My literary talent has always appeared out of thin air, so listening to Brother Lu’s poems is a bit boring.

"Brother Lu is so literary!" Yang Qinglan praised without hesitation.

"Brother Xie Yang appreciates it, but... I want to hear Lord Jiang's comments." Everyone present could call him brothers, but the key is that Jiang Huai can no longer be linked to ordinary people in their hearts, so after Lu Chiyuan wrote a poem, he couldn't wait to listen to Lord Jiang, who could be called a god-like figure.

"...It's very good." Jiang Huai glanced at Lu Chiyuan who was a little embarrassed, poured a cup of tea on his own, and nodded.

"Mr. Xie Jiang appreciated it." Lu Chiyuan quickly bowed. For those of them who are literary but useless, except for occasionally reciting poems and writing counterfeits, they were lucky enough to meet a boy, and Jianghuai was the one who could bring him a career.

When Lu Chiyuan sat down, he realized that his palms were sweating. I don’t know if it was nervous when he recited the poem or when he was facing Jianghuai. But what he didn’t know was that just now, Jianghuai didn’t hear what he said or recited clearly. His attention seemed to be on the masked girl beside him from the beginning to now.

"What are you always looking at me?" I asked in a low voice.

"Looking at your absent-mindedness, I'm afraid you won't get used to it." Jiang Huai whispered. He originally thought that Luo Xiansheng didn't like the comparison and calculations between women, so he wanted to bring her to see people like Daliang and others. However, these literati and elegant people were a bit old-fashioned and pedantic. Everything they thought was written on their faces, and their eyes would not even cover them, for fear that others would not know their ambition to seek fame.

"I just didn't expect that there are all kinds of people in the world." Although I have never attended any banquet, I have also seen some talented people gathering together in the book. Although it is not very elegant, it is not boring. I thought there was a stream here, and this group of people would take pictures on the spot, using the Qushui Liushang method. I didn't expect to start writing poetry when I came up, for fear that others would steal their limelight.

"There are all kinds of things in the world, and I can only learn to want to integrate them." Jiang Huai took a sip of tea and said softly.

"What Lord Jiang said is indeed reasonable." I touched my chin, tilted my head to look at him, and smiled.

Although it is not a flirting, it is also a bit ridiculous. The latter just smiled faintly, as if he was used to my various hooligan behaviors.

"Today I sincerely invite Lord Jiang, but I didn't expect Lord Jiang to come with a favor. I am very honored to give him tea instead of wine. I will toast Lord Jiang." The man with unknown surname stood up and raised his glass to greet Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai didn't say anything, but nodded and drank another sip of tea.

"Mr. Jiang wrote when he was drunk: Nan Yao remembered me for years, and the flowers in the garden were blooming and sleepless. It was still a sensation in the capital at that time."

Someone's whispers came into my ears. I stood my head and looked at Jianghuai sitting upright beside me, and my heart was filled with turmoil.

When literati write poems, write good poems, and even make shocking masterpieces, they only admire and sigh. Jianghuai fights on horseback all year round, or commands in the border camps with wind and sand. Everyone's evaluation of Jianghuai in their hearts is as close as the battlefield, but they never thought of a poem after drinking, which caused a stir. Therefore, Jianghuai resigned from all positions in the court and cultivated in the capital, which seemed to have the intention of abandoning martial arts and following the poem, but no one saw Jianghuai pick up his pen again.

It was like the poem back then was just a shocking moment, and after the shocking moment, it fell into the world.

"Mr. Jiang is so good at writing, I don't know when I will be lucky enough to let Master Jiang write a poem for his little girl." I joked in a low voice, and the eyes of Jiang Huai were filled with joy.

"...Okay." Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly. If he could stay with him forever, what's wrong with writing poems for you every day?

After the poetry appreciation meeting, I stopped refusing and did not want to delay any more. Instead of making up reasons to drag it around, it would be better to face it. It is not a separation from life and death. Even if Jishan is high and far, I believe that I will go back and he will come to pick me up.

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Even if the mountains are high and the road is far away, there will always be someone coming for you.
Chapter completed!