Woman, I'm not sleepy anymore when you say that. You two will have to hold on when the time comes.

"Woman, remember what you said."

Li Xiuzhu said, and continued to recite with his hands behind his back: "Let me borrow two ounces of ink from the world, one stroke of lovesickness and one stroke of error."

"Three more cups of wine in this world, to drink away the beauty of the four seasons."

This poem by Li Xiuzhu is different from the previous one. If the previous poem describes the beauty of the world and his own unrestrained and unruly life, then this poem describes the sadness and helplessness of not being able to get the love one wants but having to let it go.

The moment she drank three glasses of wine, her heart was dead.

If she had to say who she liked, Li Canghai liked this poem more than the previous one, even though she thought the previous one should be better.

Women tend to be emotional.

Silently, she wrote down the poem one by one, and she wanted to let more women know about it.

Especially those women sitting on the Qinhuai flower boats.

Compared with the young ladies from wealthy families, they can understand the meaning better.

Li Canghai's eyes were slightly red, but he smiled and asked, "Does your lord have any more?"

My eyes became red so easily, and I don’t know if it was because of sentimentality or because I could empathize with others.

If it's the latter... then I can only be a bad guy.

Don’t blame me for being a bad person, just blame the girl for being too charming. Besides, this was not his deliberate destruction, but the girl came to him on her own initiative.

Li Xiuzhu looked at Li Canghai, then smiled and said, "Of course, listen carefully."

"Let me borrow two ounces of ink from the world to write down the merits and faults of my half-life."

"I will borrow another jug ​​of wine from the world, to toast both my former enemies and friends."

Compared with the first and second poems, this one is more open-minded and unrestrained.

"Your Majesty is very talented. Good poems, good poems."

"In this year's poetry king election, your Majesty's poem will definitely be elected."

"If you ask me, you can just give the title of the Immortal Poet to the prince. It's totally unnecessary to wait for him to gain seniority every year."

Li Xiuzhu smiled when he heard this, neither confirming nor denying.

Li Canghai wrote down the poem silently. She was not deeply moved by this poem. Perhaps people with chivalrous hearts would like it more.

"Your Majesty, Canghai is so bold as to ask for a poem for a scholar."

Li Xiuzhu was stunned. There really was a scholar here, so he felt the same way just now?

As if he had noticed Li Xiuzhu's strangeness, Li Canghai explained, "It's not what Your Highness thinks, but I once saw a poor middle-aged scholar. I wanted to leave him two taels of silver so that he could eat, but he mistakenly thought that I looked down on him and jumped into the river."

"Cang Hai has always felt guilty about this, so he had his body collected and offered fruits to him every year."

"Perhaps I won't have the chance to stay in Qinhuai in the future. I want to ask for a poem for him and let the world remember it. In this way, even if I am not here, someone will definitely go to see him, and it will end the bond between us."

Li Xiuzhu understood what he said. After all, he was just a scholar who couldn't stand the blow.

Yes, it is normal for people to be down and out in middle age and unable to withstand setbacks.

It is true that it is related to Li Canghai. Perhaps Li Canghai's pity is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

It is well known that people with low self-esteem are more sensitive.

Maybe Li Canghai was just unlucky. When he wanted to end his life the most, he had an excuse, which made him seem less cowardly.

"Do you still need to borrow two ounces of ink from the world?"

Li Canghai's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Is it possible? If it is possible, Canghai would like to ask the prince to write a copy of my letter, so that it can be regarded as a gift from the prince and I to him together."

Li Xiuzhu smiled when he heard this.

Li Canghai smiled sweetly when she heard that. If it weren't for the presence of the Patriarch of the Sun Family and the Patriarch of the Zheng Family, she would have thrown herself into their arms.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Listen carefully!"

"Ah? Is it ready now?" Li Canghai was confused. She had just stated her request. Could this be the legendary seven-step poem?

"I can borrow two ounces of ink from the world, but I have no paper or pen to write about my misery."

"Take off your clothes to paint, and splash out the sorrows and joys of half a lifetime."

"I will borrow two more ounces of ink from the world to record the past, the past, and my life."

"I hope the breeze will bring me dreams of clouds, dreams of land, fragrance and fences."

Li Canghai paused for a moment, and her eyes turned red again. She understood Li Xiuzhu's intention from this poem.

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This poem describes a scholar who is down and out, taking stock of his life, not wanting to live anymore and wanting to end his life, and his attachment to the past and his hope to start his life over again.

After the ink fell, Li Canghai put the pen away and blew away the ink carefully. Then he turned to Li Xiuzhu and said affectionately: "My Lord, thank you."

This is not the future. Women in this era often have a single touching moment that lasts a lifetime.

The two men also saw that the two were getting closer and closer. Zheng Jingren was the first to speak: "Your Majesty, I have drunk too much. I will take my leave first."

Sun Qirui secretly called him an old fox and said, "Your Highness, I am not good at drinking either. Let me serve you well. Your Highness, take your leave."

Zheng Jingren's mouth twitched and he cursed inwardly: Shame on you.

You are the only one who has a daughter, right? Doesn't my Zheng family have a daughter? Even if there isn't one, don't my family members have one?

"Well, goodbye, both family heads."

Is this a proper way to go? For some reason, Zheng Jingren looked at the head of the Sun family and felt that the old man would not live long.

The oiran and the like are all the cause of trouble.

Sun Qirui did not have this realization and left with a smile.

At this moment, Li Canghai came up, looked up at Li Xiuzhu, and said softly: "My Lord, it's getting late. Let me serve you and let you rest."

Sun Youling, who was standing aside, was at a loss as to what to do. Her uneasy look made people feel distressed.

"My Lord, I will help you wash up."

"Youling, come with me."

Sun Youling seemed to have found a backbone and followed the two of them silently.

Li Xiuzhu was a little dusty after traveling all the way here, but Li Canghai had just washed up and put on makeup before Li Xiuzhu came, and it was still on the boat, so it was spotless and there was no need to wash it.

Li Canghai had no experience in serving others, let alone taking a bath, so the two of them were in a hurry and got wet.

Seeing this, Li Xiuzhu simply hugged the two of them and took a bath together.

It’s a bit of a pity. Li Canghai is dressed like a fairy today. If he doesn’t take it off, it will definitely look different.

It is windy today and the waves are rolling on the river. People who live on rivers know that this kind of weather is extremely unfriendly to people sleeping on the river. Few people can sleep in this kind of weather.

The famous painting studio also sways up and down on the waves, full of rhythm.

Fortunately, the wind only lasted one night and then stopped. As the wind stopped, the river gradually returned to calm.

The Minghuafang boat did not rush to dock and only slowly docked in the afternoon.

There were already quite a few people waiting on the shore, all of them were from the Zheng family and the Sun family.

(End of this chapter)