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peony Although showing the paper to everyone, the eyes are staring at Shi Jin, obviously the meaning is very clear.
The others are not bad, Young Master Zhao feels sour in his heart. He is a student of the academy, and he is more worthy of attention than that kid.
He has the intention to show, but Shi Jin's previous poem hit him, making him feel timid. So he looks at Shi Jin with his eyes, wanting to see how he writes first.
Shi Jin took a glance at the paper, the handwriting was bold and different from before, obviously written by someone else.
Aspiration.
Immediately, he thought of another poem by Li Qingzhao.
An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.
He turned his gaze away and looked out the window. Downstairs, the crowd was bustling and lively, with people of different appearances, but most of them shared one characteristic, which was contentment.
This is the prosperous Da Song, the most developed and wealthy country in the world today, with the strongest technology and weaponry, the most splendid civilization, yet it is also the most tragic dynasty. Who can know that this beautiful country will collapse in twenty years, and the prince who fled across the river not only withered physically, but also mentally. The dynasty, which struggled for a hundred years, eventually perished at Yaoshan. Shi Jin looked to the north, where a pack of wolves was sharpening their fangs, gazing at the fresh flesh and blood before them.
"Da Lang!"
Shi Jin heard the voice and turned around, only to see Wang De looking at him and gesturing towards him.
Shi Jin saw peony holding the paper, looking a bit impatiently at him.
Shi Jin smiled and said, "I remembered something and lost my focus."
As he dipped his brush in ink and was about to write, he suddenly paused and looked at peony, asking, "Look, I'm writing so hard, doesn't your master have any rewards like flowers or something for me?"
peony looked at him in astonishment, and the others were also stunned.
Shi Jin saw it and knew he might have said the wrong thing again, laughed it off, and wrote down this poem:
Born to be a hero in life, and in death a valiant ghost.
To this day, I think of Xiang Yu, and refuse to cross the Jiangdong River.
"Let me borrow this pen to leave an imprint in this time and space of the extraordinary woman's heart and mind!"
The people standing beside him were left speechless after seeing it.
The artistic conception of this poem is completely different from the previous one, as if one has fallen from a beautiful spring day into an icy cave, feeling the piercing cold to the bone, resolute and unyielding. This even made a few scholars feel a bit uneasy. However, the peony paid no attention to this. She picked up the paper gently, held it carefully, and then walked out.
Young Master Zhao felt depressed in his heart, it turned out it was just because of that kid.
Shi Jin at this moment felt a wave of disinterest, seeing Li Shishi holding a small cloth bag waiting at the door, without waiting for the reaction from the next door, he said to Wang De and Su Jian, "I'm done for today, I'll leave first, we'll meet again another day."
After speaking, he bowed, and then left with Li Shishi.
Shi Jin left, and Wang De said to Su Jian: "Younger brother is truly an extraordinary person."
Su Jian was also distracted by Shi Jin's performance today, and absentmindedly nodded in response.
In the next room, Li Qingzhao and a young girl were huddled together, watching a piece of paper.
Li Qingzhao With just one glance, her heart leaped, a flush of red spread across her face, and her eyes sparkled.
Shi Jin These lines of poetry seemed to speak to her heart, evoking a deep sense of resonance, causing her to repeatedly read them.
The young girl was not as engrossed as her, but she also felt a sense of heroic spirit and a chilling killing intent.
She pondered for a moment and said, "This poem is written with great integrity, and this Shi Da is also quite impressive."
Li Qingzhao calmed down her excitement a bit and sighed, "A man's heart is as firm as iron until death. We women, in the end, are inferior in breadth of mind and magnanimity."
The young girl chuckled, "Rare to hear you admit to being inferior, but your breadth of mind may not necessarily be inferior to his."
Li Qingzhao was taken aback, her pretty face blushing slightly as she scolded, "You're acting like a princess, daring to say anything."
The girl in question was Princess Fuqing, the daughter of the current emperor, Zhao Yuhuan, and she was Li Qingzhao's best friend. She giggled, "I'm just speaking the truth."
Indoors, the spring atmosphere was in full bloom, diluting the sense of hostility.
The two of them exchanged a few jokes, and Princess Fuqing pointed to the two pieces of paper on the table and asked, "How do you plan to handle this?"
Li Qingzhao looked at the two pieces of paper, her eyes filled with confusion. Just now, Zhao Yuhuan tested Shi Jin with a "yongzhi" and drew out a poem from Shi Jin, but Li Qingzhao was restless and did not pick up her pen. Although she didn't write, she felt that Shi Jin's poem was very fitting to her own feelings, and for a moment, she forgot about the previous poem.
At this moment, Zhao Yuhuan mentioned it again, and then Li Qingzhao came to her senses.
Li Qingzhao collected herself and whispered, "This matter is suspicious, do not spread it."
Although Zhao Yuhuan is lively, she also knows that this matter really cannot be spoken casually, otherwise Li Qingzhao will never be able to marry in the future. She then said with a twinkle in her eye, "I won't speak, but there has to be hush money." Li Qingzhao helplessly replied, "I've long been squeezed dry by you, what do I have to give you?"
Zhao Yuhuan chuckled lightly, raised her hand to support the delicate chin of Li Qingzhao, and said in a soft voice, "How could I, my lady?"
Li Qingzhao remained unchanged, but suddenly leaned in and blew a breath in her ear.
Zhao Yuhuan let out a low cry, and her body seemed to have been drained of all strength, collapsing instantly.
Li Qingzhao With a leisurely gesture, he lifted her chin, and Zhao Yuhuan blushed, her eyes seemingly on the verge of tears.
Li Qingzhao His finger traced the graceful curve of her jawline, teasingly saying, "Little fox spirit, dare to flirt with me?"
Zhao Yuhuan lightly bites her cherry lips and gasps softly, saying, "You're being unfair, ambushing me!"
"Still denying it! I'm going to touch you!" Li Qingzhao threatens.
But Zhao Yuhuan is not afraid, with seductive eyes she says, "Go ahead, it's not like you're big anyway."
Li Qingzhao was amused and exasperated by Zhao Yuhuan's lazy appearance, shaking her head and saying, "You're just as bad as Shi Da. Alright, what do you want?"
"Give me those two sheets of paper," Zhao Yuhuan said.
Li Qingzhao was taken aback and immediately shook her head, saying, "No way!"
"Why?"
"No reason, it's just not possible!"
"Haha, you like that Shi Da!"
"Nonsense! No way!"
"Then give me that poem, it's the topic I came up with."
"No, I won't give it to you!"
"Hey, why are you so domineering! Then I'll go tell everyone!"
"You dare, I'll whisper in your ear a hundred times every day!"
"Then I'll pinch your..." Before Zhao Yuhuan could finish speaking, Li Qingzhao puffed up her cheeks.
Zhao Yuhuan stepped back in shock and said, "You..."
The two of them stared at each other like fighting roosters. Zhao Yuhuan was the first to retreat in frustration. She knew she wouldn't speak out of turn, but Li Qingzhao might actually do so.
"Alright, I'll back down. I'll keep the poem for three months."
"One month."
Zhao Yuhuan looked at Li Qingzhao speechlessly, finally nodded helplessly, "Fine, just one month, you stingy person."
Li Qingzhao saw her put away the paper and couldn't help but ask, "What do you need this for?"
Zhao Yuhuan carefully folded the paper and said, "You said there's something suspicious, I want to investigate and see what's strange about it."
Then she looked up at Li Qingzhao, "What about you, why don't you give it to me?"
Li Qingzhao was not a stingy person. Whenever Zhao Yuhuan asked for her previous poems, she would always give them to her. Today's behavior was a bit unusual.
Li Qingzhao Without answering, she just put away another piece of poetry paper. She didn't know why she had acted that way just now, she just felt that these few pieces of poetry paper were extremely important to her and absolutely could not be given away.
Zhao Yuhuan gave a sardonic laugh and just glanced at her.
Li Qingzhao Her face turned even redder, and without looking at her, she put away the paper letter by herself.
Li Qingzhao Feeling a bit flustered, she said, "Let's go."
Zhao Yuhuan She gestured towards the next room and said, "There's still another admirer of yours next door."
Li Qingzhao coldly said, "Boring people, why bother with them!"
Zhao Yuhuan turned to look at the two maids in the room, her expression turning cold as she said, "If today's events are leaked even a little bit, you'll have to take care of it yourselves."
The two maids quickly lowered their heads and agreed.
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