The poems of Regent Li Chen'an are well-known throughout Shuzhou.

Not only the girls in brothels sang every night, but even the students of Wenweng Academy were competing to imitate.

But the poet is the poet!

Every poem by Li Chenan, the wonderful artistic conception, the right soothing twists, and the various feelings that arise naturally are as if they are natural and amazing!

These are not learned.

These require extremely high literary attainments and a deep understanding of all things in the world.

Don’t talk about these seventeen or eighteen-year-old students, even the teachers of Wenweng Academy, and even great scholars like Mei Fangxi, after reading those poems, they sighed that they were not as good as them!

But these poems were almost all written by the Regent last year.

At this moment, Mr. Mei actually got a new poem about spring...

What would his poem look like?

This is the most anticipated.

There is only one exception.

He is Lin Zifeng!

At this moment, Lin Zifeng stood on the side of Xia Hua. Although he was in the sun, his face was gloomy as if a heavy rain was about to come!

Li Chenan did not come. He was quite happy at first, and even breathed a sigh of relief.

But he never expected that the guy didn't come, but he came a poem he wrote!

Show off?

The immortal poet is amazing!

In Lin Zifeng's heart, he had stabbed Li Chenan thirty-seven times!

He looked at Xia Hua.

The beautiful face as beautiful as a flower, a trace of mist floated up at this moment.

Even though Xia Hua was wearing a facial scarf, her eyes were exposed outside the facial scarf.

In those eyes...

Lin Zifeng clearly saw two blooming snow lotus flowers!

Junior sister, I really fell in love with that damn guy!

He withdrew his gaze and his heart was as if it were a knife.

Li Chenan must die!

Even if you can’t get the junior sister, the junior sister can’t marry someone from Ningguo!

Especially him, Li Chenan!

Lin Zifeng's eyes slowly narrowed, and he looked at the stage, with a shrill cold light 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 divine text to worship the heaven and earth.

"This word is called "Linjiangxian, Dreaming of the Tower High Locks behind the Tower"!"

"The tower is high and locked after the dream,

The curtains were lowered when the wine sobered up.

Last year, when spring hatred came.

The fallen flowers are independent,

Swifts fly in pairs.

I remember meeting Xiaoping for the first time,

Two-center-like character Luoyi.

The pipa string says lovesickness.

The bright moon was there at that time.

I once returned with a colorful cloud.”

After reciting the word, the scenes of tens of thousands of people were silent.

All the students, all the girls, and even all the teachers on the stage, including the normal old master of Wenweng Academy, were shocked!

Before this, Mei Fangxi did not show this poem to anyone except Xia Hua happened to see it that day.

But even Xia Hua, after listening to Mei Fangxi's recitation at this moment, she seemed to have a deeper understanding and understanding of this poem.

There was really light in her eyes.

The light is as bright as the stars in the night sky on Tianshan Mountain.

"Everyone, please allow me to give some shallow analysis of this poem by the Regent."

Mei Fangxi carefully put the paper in his arms and said:

"The Xiaoping in this word is probably your doubt."

"In fact, there is no need to be confused."

"Little Apple refers to a person!"

The students suddenly realized that the Regent was not very good at writing the third lady Zhongli into this poem, so they used a non-existent apple to refer to the third lady... This is a clever technique with traces but no traces.

Of course, you can also refer to the women the Regent likes.

"In my opinion, this word can be analyzed into four layers."

"The tower is locked after the dream, and the curtains are hanging down when you wake up. This is the first floor."

"The first two sentences give people a dreamy feeling, but if you think about it again, you can taste another taste!"

"These are two different scenes, but the poet cleverly integrated them and used a tortuous and implicit method to express his deep affection for missing Xiaoping!"

"The poet did not write down his dreams, but left blank space for others, allowing readers to associate, so the connotation and appeal of the words and sentences were immediately revealed."

"As for the connection between Meng and Lou, it falls into every sentence that follows!"

“…”

Mei Fangxi said happily, and everyone below was listening very carefully.

The more I listened to it, the more I felt that the regent's words were so wonderful!

"This fourth layer is the last sentence of this poem."

"The bright moon was there at that time, and the colorful clouds returned!"

"All descriptions that are seen in action are redundant. After the dream, the bright moon remains, and the colorful clouds are there?"

"In the emptiness, there is still the bitter thought, which means that the poet is obsessed with love to the state of "infatuation"!"

"After the dream, I wake up from the wine, I stand alone, and I fly with my swallows... Every sentence has feelings in the scenery, every word has scenery in the love, which is the melancholy sadness of this spring season!"

After Mei Fangxi interpreted this poem, there was no warm applause from the audience, but there were sobs from many girls.

Why is the Regent so sad?

Could it be the rumored third lady Zhongli’s disease?

Is that the rumor true?

Zhongli's mansion is rich enough to rival a country, but if you ask all the miracle doctors in the world, you can't cure her illness. The Regent was worried about this, so he wrote this poem with emotion?

Those girls were extremely envious of Miss Zhongli Third.

The romantic story between the third lady and the Regent in Guangling City had already been spread to Shuzhou. They thought it was a match made by heaven, but they did not expect that there were still such difficult worries in it.

A fairy looks like a gentle woman.

A poem and book full of elegance and suave.

Such a pair of wonderful people should have lived a happy life in harmony.

But from this poem by the Regent...

"Is Miss Third a disease an incurable disease?"

"The news from Kyoto is probably true."

"I can't even treat the imperial doctor?"

"Hey... the Regent came to Shuzhou, and his other purpose was to take the third lady to the Wu Kingdom for treatment."

"Wu State? Which miracle doctor is there in Wu State?"

"I don't know, let's take a look. If the Regent really took the third lady to Wu State, then this matter would be true."

"...But wouldn't it be very dangerous for the Regent to go to Wu?"

"This is the steadfast relationship between the Regent and the Third Miss!"
To be continued...