C26 Seven-hour Poems

Li Xin's voice was clear and carefree. When he recited the poem, his words were as clear as the spring wind. In addition, he was born white and clean. His eyebrows flew to his temples, and his eyes were like stars. At this moment, he looked extremely handsome. Chen Yulan's heart trembled and his expression changed slightly. He forced himself to write down a poem on a piece of paper.

Misty Clouds.

Chen thought about what kind of poem he would make when he took Li Xin's pen and paper. To be honest, her best expectation was only at the level of "The Drunken Spring Restaurant on the evening of the seventh day". She never thought that such a beautiful sentence would come out of Li Xin's mouth.

Yes, it was a beautiful poem, simple and beautiful.

When Li Xin saw that she had finished writing the last "Empty" character with her little hand, he continued to read: "The autumn of the Yin Han Dynasty …"

Chen Yulan quickly wrote another line. His wrist was trembling slightly, and he could barely hold the brush in his hand.

"Yin Han Autumn Period …" "The same." She silently recited it in her heart, as if her eyes could see through countless distant times and saw the unchanging splendor of the Milky Way. A feeling of insignificance involuntarily arose in her heart. She couldn't help but steal a glance at Li Xin. Unexpectedly, she directly met that pair of smiling eyes with him.

Li Xin was also looking at her.

She quickly lowered her head, coughed twice, and arranged herself into a writing posture. She pretended that her glance just now was to indicate that she had finished her work and urged Li Xin to hurry up and read it. No one could see the blush on her face, let alone hear the violent heartbeat in her chest.

Li Xin's voice was not loud. Most of the people present could hear his poem clearly. Even if there was a few that could not hear it, they could still hear the whispers from the surrounding mouths. For a moment, everyone quieted down. They looked at Li Xin, who was casually sitting on his seat, with a glowing gaze called "Worship".

Qin Huaiyu did the same. He had never thought that he would ever hear such a beautiful poem from Li Xin's mouth.

Was this still the Lord Chu, Lord Li Xin, who had been strolling around with him all day and wanted to beat him up just to see who was in a bad mood? Could it be that someone was faking it?

He was very sure that he had never seen these lines before, and he was also very sure that Li Xin would never find anyone who could write these lines for him.

Imagine, how could a person who could write such a poem not know what kind of poem it was? Just by looking at the first two lines, one could tell that this was definitely a poem that would be passed down through the ages. Which scholar would be willing to give up such a chance to be famous in the annals of history to someone else? Even someone as respected as Lord Chu could not force others to do such a thing.

So, no matter how hard it was to believe, there was only one truth to the matter: This poem was really written by Li Xin!

Qin Huaiyu looked at Li Xin and let out a silent "wow". If Li Xin could take a moment to focus his attention on Qin Huaiyu, he would definitely feel goosebumps all over his body. It was because Qin Huaiyu's eyes were a little too passionate. The fire was so hot that it was dangerous, to the point that people could not help but think about the strange direction she was going in.

But Li Xin was not free.

He read aloud: "A few of the love and hatred, year after year and in this night."

Chen Xiaolian suppressed the excitement in his heart and quickly wrote on the paper. At the same time, his lips moved slightly as he silently recited the words.

The whole hall was in complete silence. Only Auntie Hu stood in the middle of the hall and looked around. Looking at the sorrowful expression on the scholar's face, how could she not understand what had happened?

It was obviously another good poem. No, a good poem was no longer enough to describe this poem, but with her level of education, she could not think of any better words than "good poem". She could only blush with excitement but did not dare make a sound, afraid of spoiling the atmosphere. She knew that if that happened, it would definitely attract the contempt in the eyes of everyone present. There might even be some people who would curse out loud.

After a while, Chen Yulan finished writing the last word. He stopped in midair with the brush and put it down after a long time. A faint feeling of sadness lingered in his heart.

The unchanging feeling of the Cowherd and the Weaver girl slowly settled down, landing in the almost eternal night sky, in the hearts of everyone who looked up at the night sky.

The female attendant carefully took the piece of paper and placed it in the hands of Soo Soo who was standing in the pavilion. Soo Soo lowered her head and glanced at it. She carefully rolled up the paper and cupped her hands towards Li Xin's direction. "Thank you, my husband. This servant will be fortunate enough to hear this poem. Even if I die instantly, I will have no regrets."

Li Xin saw that everyone present was convinced. Although he felt a little pleased, he did not lose his mind. He immediately swung his sleeves in an extremely graceful manner and smiled. "Lady Soo Soo, you are too serious."

What a humble, polite, and talented young man!

Everyone on the scene seemed to have come back to their senses as they clapped again. They were even more enthusiastic than when they were clapping for "Beggar". Occasionally, there would be beautiful words such as "The Annihilation of Time" mixed in.

Qin Huaiyu also laughed and said, "Good poem, good poem! It's a pity that you didn't bring your wine with me, or else I would have gone all out!"

Li Xin rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't you trying to trick me again? You make it sound so nice!"

Qin Huaiyu's smile became even more radiant.

Chen Yulan blinked his eyes as he looked at Li Xin, who was playing with his friends in front of him. It seemed that no matter what, he couldn't match Li Xin with the one who had just recited a poem.

Just now, Li Xin was like an immortal that had descended to the mortal world. Now, he seemed to have shed all of his glory and returned back to being that silkpants Lord Chu. Which one of them was the real him?

Chen Xiaolan was unable to reply. She felt that Li Xin's figure gradually became complicated and blurred in her eyes.

At this moment, Lady Soo Soo stood in the pavilion and shouted, "My dear gentlemen, please listen to me!"

As soon as she spoke, the noisy hall gradually quieted down.

She continued, "Dare I ask, do you all feel that it is necessary to continue today's poetry meet?"

No one said a word. After a moment, sounds of wine cups clinking could be heard from the hall below. Everyone, except for Li Xin and Chen Xiaolan, drank three cups in a row without a second thought. Their actions had explained everything.

Li Xin heard from somewhere not far away and sighed, "I didn't expect to hear so many good poems tonight. It really was a worthwhile trip! I wonder which family's husband is able to compose such an amazing poem. He will definitely be able to rise to the top in the future. "

He shook his head in amusement, [I am already the noble King Chu, how can I even make it to the clouds? Unless one entered the imperial court and held an official position, it would be better to just think about it. Being a government official wasn't as comfortable as eating and waiting for death.