He never expected that Xie Daoyun in this world would write the exact same poem as the talented woman with the same name in his previous life. For a moment, he felt like he was in a dream.

What is the connection between this world and the previous life? What is the relationship between this Xie Daoyun and the Xie Daoyun of my own world?

He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. So he simply stopped thinking about it. As the saying goes, "Drink today, for tomorrow we die." At least there were living, breathing people in front of him, so why worry unnecessarily?

"Brother Zu, was what I said inappropriate?" Xie Daoyun asked cautiously when he remained silent for a while.

Xie Xiu was a little annoyed. His sister was usually so confident in this area, but now she was doubting her own abilities first when facing Zu An. So he said, "Sister's words are so much better than mine."

Xie Daoyun snorted lightly: "Who's going to compare with you?"

Xie Xiu: "..."

I feel like I've been critically injured; she really is my older sister.

Zu An came to his senses: "Dao Yun is too modest. That line is excellent. I happen to have a poem here for you as well."

"Give it to me?" Xie Daoyun's cheeks flushed slightly, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I'm all ears."

Looking at her serene face, Zu An slowly said, "In those days, the willow catkins were beautiful, and the reflection of the flowers in the water was stunning; where is the pure heart? The mountain moon shines in the sky, and the snow illuminates it."

Xie Daoyun's face immediately turned red. Now that everyone was sitting by the lake, the water reflected everyone's faces. Was he praising me for being stunning?

What does the next sentence mean? Is he asking me who my heart belongs to?

"Thank you, Brother Zu. I'll go find some paper and write this down." Not knowing how to respond, she simply got up and fled the scene. When she returned to her room, her heart was pounding.

She took out her brush and ink. She was already skilled in calligraphy, and now, practicing runes under her master's guidance, her skills had improved even further. Not to mention a poem, she could quickly transcribe an entire article. But at this moment, her hand hovered in mid-air, unable to put pen to paper.

"How could he do this? He clearly has a wife." Xie Daoyun bit her red lips tightly, her heaving chest revealing her turbulent emotions.

Wait a minute, it seems Miss Chu and he have already divorced, so in a sense he is still single.

However, it seems that the Chu family and he still have a very close relationship...

Just then, the ink on the pen tip finally gave way and dripped onto the paper.

Ugh, this is so annoying!

Outside, Xie Xiu stared at Zu An in disbelief. If it weren't for his sister, he would have given her a thumbs up and praised her for her skill.

As a seasoned womanizer, how could he not see the destructive power of the other woman's poem? The sound of her hurried footsteps just now clearly indicated that she was in a state of turmoil.

He said irritably, "Brother Zu, don't you really have any older or younger sisters?"

Zuan shook his head: "No, I'm an orphan."

Xie Xiu could only curse her bad luck; she had suffered a huge loss this time.

Wait a minute, although he doesn't have a younger sister, his wife does. The eldest daughter of the Chu family has a younger sister.

However, the thought of Chu Huanzhao holding the Howling Whip sent a chill down his spine, and he immediately dismissed the idea.

"What are you talking about?" Just then, Xie Daoyun returned, her complexion had returned to normal, though there was still a barely perceptible blush.

“It’s nothing,” Zuan smiled, then his gaze fell on the scroll in her hand. “Have you finished writing? Let me see.”

He took the roll of white paper from her hand and unfolded it, exclaiming, "Daoyun, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

Her handwriting is very delicate; just by looking at the characters, you can tell it was written by a gentle and quiet beauty.

Gao Ying's calligraphy was already quite good, but it's still far inferior to hers.

"That's right, my sister's calligraphy is famous in Mingyue City. Many people are willing to pay a fortune for a piece of her work," Xie Xiu boasted proudly. However, he regretted it as soon as he said it. Why was he showing off? The more he praised his sister, the more covetous some people would become.

"It's not that exaggerated. Most of them are just trying to please our father," Xie Daoyun said somewhat shyly.

"Dao Yun is too modest. We have all seen your talent." Zu An smiled. "By the way, didn't we owe you a song before? I have just thought of a suitable one."

"Really?" Xie Daoyun was both surprised and delighted. She had always loved these kinds of things, and what's more, she had seen Zu An's very unique musical style last time, which made her even more curious.

"Would I lie to you?" In his previous life, Zu An read "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and was particularly curious about the piece "Guangling San". He searched for it online, but unfortunately, he could only listen to it as a keyboard warrior and didn't have the ability to play it.

He couldn't memorize the sheet music before, but now that his cultivation level is getting higher and higher, his memory is also getting stronger and stronger, and he can gradually recall some things he has seen before.

Next, he showed Xie Daoyun the score in the way this world records it. Xie Daoyun was itching to play and invited the two of them into the house. After all, playing the zither is an elegant thing, and it would be detrimental to the mood to play the zither while eating and drinking.

Xie Xiu looked dejected, glancing longingly at the copper pot beside him, thinking, "I'm not full yet." But he didn't dare spoil his sister's fun, so he could only follow along sullenly.

Xie Daoyun first washed her hands with clean water, dried them with a white cloth, then lit a pot of sandalwood incense. Next, she carefully took out a guqin (a seven-stringed zither). The whole process was full of classical and tranquil beauty.

Zuan watched with admiration, thinking to himself that this was true ritual.

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