The first page shows a copy of the Tsumabushi (a type of sagacious woman).

The second page reads: "Returning from flower viewing, the horse gallops swiftly; the effects of the wine subside, and dusk has fallen."

As for the last page, it contains these four lines of poetry after being rearranged.

His gaze kept shifting between the second and third pages, his eyes filled with amazement.

Who did this?!

Wenqing Pine?

Won't!

That guy doesn't have that kind of talent!

Yan Zhenhui?

Su Banshan?

That's not like their style at all!

He Zhongting looked conflicted.

He really wanted to go to the restaurant and ask Situ Changqing a good question.

But looking at the open door to the study, he simply didn't have the courage to step out.

He feared that if he acted impulsively, he would end up copying not just a 10,000-word wife's code, but a 100,000-word one!

In fact, He Zhongting was not the only one who was equally amazing.

The literary circle is neither too large nor too small.

Once this news spread, it immediately attracted the attention of writers in the literary circle.

For a moment, everyone was guessing what I was thinking.

Everyone is speculating about who wrote this poem.

It wasn't that no one thought of Fusheng, but they quickly nipped the idea in the bud.

Because this is a repetition of the character "回" (huí).

It's not that I'm questioning Fusheng's talent.

However, looking at all of Fusheng's works, the vast majority consist of only a few lines.

In particular, he recently went completely mad and wrote the line "If Heaven had feelings, Heaven would grow old," a line that no one has been able to match to this day.

This also leads to the fact that, as long as a poem is fully formed, people will always actively filter out the fleeting nature of life.

And just then...

Someone posted a picture on Weibo of a poem that Fusheng had written on rice paper before, and compared it with the calligraphy outside the restaurant.

The title is simply: "Please compare the handwriting."

It would have been better if I hadn't looked at it.

When they compared them, everyone was stunned!

This poem is truly the work of Fusheng.

Does that mean that Fusheng has already arrived in Huazhou?

Are you here to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Competition?

Immediately, many of Fusheng's fans rushed to the restaurant, hoping to wait and see what happened.

As for Lin Rui, the person involved, he wasn't there at all.

Accompanied by Chen Bin, he spent the entire afternoon touring the sights of Huazhou.

It must be acknowledged that Washington State's ranking as the third best place to live in the world is not without reason.

People living in such a beautiful place, with its birdsong, fragrant flowers, clear waters, and lush mountains, can live several years longer than people in other states.

"What's going on?"

It was already night.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, and stars fall like rain.

Because of the arrival of autumn, the temperature is slightly cool, and gusts of breeze occasionally rise up, rustling the swaying bare branches.

Lin Rui's expression turned strange.

Literary reputation experienced an extremely unusual fluctuation in growth.

"Is it because of the poem?"

"That's not right."

"You've written plenty of poems before, so why did this one suddenly turn out like this?"

Lin Rui was quite puzzled.

Chen Bin could tell that Lin Rui had something on his mind, but he didn't ask.

His master, Hongbo, had given him some advice.

Ask what you should ask. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

When working alongside outstanding individuals, it is essential to know how to conceal one's shortcomings and always remember one's role as an assistant rather than the main one.

"Look! It's Miss Yan!"

"Yan Zhenhui's daughter?"

"Yes, that's her!"

"I heard that Miss Yan wants to compose a poem based on the love story of the goddess and Niu Sheng."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

…

A burst of noise and discussion disturbed Lin Rui's thoughts.

When I came to my senses, I saw two three-meter-tall stone statues standing a hundred meters ahead.

However, the placement height is different.

At the top is a lifelike fairy.

Below is a statue of a farmer riding a yellow ox.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is said to have originated from a fairy in the moon palace who longed to descend to the mortal world and fell in love with a cow.

But the gods in the heavens soon noticed and, in their fury, took the Moon Palace Fairy away, thus separating her from Niu Shengtian forever.

Later, folklore circulated that the fairy and the ox could only meet briefly during the Mid-Autumn Festival each year.

"Let's go take a look."

It's not that I'm interested in that Miss Yan.

Lin Rui simply wanted to learn about this mythological story.

After all, there are fairly detailed records beneath the statue.

This Miss Yan is quite famous, attracting many learned scholars and literati who all eagerly await her arrival.

Lin Rui glanced at Miss Yan not far away, but perhaps due to insufficient light, he couldn't see her in full.

Even so, he still got the impression that she came from a scholarly family.

She held a calligraphy brush, looked up at the sky, pondered for a moment, and then wrote a line of characters on the spread-out Xuan paper.

With the help of the fairly bright lights around them, the people could barely make out the characters on the Xuan paper.

The Slender Gold style of calligraphy.

Someone came forward with a lantern, took a closer look, and then recited aloud.

"Autumn wind blows through the trees at night, stars fall like rain, the moon is full, tears fall among the flowers, where can I speak of my sorrow?"

At this moment, Miss Yan dipped her hand in ink and continued writing.

However, this time, she suddenly sped up her writing!

The person holding the lantern beside him was also reciting in unison.

"In the past there were songs and strings played at night, now there are graceful dances that captivate the city."

"If flowers could be pitied, sand would slip through fingers; beauty fades in an instant. When all the duckweed is gone, I will keep you company in solitude."

"The pipa plays, the sheng and xiao rise, the qin and se strings resonate, but nothing is more chaotic than the human heart. I wish to dance with you and be loved for a lifetime."