Everyone knows that Duan Wenjun can write poetry.
That day, during the Wangjiang Tower Poetry Meeting, Duan Wenjun only took a few breaths before he wrote the poem "Returning to the Countryside. Green Lake Pavilion".
At that time, people thought he was plagiarizing, but they could not find the source of plagiarism.
But a few days later, at Chai Jingyun's banquet, he once again amazed everyone.
In just a few breaths, I wrote poems like "Butterfly Loves Flowers".
However, only Chai Jingyun was present at that time, and others only heard about it.
I wasn't there, so I didn't feel much other than sighs and envy.
At this moment, I heard that Duan Wenjun was going to compose poetry again, and everyone's eyes immediately fell on him.
Duan Wenjun picked up the wine glass, poured a glass for himself, stood up slowly, and looked at Xiu Yu'er, "Then, I'll sing a song called "Huanxi Sand"."
Everyone was shocked.
So fast, almost no need to think, is this possible?
This speed, this talent...
After the words are finished, the words begin.
"A new song and a glass of wine, the weather is the same as last year."
"When does the sun set?"
After just a few breaths, he had already spoken.
Everyone's faces were full of shock.
Apart from shock, there was also confusion.
A new song, a glass of wine, naturally talks about the present, and it talks about this moment.
The new words have just come out and the wine is in hand.
Last year's weather old pavilion.
What was he doing last year, this time last year?
Of course, he is still the dandy young master he was before, idle on Wangjiang Street.
But why do we feel like "when will the sun set in the west?"
Everyone is puzzled.
However, the way Chai Jingyun stared at him was different.
Because he never believed that Duan Wenjun was really a heavenly being who could really have gods teach him some skills in his dreams.
Even if there is an immortal who teaches him skills, those talents cannot be taught in a short time.
He has always suspected that Duan Wenjun was a very capable person from the beginning.
But, for some reason, he had to hide his clumsiness.
Few people outside know what happened twenty years ago.
However, as one of Emperor Shun's most valued members of the royal family, Chai Jingyun had heard many rumors.
If those rumors are true, then it is not surprising that Duan Wenjun is a dandy.
Even if he doesn't want to be a dandy himself, his father will let him become a dandy.
Therefore, perhaps people only know about the idleness of the eldest young master of the Duan family, but they don't know what he really thinks.
When the sun sets, the day of fun and debauchery is over, and the mask is taken off his face, he will start to think about, when can he be his true self again?
With just two lines of poetry, Chai Jingyun felt that she had already understood Duan Wenjun.
He even felt that the young man in front of him, who was several years younger than himself, seemed to have experienced all the vicissitudes of life and had seen through the desolation of the world.
Just when his thoughts were drifting away, Duan Wenjun's voice rang again.
"There is no choice but the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return."
"Small garden fragrant path wandering alone."
Chai Jingyun's eyes suddenly tightened.
Those two sentences were probably not written by him.
Could it be that it was really the secret from twenty years ago?
There is no choice but to let the flowers fall away, that is, the past is like smoke, and no one can stop it from happening.
So there is no choice, so the prosperity falls and comes to a withering end.
If everything is over and no one mentions it again, then it doesn't matter.
Perhaps, he lived his whole life in confusion as a dandy young master.
But a gust of wind kidnapped him and almost cost him his life.
Perhaps, because of this, it was his father Duan Daxiong who came to his senses.
Or maybe, because of this, it was Duan Wenjun who woke up on his own.
Finally, he decided not to hide his clumsiness anymore.
Therefore, there were the amazing poems, the amazing food and wine, the soap and the spotted pigs...
Naturally, it is also because of this that we have the achievements of recruiting Moon Island and regaining Shanfeng Mountain, the twenty-two mantras for studying in the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the national policy of suppressing bandits with the carrot and stick policy in the court...
So, this is his true self.
That's why he felt that he was just like the spring swallow returning...
But, obviously, he was also confused at the moment.
In just a few months, he had already suffered retaliation from Shan Fengshan and Tiandang Mountain, and almost lost his life several times.
He must have understood that a big tree attracts the wind.
Just because he was so outstanding and affected the interests of too many people, too many people wanted his life.
That's why he "wandered alone on the fragrant path of the small garden."
This article is not just about the garden of his Duan Mansion.
Chai Jingyun had been to the Duan Family Courtyard in Duanjiabao several times and stayed there for a few days, but there were not even a few flowers planted in the back garden.
There are even fewer Duan mansions in Wangjiang County.
Therefore, there are no fragrant paths in the small garden at all.
Moreover, he lived in a side courtyard, so he couldn't wander around in such a big place.
Therefore, what is written here is still his state of mind.
Is he wandering, does he need to keep a low profile? Let your own light shine.
It seems that even though the emperor gave him the title of baron and the power to raise five hundred private soldiers, it still didn't seem to make him feel safe enough...
Although Chai Jingyun had only known him for a few months, she fully understood his talent, his strategy, and his intelligence...
Chai Jingyun was staring at Duan Wenjun and couldn't help but frown slightly.
This girl seems to be too stunning and too evil.
He was several years younger than me, so how could he know so much more than me?
Over the years, I have been working hard and never slacked off!
But compared to him...
It seems like there's nothing he can't do.
No, it seems that he doesn't know how to practice martial arts.
Thinking of this, Chai Jingyun finally felt a little more balanced.
At any rate, I was finally able to condense my Qi some time ago, and now I finally learned Qing Gong.
I heard that what this kid dreams of is to be able to fly; I heard that this kid's physique makes it impossible to condense Qi...
Thinking of this, Chai Jingyun couldn't help but smile evilly.
Xiu Yu'er didn't understand Chai Jingyun's thoughts. At this moment, she had already started writing Duan Wenjun's new poem.
This was the first time she saw Duan Wenjun write poetry.
Of course, the song he wrote is lyrics.
However, Duan Wenjun wrote it at her invitation.
Therefore, Xiu Yuer was excited in her heart.
She thought that Master Duan had written a poem for her, and if she sang it, it would definitely become a good story.
When she heard the first paragraph, she was a little confused.
She had never heard of those past events twenty years ago, so she couldn't guess what Chai Jingyun was going through.
However, she just felt that this word was very good.
However, when she heard the second paragraph, she understood instantly.
He also felt lost instantly.
Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns.
After all, this poem was written at my own invitation.
But the one who wrote it was not himself who wrote it after all.
