Chapter 2350
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However, apart from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, the ancients had no other pastimes. It was normal for them to like poetry and painting!
As soon as Yun Ruoyue finished speaking, many people surrounded her.
"Listen, that young master wants to win the sky lanterns with a poem. I want to see what poem he can come up with!"
"Let's go and take a look."
This time, the shop owner's stall was surrounded by people once again.
When the lady boss heard that Yun Ruoyue knew how to compose poems, she said excitedly, "Young master, you really know how to compose poems?"
Yun Ruoyue held her forehead in embarrassment. At this time, could she say that she did not know how to compose poems?
If she did not know how to win the sky lanterns for Feng Jin and Yang Fei!
She said, "I know how to. Lady boss, today is the Sky Lantern Festival. I'll compose a poem with 'lanterns' as the theme for you. How about that? "
"Really? Thank you. I'm all ears! "the lady boss said excitedly.
"Okay, let me think about it." As Yun Ruoyue spoke, she looked at the sea of fiery red lanterns in the distance and the weaving crowd. She recalled the scene of her and Chu Xuanchen going to the lantern festival last year.
At that time, Chu Xuanchen brought her to the lantern festival. He said to her, "Wang has fallen in love with you. He only wants to be with you."
He even said, "Wang has never been so moved by anyone in his life. Touch Wang's heart. It's beating for you. It's still warm!"
At that time, he kissed her domineeringly in front of Nangong Rou. He ignored the gazes of others and showed his love for her in public.
He even guessed riddles and won an emerald orchid hairpin for her. He even said those words of love to her. He even ate the dumplings filled with chili that she fed him and gave her a mushroom lantern.
At that time, they had feelings for each other and were happy.
Now, she encountered the lantern festival. There were people around her and it was very lively. However, he was not there.
Thinking of this, she slowly said, "Last year, during the Lantern Festival, the lanterns in the flower market were bright as day. The moon was above the willow branches, and people made an appointment at dusk. On this year's Lantern Festival, the moon and the lantern were still the same, but I didn't see the person from last year, tears wet the sleeves of my spring clothes. "
When Yun Ruoyue said this, her heart ached and her eyes turned red again!
When Chu Xuanchen heard this poem, he couldn't believe it.
This Yun Li was too amazing. Not only was his medical skills brilliant, his poems were even better than the previous one!
He thought that he had a hard heart, but he was moved by this poem!
This poem was filled with deep emotions. Yun Li often felt upset at the slightest thing, so this poem should be related to his state of mind. Was he upset over his missing fiancée?
He really envied his fiancée, to be able to make Yun Li miss her so much.
When the lady boss heard the poem, she was already moved. She wiped her tears and said excitedly, "Young Master, your poem is too good. It's really touching! The moon rises above the willow branches, and the people meet at dusk. This poem is really beautiful! "
"That's right, that's right. That line, 'Not seeing the person from last year, tears wet my sleeves' is especially touching. Not seeing the person from last year expresses the deep longing for the person. Good poem!"
"Young Master, this poem of yours has deeply moved me. Come, I'll keep my word. I'll give you these two sky lanterns. "As the lady boss said this, she handed the sky lanterns to Yun Ruoyue.
"Thank you." After Yun Ruoyue said this, she handed the sky lanterns to Chu Xuanchen and Yang Fei.
At this moment, the lady boss said again, "Young Master, you are really talented. Can, can you give me another poem? Don't worry. This is the last one. I'll treasure it well! "
Yun Ruoyue stared at the lady boss in surprise. She still wanted a poem?
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