Regent Li Chen'an's poems have become a household name throughout Shuzhou.
Not only the girls in the brothel sing it every night, but also the students of Wenweng Academy are also imitating it.
But Shixian is Shixian!
Each of Li Chenan's poems, the wonderful artistic conception, the just-right soothing transitions, and the various feelings that arise spontaneously, are all as if they were made by nature, and they are all breathtaking!
These cannot be learned.
These require extremely high literary attainments and a deep understanding of all things in the world.
Not to mention these seventeen or eighteen-year-old students, even the teachers at Wenweng Academy, and even great scholars like Mei Fangxi, after reading those poems, they sighed to themselves!
But almost all of these poems were written by the Prince Regent last year.
At this moment, Mrs. Mei actually got a new spring poem written by the Regent...
What will his poem be like?
This is what everyone has been waiting for.
There is only one exception.
He is Lin Zifeng!
At this moment, Lin Zifeng was standing beside Xia Hua. Although he was in the sun, his expression was gloomy, as if a heavy rain was about to fall!
Li Chenan didn't come. He was quite happy at first and even breathed a long sigh of relief.
But he never expected that the guy didn't come, but instead came a poem he composed!
Show off?
Shixian is amazing!
In Lin Zifeng's heart, he had stabbed Li Chenan thirty-seven times!
He looked at Xia Hua.
That face as beautiful as a flower now had a hint of mist.
Even though Xia Hua was wearing a hijab, her eyes were exposed outside the hijab.
In those eyes...
Lin Zifeng clearly saw two snow lotuses in full bloom!
Junior sister, I really have feelings for that damn guy!
He looked away, heartbroken.
Li Chenan must die!
Even if he can't get his junior sister, he can't marry someone from Ning Guo!
Especially him Li Chenan!
Lin Zifeng's eyes slowly narrowed, and he looked towards the stage, with a cold look in his eyes!
Mei Fangxi held the piece of paper written by Li Chenan in both hands. His face was solemn and his expression was pious, as if he was holding a piece of paper to worship heaven and earth.
"This poem is called "Linjiang Immortal, Dream Empress Tower High Lock"!"
"After the dream, the tower is locked,
The curtain of sobriety droops.
Last year, spring regret came.
The fallen flower man is independent,
Micro swifts fly together.
I remember the first time we met Xiao Ping,
The double heart word Luo Yi.
The pipa strings speak of lovesickness.
The bright moon was there at that time,
Once returned home according to the colorful clouds. "
After reciting one word, the crowd of tens of thousands of people fell silent.
All the students, all the girls, and even all the teachers on the stage, including the old Master Wenweng Academy, were all shocked!
Before this, Mei Fangxi had not shown this poem to anyone except Xia Hua who happened to see it that day.
But even for Xia Hua, after listening to Mei Fangxi's recitation at this moment, she seemed to have a deeper understanding and understanding of the poem.
There was a real light in her eyes.
The light was as bright and bright as the stars in the night sky on Tianshan Mountain.
"Everyone, please allow me to make some superficial analysis of this poem by the Prince Regent."
Mei Fangxi carefully put the piece of paper away into her arms and said:
"The little Ping in this word may be a source of confusion for you."
"In fact, there is no need to wonder."
"Xiao Ping refers to a person!"
The students suddenly realized that it was not easy for the regent to write Miss Zhongli into this poem, so he used a non-existent Xiao Ping to refer to the third miss... This is a clever technique with traces but no traces.
Of course, it can also refer to the women the regent likes.
"In my opinion, this word can be analyzed into four levels."
"After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtains are low when drunk. This is the first floor."
"The first two sentences give people a dreamlike feeling, but if you think about it again, you can taste a different flavor!"
"These are two different scenes, but the poet cleverly combined them, using a tortuous and subtle way to express his deep affection for Xiao Ping!"
"The poet did not write about the dream, but left it blank, allowing readers to make associations. As a result, the connotation and appeal of the words were immediately revealed."
"As for the connection between Meng and Lou, it lies in every next sentence!"
"..."
Mei Fangxi spoke eloquently, and everyone below was listening very carefully.
The more I listen to it, the more I feel that the regent’s words are so wonderful!
"This fourth level is the last sentence of this poem."
"The bright moon was there at that time, and it illuminated the colorful clouds when they returned!"
"All practical descriptions are redundant. When you wake up after a dream, the bright moon is still there, and the colorful clouds are still there?"
"In the emptiness and silence, there is still that bitter longing, which means that the poet is obsessed with love to the point of 'insane'!"
"After a dream, waking up from alcohol, being independent, swallows flying together... There is love in every sentence, and there is a scene in every word of love. This is the melancholy sentimentality in this waning spring season!"
After Mei Fangxi finished interpreting this poem, there was no warm applause from the audience, but instead there were sobs from many girls.
Why is the regent so sad?
Could it be the rumored illness of Third Miss Zhongli?
Could that rumor be true?
Zhongli's mansion was as wealthy as the country, but all the doctors in the world could not cure her disease. The regent was worried about this, so he wrote this poem out of emotion?
Those girls were extremely envious of Miss Zhongli.
The romantic story of the third lady and the regent in Guangling City had already spread to Shuzhou. They thought it was a match made in heaven, but they didn't expect that there were such unsolvable worries.
A man who looks like a fairy but is as gentle as water.
A book of poems full of romance and suaveness.
Such a wonderful couple should have lived a beautiful and happy life together.
But judging from this poem by the Prince Regent...
"Is it possible that Third Miss has an incurable disease?"
"The news coming from Kyoto is probably true."
"Can't the imperial doctor cure it?"
"Hey...the other purpose of the regent's coming to Shuzhou is to take the third lady to Wu for medical treatment."
"Wu Guo? Which miracle doctor is there in Wu Guo?"
"I don't know. Let's take a look. If the regent really took Miss Third to the Kingdom of Wu, then this is true."
"...But wouldn't it be dangerous for the regent to go to the Kingdom of Wu?"
"This is the steadfast love between the regent and the third lady!"
"You said...if I can marry the regent, even if I am a concubine, I will do it!"
"Who wouldn't want to? If the regent lets him know, I don't know how many women would be willing to marry him as concubines!"
"Don't say concubine, I don't even need my title, as long as the regent speaks!"
Xia Hua listened silently.
After a moment, she turned and left.
Lin Zifeng followed closely behind.
I cursed silently in my heart:
A group of shameless women! All are sick!
Li Chenan, who was drinking tea in Zhongli Garden, did not know that Mei Fangxi had made a different analysis of this poem. At this moment, he was talking to Wang Zhengjinzhong:
"You said, that great master, is he Xi Wei?"
"Back to the Regent, that's what Zhang Sanqiang said after he woke up... He was an old man wearing a black robe, a black hood and a black scarf... Isn't that how Xi Wei was dressed?"
Li Chenan pondered for a moment and felt relieved.
If it was really Xi Wei, then his parents' lives would be safe.
But why did Xi Wei come to Chongqing Mansion?
Could it be that he also came here because of the matter in Xishan?
