Su Xiaoyao could clearly feel her cheeks getting hot.
It burned the base of her ears and burned her breath.
She thought a lot at that moment, and scenes from stories about talented men and beauties kept reappearing in her mind.
She lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look into King Yin's eyes.
"Thank you, His Highness Prince Yin." She turned around hurriedly, then paused for a moment, stammering out a few words:
"Two...Twenty-one."
After speaking softly, she ran away.
Although she still walked gracefully, she thought in her mind that she could only run away.
She was a little scared.
Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent and chuckled.
Twenty-one, is this the age of a girl?
He had only asked before to change the subject.
I don’t really want to know how old Su Xiaoyao is, or whether I have an unintentional crush.
And when I wrote "Jian Jia", the so-called beauty is by the water, I just happened to think of this beautiful poem in the Book of Songs.
I never thought that Su Xiaoyao would have such a shy reaction.
What is this called?
This is called flower arrangements that are painstakingly arranged but don’t bloom, and willows that are carelessly planted to create shade.
Oh, no, it’s because the flowers I’ve planted so hard don’t bloom, but I’ve planted willows unintentionally to create shade.
Alas, it was his fault that he arranged too many flowers on weekdays, which made his mouth spin for a while.
If you really have to work hard at arranging flowers and water them with white dew several times, there will be no flowers that won’t bloom.
There were noisy people in the hall, and their words were directed at King Yin and Su Xiaoyao.
Zhao Wujiang talked calmly with the people around him.
After Ji Boying wanted to understand something, she also joined in the chat, with the same gentle and generous smile, and praised a few words.
As expected, the guests began to flatter him one after another, praising the prince's broad-mindedness.
Some people also praised the prince's generosity and King Yin's talent. They were brothers, friends and respectful brothers, which made people enviable.
Zhao Wujiang was indifferent and relaxed, and he had no intention of fighting for spring and letting everyone be jealous.
He heard too many words of approval.
But he knew one thing very clearly in his heart.
No matter how much someone praises his poetic talent, they are praising the excellence of the poems themselves, not his true talent.
He is just a borrower, borrowing the poems of Li Taibai and other outstanding talents.
These poems were not written by him.
When he was still at Blue Star, he had read many novels. The protagonists who traveled through time, just like him today, would borrow poems from Li Taibai and others to show off and become famous.
He never resented it, he just felt that these time travelers should give Li Bai and others a thumbs up.
But now that he is in this environment, he borrows these poems many times.
The only thing he really understood was that poem that he had never quite understood and was somewhat confused about.
[Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for all generations]
A long time ago, when he first read these four sentences, he only thought that these four sentences of Hengqu were too big.
The pattern is too ambitious and too far away.
But now, to be precise, since he came to the Great Xia Dynasty and now to the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, he has always realized that he, Zhao Wujiang, is doing it.
Establish the mind of birth and rebirth for the world, find a way for the people to settle down and live their lives, inherit the talents and learning of the past sages and spread them to the world, and create eternal peace for the world.
Isn't this what he is doing?
What is he doing now? He is reciting poems and writing poems, he is borrowing poems from sages, and he is allowing these poems to be spread throughout the world and not disappear in the long river of history.
What will he do next? It's a demon god.
Fight against disasters and create peace for all generations.
What he wants to do in the meantime is to ensure the safety of the people, the health of his relatives and friends, and the peace of his old friends.
He figured it out.
These are no longer Zhang Hengqu's Four Sentences of Hengqu, but the Four Sentences of Wujiang that he first learned and then understood.
For these four sentences, he wanted to be the emperor of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
Not the emperor, not the emperor's master, but the emperor.
The emperor who is determined by his heart and destiny!
Let the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty become a cornerstone on his way forward and walk towards his own avenue.
He drank a glass of wine and exhaled a stale breath of wine.
For the past, for the future, for the present.
