"...people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times."
Mengchanjuan's delicate body suddenly trembled, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes..."
Suddenly I saw the young master raising the wine glass in his hand, and his voice seemed to be filled with endless longing coming from the distant horizon: "I hope we will live forever, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away."
The ethereal and timeless sound spans the ages.
At that moment, the world was silent.
At that moment, Jiang Fan burst into tears...
As soon as the finishing touch came out, it was announced that this masterpiece of poetry was born in the world across time and space.
At this moment, people only saw the young man standing on the fifth floor, with fluttering white clothes, like an immortal in the sky.
Nung, moon and new moon.
What a wish that people will last forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart!
When everyone came to their senses, the young master had disappeared from the window, as if the man in the painting had never appeared in the world.
Mengchanjuan stood in a daze, this poem made her completely unable to control her inner emotions. The beautiful artistic conception makes people almost reluctant to wake up.
After a long time, Cuiyi came to her with the dried rice paper and said, "Miss...this is simply tailor-made for you. Cuiyi knows that she is worthy of the name of Ci Sage."
Mengchanjuan took it carefully and looked up again. The young man was gone. Then he sighed, "There are people in the world who can do such a masterpiece. As soon as this word came out, no one in the world dared to chant the bright moon."
A middle-aged scribe approached slowly, bowed and sighed: "That's not all. From today on, even if it lasts through the ages, when you sing about the bright moon, you must mention Chan Juan. Congratulations to Fairy Meng, your name will be passed down for hundreds of generations. Today I borrow the fairy's name Guang, being able to listen to this peerless poetry is a life-long comfort."
After saying this, the man looked up to the sky, smiled, and strode away, extremely free and easy.
Suddenly, another scribe sneered and said: "That Liu or something, plagiarism? How could such a great genius plagiarize? You villains are bringing disgrace on yourselves!"
Liu Changqing was already panicking at this moment, murmuring: "How is it possible, how is it possible..."
A big man patted the sword on his waist: "You thief, I remember what you said just now. Although Mr. Jiang doesn't bother to argue with you, I have to watch you kowtow three times and call me grandpa. One less person... you will never leave this Paradise City."
Liu Changqing hurriedly shouted: "Master Nangong, save me..." only to find that Nangong Xin had quietly left without knowing when. He was left alone, surrounded by hundreds of people...
"How many peerless articles do you have in your belly?"
Bai Xiaocui held the wine glass and looked at the young man in front of her seriously.
Not only her, but all the people in the Jinyu Tower looked at Jiang Fan as if they were looking at rare treasures, with admiration in their beautiful eyes.
Wei Xiaohong had been standing there blankly. This free and easy young man seemed to him like the bright moon in the sky at this moment. How could he be a mortal figure?
Seeing everyone's expressions, Jiang Fan couldn't help but scratch his head and chuckle: "You're pretending to be cool."
Lady Jinhua sighed: "I originally thought that Magpie Bridge Immortal was unparalleled in the world, but who would have thought that Xiaolang has thousands of beautiful things in her chest? This word will soon be sung all over the world, and Mengchanjuan will have a name that will last forever. It really makes people jealous. ah."
Feng Ya also felt a little sad: "Why did Mr. Jiang treat that Mengchanjuan like this..."
Jiang Fan smiled and said, "I heard that although Meng Chanjuan is famous far and wide, she doesn't have much savings due to the few visitors she sees. Her only carriage was a gift from the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Probably because she founded an orphanage. It specializes in adopting children displaced by war and famine, and there are more than 500 of them so far. Miss Meng lives frugally every day and spends all her money on the orphanage. Her behavior is quite respectable."
Lady Jinhua nodded when she heard the words: "That's true. Mengchanjuan herself was an orphan. Her parents died when she was young. She was homeless and suffered all the hardships in the world. Later, she was fortunate enough to be adopted by the city lord. She felt the same for those children, so she founded this place. Orphanage. In fact, in addition to her peerless voice, her good reputation is also spread far and wide."
Feng Ya said: "I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. I think the young master wants to use this to comfort him and miss his parents in heaven."
Jiang Fan smiled. In fact, he did not mean this, but if he interpreted it this way, it would be fine.
"Miss, it's late at night, it's time to rest." Cuiyi finished making up the bed and walked to Mengchanjuan who was standing by the window and stared at the full moon in the sky and said softly.
"...Cuiyi, what kind of person do you think Mr. Jiang is?"
Cui Yi sighed: "If you are not a fairy, how can you create such a masterpiece in an instant that can last forever? I hope we can live together for a long time. If you are not a fairy, how can you see the young lady at a glance? heart?"
Mengchanjuan murmured: "Yes... he seems to know my heart deeply..."
Cui Yi smiled and said: "It's a pity that Mr. Jiang is a bit young, otherwise, Miss, I'm afraid..."
Meng Chanjuan flicked her forehead with her finger: "You are such a bad person, you actually made fun of me!"
But Cuiyi grabbed her slender and boneless hand: "Hey...sister, this peerless face is like the bright moon in the sky, maybe only someone like Mr. Jiang is worthy of it, and who else can be worthy of it in the ordinary world?" Worth it?"
Mengchanjuan took out her hand, turned around and looked at the full moon in the sky, seeming to be in a trance.
Cuiyi said: "When will the bright moon come? I have been reciting it for half a day, and I still can't bear to let it go. Every time I recite it, I feel more and more endless aftertaste."
Mengchan said with emotion: "I thought that the fishermen on the Longjiang River were the best in the world, and the fishermen on the Canglan River were also extremely talented. Little did I know that Mr. Jiang was no less talented. Such young men may not have appeared in hundreds of years. How lucky is one person to have three people coexisting in this world..."
Cuiyi smiled: "How can there be so many fishermen in the world? How can there be so many young talents with unparalleled grace? Miss, what you are thinking in your heart is the same as what Cuiyi is thinking. Otherwise, miss, how could you be in the public eye? Blatantly claiming that Mr. Jiang is the sage of poetry in the world?"
Meng Chanjuan sighed: "Sister Cuiyi is awake. If this is really the case, this poem will be unprecedented, and I'm afraid it will be hard to come by anyone in the future."
Cuiyi said: "Why don't we investigate? With Paradise City's methods, this matter is not difficult."
Meng Chanjuan shook her head: "I once looked for the city lord, but was told that Mr. Jiang's information is in Tianji Pavilion. No one in Paradise City is allowed to read it privately, let alone investigate Mr. Jiang privately. The words of the city lord himself have never been so strict."
Cui Yi was shocked: "Is this happening? Tianji Pavilion means that secrets cannot be leaked. All the information that can be entered into this pavilion is the top secret in the world. Who is this Mr. Jiang?"
Meng Chanjuan shook her head: "I think Mr. Jiang is unique and does not follow the common customs of the world. Could it be that he comes from a place outside the world?"
Cuiyi said: "Miss, don't think about it. For someone like the city lord, since he issued this order, there must be a reason for it."
