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"The title of that poem... I'm afraid it might be presumptuous of Your Highness to reveal it!"
Wei Changxuan lowered his head slightly, a troubled expression on his face, but a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
"Because that poem was originally intended as a gift for Her Highness the Princess!"
He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on Princess Lin'an.
"Oh! Hmm? What?"
Upon hearing Wei Changxuan's words, Princess Lin'an, who was originally a little slow to react and somewhat dazed, was taken aback.
His eyes widened instantly, and a look of shock appeared on his face.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, as if struck by the sudden words, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words...
Chapter 46 Luo Yuheng's Method of Suppressing Karmic Fire.
"Written for me?"
Inside the luxurious royal carriage.
Upon hearing Wei Changxuan's words, Princess Lin'an's originally bright eyes widened instantly, filled with shock and disbelief.
In this era when poetry is highly revered,
Poetry is not merely a vehicle for writers and poets to express their emotions.
It is also an important yardstick for measuring a person's talent, character, and status.
A masterpiece can make an unknown person famous overnight.
To bring glory to the family and even leave a significant mark on history, so that future generations can repeatedly praise and admire it.
Throughout history, countless scholars and literati have studied diligently in quiet study rooms, accompanied by the dim light of a lamp, meticulously scrutinizing and pondering each word and phrase.
Or wander and contemplate amidst the magnificent mountains and rivers, trying to find inspiration from the wonders of nature.
In order to create a satisfactory work, they often forget to eat and sleep and rack their brains.
Sometimes, months or even years are spent searching for the right word.
And now, before us stands a handsome and talented young man.
They even claimed that the wonderful poem that caused a sensation in the entire Beijing poetry scene was written specifically for him.
Her heart began to race involuntarily, and an indescribable joy and shyness welled up inside her.
"It is indeed a gift for Her Highness the Princess."
Wei Changxuan wore a perfectly measured, gentle, and humble smile.
His gaze was fixed intently and affectionately on Princess Lin'an.
Those eyes seemed to hold endless tenderness and sincerity.
It is so captivating that one cannot help but become engrossed in it, and cannot even utter a single doubt.
"Does Your Highness still remember the first time we met?"
At that time, the warm spring sun gently shone on you, outlining a dreamlike golden edge around you.
She was like a fairy who had gracefully descended from an ancient painting.
It's breathtakingly beautiful, almost too beautiful to look at directly.
So I wrote this poem to express my admiration and praise.
Wei Changxuan chuckled inwardly. This Princess Lin'an was simple-minded and naive, and easily fooled.
Wei Changxuan also started to use his deceptive skills.
Anyway, Lin'an, with its simple-mindedness, is the easiest to fool.
Changing the subject, he sighed softly, feigning regret, a hint of disappointment in his voice:
"Of course, I am simply admiring the princess's beauty and temperament, and have no other improper thoughts."
Poetry is meant to express emotions. If Your Highness finds this poem unremarkable,
Then I will pass it on to someone else; I imagine there are many people in the capital who long to possess such a poem.”
Upon hearing this, Princess Lin'an immediately became anxious.
Her small, fair hands, as white as mutton fat jade, waved frantically as she instinctively leaned forward and said urgently:
"No, no, no, I need it, I need it, just give it to me!"
A beautiful blush rose on her cheeks from her anxiety.
Her eyes were filled with tension and reluctance, fearing that Wei Changxuan would really give this invaluable poem to someone else.
In her view, such a wonderful poem is a priceless treasure, more valuable than any amount of money.
Others would beg for this, so how could I easily give it up to someone else?
Wouldn't that be incredibly stupid?
"In that case, this poem, 'A Gift to Princess Lin'an,' shall be formally presented to Your Highness."
Wei Changxuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident and smug smile.
"Hehe, thank you so much!"
Princess Lin'an beamed with joy, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, her face radiating happiness and contentment.
After a moment, Princess Lin'an seemed to suddenly remember something of utmost importance, and her eyes lit up instantly.
She sat up excitedly and said to Wei Changxuan without hesitation:
"Oh! By the way, there's a poetry gathering in a couple of days, you should come along!"
"Poetry gathering?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Changxuan raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of doubt and curiosity flashing in his eyes.
“That’s right, this is a poetry gathering hosted by my imperial brother.”
Princess Lin'an explained with great interest,
Her voice was clear and melodious, like a cheerful mountain spring, carrying an irresistible vitality and enthusiasm.
"At that time, the most renowned talented men and women, imperial relatives, and high-ranking officials in the entire capital will gather together."
This is a top-level annual event in Beijing's literary scene, and also a perfect opportunity for you to make a name for yourself!
With your exceptional talent and profound knowledge, you will surely shine at the poetry gathering, showcasing your remarkable brilliance to everyone!
As Princess Lin'an spoke, she looked at Wei Changxuan with expectant eyes.
It's as if I can already see the glorious scene of him dominating the poetry gathering and standing out from the crowd.
She secretly pondered that when Wei Changxuan attended the poetry gathering, he would be able to better communicate with her elder brother and create opportunities to win him over.
"Since the princess has personally invited me, I will certainly be there!"
Wei Changxuan nodded slightly, his tone firm and sincere.
He knew in his heart that this was a great opportunity to earn shock points.
"Hmm, not bad, this princess believes in your talent!"
Princess Lin'an nodded in satisfaction, a look of relief and anticipation on her face.
Just as Lin'an was about to say something more,
The voice of a guard came from outside the carriage:
"Your Highness, we have arrived at the Wei residence!"
Upon hearing that they had arrived at their destination, Wei Changxuan stood up, bowed slightly, and paid his respects to Princess Lin'an.
"Thank you for your kind invitation, Your Highness. I had a very pleasant conversation with you today and benefited greatly from it."
I look forward to meeting the princess again at the poetry recital.
After speaking, he stepped down from the carriage steadily under Princess Lin'an's slightly reluctant gaze.
Princess Lin'an watched Wei Changxuan gradually walk into the gate of the Wei residence, and a strange emotion welled up in her heart.
It was a feeling I had never experienced before, a mixture of joy and shyness at receiving a poem.
They also have expectations and hopes for meeting at future poetry gatherings.
"This is the first time someone has ever given me a poem!"
She murmured to herself, and thinking of this, Lin'an's face...
A faint blush crept onto her face, making her look exceptionally beautiful...
the other side.
Inside the Lingbao Pavilion.
The stunningly beautiful and ethereal Imperial Advisor, Luo Yuheng, had just finished bathing.
Her long, jet-black hair, like a waterfall, cascaded down her back, still wet.
A few strands of hair playfully clung to her snow-white cheeks, adding to her charm and allure.
She was wearing a light, plain-colored gauze dress.
The gauze dress was faintly visible under the mist.
It outlines her graceful figure, as if a fairy had descended to earth.
"No, the karmic fire is becoming increasingly difficult to suppress!"
Luo Yuheng knelt by the Spirit Pool, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Her eyes revealed a hint of anxiety and exhaustion.
Her rosy lips were slightly pursed, and her face was full of solemnity.
"The effects of the Spirit Pool are also declining. It seems we need to find someone to cultivate with as soon as possible!"
She pondered to herself, her tone tinged with helplessness and urgency.
Just then, a young Taoist nun dressed in a blue robe walked in with light steps.