"Traveling the martial world?" Xu Taigong originally looked down on people from the martial world, but for some reason, looking at Nan Qianyue's demeanor and her poems, he found himself finding them more agreeable.
Learning is not about origin; a person who can produce such poetry and prose must be cultured and upright.
Xu Taigong looked at the southward-migrating Yue Suihe and said with a smile, "Daughters of noble families all value their reputation. You can face the past so honestly, so you must have a pure heart. You are a woman who is both beautiful and intelligent."
Since Master Xu has said so, those who wanted to make a fuss about a woman traveling the world during the Southern Migration Month can only keep their mouths shut.
"Thank you for your praise, Master Xu." Nanqianyue bowed again.
Old Master Xu stroked his beard and smiled, “It’s just that you really need to practice your calligraphy. If you don’t mind, you can study at Mingyi Hall.”
Mingyi Hall!
Everyone was surprised again, but those who read Nanqianyue's poem all felt that she was worthy, worthy of Xu Taigong's personal invitation.
Nanqian said with a smile, "Thank you, Grandfather Xu. I will inform my father when I return."
Old Master Xu smiled again before turning and walking toward the head seat.
"Gentlemen, would anyone like to share their poem?"
There was a moment of silence before the Second Prince spoke up, "Teacher, with such exquisite verses from Miss Nan, let us not embarrass ourselves by offering our own."
As he spoke, he cast an admiring glance at Nanqianyue.
He had initially intended to reluctantly accept the daughter of the Southern Prime Minister, but now it seemed she was quite a good match for him.
Old Master Xu waved his hand, "Then leave your poems and essays behind. I will review them one by one when I have time. When the time comes, you can send your servants to collect them."
"Thank you, Grandfather!" Everyone stood up and bowed.
"I'm not feeling well, so I won't watch everyone's poetry contest." Old Master Xu got up and left his seat.
Granddaughter Xu Jingyi, who was sitting in the audience, immediately went to help him up. "Grandpa, is your headache coming on again?"
Old Master Xu patted her hand, "It's alright, you just need some rest."
"Respectfully seeing off Grandfather." Everyone bowed.
Nan Kezhi looked down at the poem she had written, her face filled with sorrow. Two of the characters on it were decorated with flowers, which was because her hand had trembled when Prince Anzheng came over earlier.
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