This woman is over thirty and still acts cute, which only makes men feel uncomfortable.
“Uh…yes, he’s not only your husband, but also my husband, hehe…” Ji Bochang laughed.
"Cough cough!"
Jiang Ming coughed twice, feeling nauseous, and changed the subject, saying, "I just heard... that Madam is going to participate in some poetry competition?"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing Jiang Ming bring this up, the prefect's wife immediately became excited: "Immortal, oh, sir, you can perhaps write poetry?"
"hehe......"
Jiang Ming laughed and said, "I can't write poetry, but I can pray to the gods and ask them to bestow upon me a few poems that only heaven has..."
"real?!"
The magistrate's wife's eyes lit up instantly. Excitedly, she stood up and sat down next to Jiang Ming, grabbing his sleeve. Her pungent, womanly smell wafted over with her.
"Uh...uh..."
Jiang Ming quickly got up, kept a certain distance from her, and sat down next to Ji Bochang.
In this era of strict social norms, men and women were extremely distant from each other, so such behavior was truly audacious.
“Jin Feng, you must not be rude to the master…” Ji Bochang said with a slight frown.
"How have I been rude?"
The prefect's wife pouted and said coquettishly, "What a pedantic scholar..."
“Uh… Mr. Jiang,” Ji Bochang said with a smile, “My wife is simple-minded and likes to joke. Please don’t take offense.”
"Oh, it's nothing," Jiang Ming said with a smile. "Madam has a refined temperament and a deep love for poetry and songs. She is truly a talented woman."
"That's right, that's right..." Ji Bochang laughed, "My wife is known as the most talented woman in Dukang. She only shows such a childlike nature when facing poetry and songs. In her daily life, she is truly adept at managing the affairs of the mansion and running the outside businesses!"
"The most talented woman in Dukang? My apologies!" Jiang Ming quickly stood up and bowed to the woman named Jin Feng again.
The prefect's wife raised her eyebrows smugly, pouted, and said in a coquettish and willful tone, "Mr. Jiang, stop with the sweet talk. Ask the gods to send me a poem from the celestial realm so that Bo Chang and I can see it for ourselves..."
"Uh... okay!"
Jiang Ming frowned and pondered for a moment, then called his servants to bring him writing materials. He then wrote a poem by Liu Yong, "Rainy Night Bell: The Cicadas' Mournful Cry".
This is Liu Yong's most famous graceful and restrained poem.
If we say that Du Fu's "Ascending the Heights" is the greatest seven-character regulated verse of all time...
Liu Yong's poem "The Cicadas Cry Sadly" is the ultimate masterpiece in the world of poetry for wooing women, without exception, and no other poem can compare!
While others went to brothels to spend money, Liu Yong went to brothels to make money, which shows how well he understood women's hearts!
"The cicadas chirp mournfully, as evening falls on the long pavilion. The sudden rain has just ceased, and at the city gate, the farewell feast is joyless. Reluctantly, the orchid boat is urged to depart. Holding hands, we gaze at each other with tearful eyes, speechless and choked with emotion. Thinking of the thousand miles of misty waves ahead, the twilight deepens over the vast Chu sky... My God!"
As the prefect's wife read the poem written by Jiang Ming, tears streamed down her face. Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaved, and her face showed signs of oxygen intoxication.
She swayed slightly, her eyes blurred with tears, and she even staggered, unable to stand steadily.
"This...this really is celestial poetry! Waaah! My life has not been in vain, to be able to see celestial poems..." The prefect's wife was so excited that she started to sob.
"Hiss~!" Ji Bochang was also shocked by the profound skill of this poem, and looked at Jiang Ming with an even more incredulous look.
If you're talking about making up lies and claiming to be some kind of great immortal or divine being, relying solely on your smooth talk to fool people, anyone can do that!
Even if you gain the trust and recognition of others, it's all just empty talk.
But to be able to write lyrics like that, that's definitely real skill!
If he wasn't invited down from heaven, then this Jiang Daxian... how incredibly learned he must be!
Absolutely breathtakingly shocking!
"My dear husband, I'd like to stay up all night to ask Mr. Jiang for advice on poetry, is that alright? You go to sleep first, don't wait for me!"
Jiang Ming was somewhat surprised that the prefect's wife would make such a direct and excessive request to Ji Bochang.
"Indeed, am I right? Mr. Jiang is truly a remarkable person!" Ji Bochang laughed.
"No, no! That's against etiquette and might cause gossip!" Jiang Ming quickly feigned fear and refused, pretending to be confused.
"Oh dear! It's nothing!" Ji Bochang said with a smile. "Mr. Jiang, your wife is simple-minded. Don't overthink it. She'll be fine."
"Exactly! People shouldn't worry about things that aren't their own!"
This girl named Jin Feng pouted and said coquettishly, "Clean people worry about clean things, dirty people worry about dirty things. Only people with unclean hearts say others are unclean, just like your mother!"
She pointed directly at Ji Bochang's nose and said.
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