Upon hearing the word "will," he pulled Chu Qinghe to a lantern shop where people could exchange poems for lanterns.
At the same time, he said to Chu Qinghe, "Young master, I just checked. Other shops can only exchange one poem for two or three lanterns, but this shop can exchange one poem for five. That's perfect, one for each of us."
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper smiled and added, "If the poem is excellent, you can exchange it for five lanterns. Would you like to try, young master? It only costs ten coins."
As she spoke, Qu Feiyan stared longingly at Chu Qinghe.
Not to mention Qu Feiyan, even Dongfang Bubai and the other women were all focused on Chu Qinghe at this moment.
Seeing this, Chu Qinghe sighed and then looked at the shopkeeper, asking, "What are the requirements for the theme of this poem?"
The shopkeeper glanced at Dongfang Bubai and the other women, then smiled and replied, "Love."
"Love?"
Chu Qinghe stroked his chin, and his mental repertoire surged forth one idea after another.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Qinghe said to Qu Feiyan, "Give me the money."
Upon hearing this, Qu Feiyan quickly counted out ten coins from her purse and gave them to the shopkeeper.
After receiving the money, the shopkeeper gestured to Chu Qinghe and said, "Please, young master."
After speaking, the shopkeeper took the initiative to walk to a specially reserved table, spread out the paper, and grind ink for Chu Qinghe.
Pick up the brush next to me, dip it lightly in the ink, and the tip of the brush will fall onto the paper.
As the ink left its mark, the three characters "Qing Yu An" appeared on the pristine white paper.
The characters are written with slender and vigorous strokes, so thin that they do not lose their flesh, and the large characters are especially graceful.
Just looking at these few words, Yaoyue couldn't help but nod and comment, "Good calligraphy."
Hearing Yaoyue's words beside him, Chu Qinghe also had a smile on his lips.
In his previous life, Chu Qinghe spent a lot of time practicing the Slender Gold style of calligraphy in order to cater to his clients.
With the memories of this life, his Slender Gold calligraphy style alone has already reached a high level of proficiency.
After admiring Chu Qinghe's calligraphy, Yaoyue's gaze swept over Chu Qinghe's brushstrokes one after another.
The shopkeeper standing nearby muttered to himself after Chu Qinghe wrote each sentence.
"The east wind blows at night, setting a thousand trees ablaze with blossoms. It also blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of precious carriages and carved horses. The sound of phoenix flutes stirs, the jade pot shines, and fish and dragons dance all night long."
"Moths, willows, and golden threads. Laughter and whispers, a lingering fragrance. I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd. Suddenly, I turned around, and there he was, in the dim light."
At first, the shopkeeper wasn't particularly interested in what he was saying, but later, when his gaze fell on the paper, he couldn't look away.
He looked particularly amazed when reciting the last line, "Suddenly I turned around, and there she was, in the dim light."
Meanwhile, Yaoyue and Dongfang Bubai, who were standing beside Chu Qinghe, couldn't help but mutter this phrase, their eyes sparkling with admiration.
It's important to understand that people sometimes unconsciously develop a sense of identification with someone else.
Just like Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue at this moment, when they saw the poem that Chu Qinghe had just learned, both of them couldn't help but have a feeling.
"This poem is imitation of one I wrote."
With this in mind, the two women's gazes shifted slightly, and when they looked at Chu Qinghe, their eyes softened unconsciously.
Although Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, who were standing to the side, did not understand poetry, they could feel the beauty in the words just by listening to the shopkeeper recite them.
And it strangely complements tonight's lantern festival.
Therefore, Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao were impressed by Chu Qinghe's literary talent at this moment.
Xiao Zhao couldn't help but exclaim, "Young Master is so amazing!"
Hearing Xiao Zhao's voice, Chu Qinghe smiled gently.
In my heart, I am grateful for the nine years of compulsory education in my previous life, and also grateful that those great poets in this world do not exist.
After putting down his pen, Chu Qinghe asked, "Can I exchange it for five?"
The shopkeeper, who had been lost in the poetry, snapped out of his reverie and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, sir, please feel free to choose any of these lanterns."
After nodding slightly, Chu Qinghe said to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, "Go and choose!"
Upon hearing this, Qu Feiyan cheered and then pulled Xiao Zhao to make her selections.
Occasionally, he would ask Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue for their opinions.
While responding to Qu Feiyan and Xiao Zhao, Yaoyue and Dongfang Bubai focused their attention on the shopkeeper.
Both women frowned as they watched the shopkeeper carefully put away the poem as if it were a priceless treasure.
Clearly, in the two women's minds, this item shouldn't belong to the shopkeeper, but to them.
As if guessing what the two women were thinking, Chu Qinghe said, "It's just a poem. If you want, I can write another one. Exchanging a poem for a lantern is what we get today, isn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Bubai and Yaoyue turned their attention away and began selecting their favorite lanterns.
However, as she made her selection, Yaoyue's lips moved slightly.
At the same time, the fluctuations of true energy within Zi Yaoyue's body appeared and disappeared in an instant. These subtle fluctuations were so subtle that Dongfang Bubai, whose gaze was moving back and forth across the lanterns, did not even notice them.
A short while later, as each of the women and Chu Qinghe held an exquisite lantern, they left amidst the shopkeeper's gratitude.
Just as the shopkeeper returned to the shop to admire the calligraphy left by Chu Qinghe, several disciples of the Yihua Palace dressed in snow-white dresses suddenly rushed into the shop.
A moment later, as the disciples of the Yihua Palace left, the shopkeeper of the lantern shop stuffed the gold he had just received into his sleeve.
Feeling the weight of the sleeves, the shopkeeper of this lantern shop walked with a light, airy gait.
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