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Xiao Zhongyan looked at her deeply, pondering for a moment before declaring, "The bright moon shines over the great river, the gentle breeze brushes the mountain ridge."
Another complete couplet! Its beauty and elegance left everyone in awe. The guests all believed that Nangong Shuang was bound to lose and secretly felt anxious for her.
However, Nangong Shuang remained calm, smiling slightly as she responded, "The bright moon has never shone upon my heart; the gentle breeze cannot understand our discussions."
As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted in astonishment! Not only had Nangong Shuang successfully matched the couplet, but her response was even more profound and layered with meaning, leaving a lasting impression.
A glimmer of surprise and admiration flashed in Xiao Zhongyan's eyes as he presented another couplet: "The green mountains never grow old, the clear waters flow forever; why does the bright moon need to shine a thousand miles?"
Without hesitation, Nangong Shuang replied, "The green mountains have their own intentions; the bright moon should reflect the heart."
Back and forth they went, perfectly in sync, exchanging over ten rounds. Each time, Nangong Shuang responded fluently and with equal prowess, even surpassing him in depth of meaning. The guests watched in disbelief, astonished that a rural village doctor could possess such talent!
Xiao Zhongmo's face grew increasingly grim; it seemed he had not anticipated Nangong Shuang's literary prowess. Finally, he could not help but interrupt, "Alright, alright! What’s so impressive about a woman knowing some poetry? It’s merely superficial elegance!"
Xiao Xiang frowned and said, "Zhongmo, be careful with your words! Nangong Shuang is exceptionally talented and skilled in medicine; you must not be disrespectful."
Xiao Zhongmo sulkily fell silent, his face full of discontent.
Nangong Shuang smiled lightly and said, "Xiao Er Gongzi speaks wisely. I am merely someone who has read some poetry; I cannot claim to be talented. Xiao Da Gongzi is truly learned; I am ashamed to compare."
Though she spoke of feeling inferior, her demeanor was calm and unflustered, exuding an air of elegance. Xiao Zhongyan observed her with a hint of admiration and deeper understanding.
"Nangong Shuang is being modest," Xiao Zhongyan said sincerely. "Miss, your poetic talent is outstanding and your medical skills are remarkable; you are indeed a rare gem."
Nangong Shuang nodded slightly without confirming or denying. On the surface, she maintained a cool demeanor, but internally she had developed a new appreciation for Xiao Zhongyan's talents. She hadn’t expected this eldest son of the Xiao family to be not only charming but also deeply knowledgeable—so different from her impression of the Xiao family as cunning and deceitful.
"I never would have guessed that our Nangong Shuang possesses such talent!" Lord Guo said with satisfaction. "It seems thanks to her that my Guo family did not lose face before Xiao Gongzi!"
Everyone echoed their agreement, looking at Nangong Shuang with newfound respect. Guan Chunyi was especially admiring, pulling on Nangong Shuang's hand to shower her with compliments. Nangong Shuang merely smiled while subtly observing the reactions of the Xiao family members.
Xiao Xiang seemed to regard her with even more importance now, frequently casting approving glances her way; Madam Xiao smiled gently at her with eyes full of appreciation; Xiao Zhongyan maintained his elegant demeanor but his gaze held more depth; only Xiao Zhongmo remained sullen, his eyes flickering with dangerous light.
As the banquet continued, Nangong Shuang quietly ate while keeping an eye on her surroundings. She paid particular attention to Madam Xiao's every move, hoping to glean more clues about her wind illness.
Through observation, Nangong Shuang noted that although Madam Xiao appeared calm on the surface, she occasionally rubbed her temples—a clear sign of an impending headache. Her fingers trembled slightly and her complexion fluctuated between pale and flushed—symptoms indicating that the Cold Poison had not yet cleared.
A thought struck Nangong Shuang: if she could completely cure Madam Xiao's wind illness, it would surely win her trust and make it easier to investigate the truth behind the Nangong Family case. With this plan forming in her mind, she felt a sense of determination.
"Nangong Shuang, what are you thinking about?" Xiao Zhongyan's voice suddenly broke into her thoughts.
Startled, she came back to herself and realized that Xiao Zhongyan had somehow approached her side and was looking at her with a smile.
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