambling on, he suddenly realized that there was someone, who was also as spontaneous as himself, not caught up in the emotional reverberations of the poetic mood.
This person was none other than Li Jin!
Li Jin looked around at everyone with downcast faces in confusion, somewhat unsure of what to do.
When he saw He Yunxiao, who also had nothing to do, he asked He Yunxiao with his mouth, “What’s wrong with them all?”
He Yunxiao said, “The poem is a tad too strong at the end, they are a bit dizzy from the poem, just take a break!”
Hearing this, Li Jin was happy in his heart.
“Hey! I’ve recovered so quickly, does it mean that I’m more talented than them? No, I have to hurry up and write down this poem. Next time I see my cousin aunt, tell her about my talent of not being able to faint poems, so that she can be happy too.”
Equally senseless was the person in question, Chu Xiaoxiao.
She took the initiative to transmit her voice to He Yunxiao for the first time.
“What kind of poem is this?”
He Yunxiao said, “It’s about a women’s lovesickness.”
“You wrote it?”
He Yunxiao said, “I didn’t write it, I borrowed it.”
“Who did you ask to borrow it?”
He Yunxiao said, “Li Qingzhao.”
“You like her?”
He Yunxiao explained with a bitter smile, “How can I put it, she is a talented woman, and I like her a little, but most of all, she doesn’t like me. Besides, it’s impossible for me and her.”
Chu Xiaoxiao glanced coldly at He Yunxiao.
“Waste.”
He Yunxiao..
After a little while, everyone came back from their sentimental feelings, and unlike the last time when Yang Zhe made a poem, this time, there was no one even appreciating the words.
In fact, it was not that there were none, but that they dared not.
Anyone could tell that the poem was of great literary attainment.
At this level, to comment on it indiscriminately would only result in ridicule for future generations.
The phrase “There is no way to eliminate this love, it is only when the brows are lowered that the heart is raised” is a catchy vernacular phrase that hits the heart. but it is also an expression of the pain of longing, which I am afraid has no parallel in the past or in the future.
“Sister Du, may I ask if my little words count?” A sweet and soft voice echoed.
Everyone suddenly woke up to the fact that the author of this poem was actually a wonderful young girl?
They thought that only Chu Fan was a genius, but to their surprise, one of them was invincible in martial arts and the other in literature, they were simply a pair of demons.
Du Yinyun had been well educated in poetry since she was young, and in terms of poetic skill alone, she was even above Yang Zhe.
But when faced with this song “A Cut Plum”, she did not dare to be thoughtless in the slightest.
She hurriedly replied, “Wait a moment, sister.” Then she discussed it with Jiang Wuyou and the others.
The result of the discussion lived up to all expectations, giving Chu Xiaoxiao an “excellent” rating.
In this round of the poetry competition, although most of them passed the test, it was clear who was better or worse.
Finally, after Chu Xiaoxiao’s impressive performance, the pressure was on He Yunxiao’s side.
He Yunxiao also stood up from his position when the questions were being answered.
He looked at the few people present from a high position.
Seeing a variety of aspects of people’ behavior in life.
The worried eyes of Du and Sister Jiang needed no explanation.
This side from the contestants was even more exciting.
Yang Zhe, in the first place, looked at him with a rather mocking gaze, as if to say: He Yunxiao, with Chu Xiaoxiao and I as pearls in front of you, weigh up your own level and give up as early as possible, so as not to make a fool of yourself.
In the second place, Liu Feiyun’s gaze was smiling, as if he was looking forward to seeing what kind of ivory would come out of the mouth of He Yunxiao, a dude who usually has nothing to do with studying.
In fourth place, Tie Weiqi, his gaze was bright and dark, hard to distinguish. But He Yunxiao surprisingly saw in it, a little hidden expectation. Could it be that he thought I could turn the tables?
Fifth place Shen Kuan, this kid’s gaze was a bit torn. Could it be that he regretted standing up for Chu Fan?
Sixth place Li Jin, this Li Jin is so strange, huh? Why is he so happy for no reason at all?
Finally, there was Chu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting next to himself in ninth place.
This was the first time that He Yunxiao had ever looked at Chu Xiaoxiao properly in such a well-lit environment.
Even though Chu Xiaoxiao had tormented him many times, he had to admit that Chu Xiaoxiao was really beautiful.
At only sixteen years old, Chu Xiaoxiao’s figure was not as voluptuous as Sister Jiang’s, and her temperament was not as cool as Du’s. But her features just fit together very well. A little movement, a little change, would spoil that sense of harmony that is so natural.
When she smiles, her eyebrows are arched, as if she is a lively and lovely little elf. And when expressionless, it had the aura of a demon lady ruling the world.
He Yunxiao stared at Chu Xiaoxiao’s right hand. The teeth marks on her right hand were an unspoken secret between the two of them.
Noticing He Yunxiao’s gaze, Chu Xiaoxiao shrank her right hand into her sleeve and then glared at He Yunxiao.
He Yunxiao found it amusing that the glare was from “Xiaoxiao” and not “Chuchu”.
So, instead of being threatening, it was cute.
The maid with the embroidered handkerchief stood in front of He Yunxiao and reminded him, ” Young Master He, the time is almost up, do you want to give up?”
He Yunxiao took a deep breath and said, “No.”
Countless gazes were now directed at He Yunxiao, who slowly opened his mouth and spelled out four words.
“Flowers bloom like fire ……”
Du Yinyun and Jiang Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief on the spot. No matter what, with such a word that seemed like an idiom, they would be able to slightly favor He Yunxiao and count this as a pass.
But to the surprise of everyone present, He Yunxiao didn’t finish his speech!
The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and He Yunxiao didn’t feel that there was the slightest possibility of him losing.
Do you think that Laozi is alone? Behind Laozi is a river that has been flowing for five thousand years, and every drop of its water is the essence of the wisdom of ten thousand people!
What can you compare to Laozi?
Then, He Yunxiao spoke the four words that immediately followed.
“Flowers Blossom Like Fire, and also like loneliness.”
