Regent Li Chen'an's poems have become a household name throughout Shuzhou.

Not only the girls in the brothel sang it every night, but also the students at Wenweng Academy were also imitating it.

But Shixian is Shixian!

Each of Li Chenan's poems, the wonderful artistic conception, the just-right soothing turns, and the various feelings that arise spontaneously, are all as if they were created by a masterful hand, 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 withdrew his gaze, heartbroken.

Li Chenan must die!

Even if I can't get my junior sister, I 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, after a dream, the tower is high and locked"!"

"After the dream, the tower was locked high,

The curtain is drooped after sobering up.

Last year, spring regret came.

Fallen Flower Man is independent,

Micro swifts fly together.

I remember when we first met Xiao Ping,

The double heart word Luo Yi.

The pipa strings speak of lovesickness.

The bright moon was there at that time,

I returned home under the colorful clouds."

After reciting one sentence, 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 stunned!

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 is really light in her eyes.

That light is 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 to you."

"In fact, there is no need to doubt."

"Xiao Ping refers to a person!"

The students suddenly realized that the regent was not very good at writing the third 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 implicit way to express his deep affection for Xiao Ping!"

"The poet did not write about the dream, but left it blank, allowing the readers to make associations. As a result, the connotation and appeal of the words were immediately revealed."

"As for the connection between the dream and the building, 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 from 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, when you wake up from alcohol, you are independent, and the swallows fly together... There is love in every sentence, and there is a scene in every word of love. This is the melancholy sadness of 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?

Are those rumors true?

Zhongli's mansion was as rich as the country, but even 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 intractable 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."

"The imperial doctor can't 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!"
To be continued...