"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace?"
Sun Jian uttered the first two lines of the poem without any further pause, which made Magistrate Wang and Governor Yao frown and begin to analyze the poem with serious expressions.
Sun Jian ignored them and immediately recited the next few lines.
"I long to ride the wind and return, but I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers are too cold at such heights."
"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world..."
"Well said! What a wonderful saying: 'I fear the jade palaces and towers, for the higher one climbs, the colder it gets!'"
"What a beautiful scene of dancing and playing with one's shadow! How unlike the mortal world!"
Governor Yao was so shocked by the words Sun Jian blurted out that he stood up from his chair, his pupils wide as cowbells, nodding and praising repeatedly.
But he could keep his voice very low, just so as not to interrupt Sun Jian from continuing to create.
Magistrate Wang was once again stunned by Sun Jian's outstanding talent, and unconsciously stood up from his chair, staring intently at Sun Jian.
Sun Jian paused here for a long time, and only continued reciting when he felt the time was right.
"Turning through the vermilion pavilion, lowering the embroidered window, the light shines on the sleepless."
"There should be no resentment, so why does the moon always seem to be full when we are apart?"
"this……"
"Such poetry..."
The more they read, the more shocked Magistrate Wang and Governor Yao became, their breathing even becoming rapid.
They could never have imagined how Sun Jian had so cleverly put together such stunning and exquisite words to create this masterpiece.
Whether it's the charm, the flavor, or the artistic conception, it's absolutely amazing.
"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect."
Sun Jian opened his eyes, poured himself another cup of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and then threw the cup out of the second-floor window.
"But...may we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, though separated by a thousand miles!"
After reciting the entire poem, Sun Jian pretended to be exhausted, leaning lazily against the chair, shaking his head and swaying his body as if he hadn't had enough.
For a long time, there was no sound from the room.
Magistrate Wang and Governor Yao were still reeling from the shock of Sun Jian's poem, unable to extricate themselves for quite some time.
It wasn't that they were unsophisticated; it was just that they couldn't imagine that someone like Sun Jian could produce such evocative and thought-provoking masterpieces of poetry.
Governor Yao gazed intently at Sun Jian, secretly admiring him.
This young man is indeed extraordinary. It seems that my urgent dispatch was a bit too simplistic.
There's definitely more to him than what we currently know...
He can invent new grain varieties, create all kinds of powerful weapons, wipe out all bandits with zero casualties while chatting and laughing, possess unpredictable medical skills, and now has such poetic talent.
Such a person wouldn't be an exaggeration to call himself a genius of his time!
Sun Jian was not sure what the two men were thinking at that moment, but he could read something different in their shocked eyes.
"Quickly! Order someone to fetch pen and ink. While Mr. Wang can still remember the entire poem, we must write it down. This poem... this poem will surely shock the literary world, and Mr. Sun will surely be remembered in history!"
Magistrate Wang hurriedly instructed the servants waiting at the entrance of the restaurant to serve him writing materials, while Governor Yao raised a cup of wine and respectfully toasted Sun Jian.
"Sir, your poem is truly a masterpiece! The words are full of spirit, perfectly natural, and the emotions and feelings are like the beating of a soul. It is a masterpiece that has been passed down for a hundred years. I, Yao, am ashamed to admit that I am not as good as you."
"With this poem out, who in Daqian would dare to write poetry again?"
"It is my honor to meet you today, sir.
Sun Jian smiled and replied, "Lord Yao is too modest. You are a high-ranking official, while I am just an ordinary citizen. I cannot accept such praise from you."
If a single poem like "Shuidiao Getou" can shock you all like this, then imagine how astonished you would be if you could just casually recite poems like "Ascending the Heights," "Yu Meiren," or "Ode to the Red Cliff."
Despite his thoughts, Sun Jian wasn't planning to reveal all his cards yet. After all, there was still a long road ahead. He understood the saying, "People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat." Right now, he was dealing with good officials like Yao Tianzheng and Wang Zhongwu, and the real "enemies" hadn't shown themselves yet.
"Our Dagan has always been strong in martial arts but weak in literature. With a person of great talent like you, sir, the revitalization of Dagan's literary scene is just around the corner. It is very possible that you will become a great literary master in a short time!"
"This is a great achievement for me, a great achievement for all people."
"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it."
"Sir, you possess such great talent and know how to be so humble, which is truly rare. I believe that after today, this poem will quickly spread throughout the country, and your name will resound throughout the literary world!"
...
As the two were talking, Magistrate Wang had already finished writing, carefully blowing on the ink on the paper, afraid of smudging the completed poem.
"Sir, this poem has been copied. Please take a look and see if there are any problems."
Sun Jian turned his head to look and saw that the handwriting was neat and the strokes were strong and powerful. He exclaimed with satisfaction.
Sun Jian knew in his heart that Governor Yao was right. From today onward, this poem would likely spread rapidly throughout the entire Daqian Kingdom, and even to the surrounding three kingdoms. At that time, his name would no longer be merely that of a commoner.
While a person gains fame and honor, danger may also be lurking nearby.
This is what the old saying goes: fortune is the harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune is the harbinger of fortune.
Sun Jian exchanged a few more polite words with Governor Yao, and they drank a few more cups together. Seeing that it was almost time, he brought up the idea of returning to the village. However, before Governor Yao could even speak, a commotion broke out at the entrance of Juxianlou.
"I have urgent business with Sun Jian! Please let me in."
"How dare you! The person you're looking for isn't inside! Get out of here!"
"The person above is a high-ranking official of the imperial court, the governor of Yongzhou. No one is allowed to approach him."
"If anyone dares to cause any more trouble, they will be killed on the spot!"
"You...you've gone too far! I asked my uncle, and he said Sun Jian is upstairs. Let me in..."
Old Jiang was covered in dust and sweat, but he was not afraid of the sharp blades drawn by the guards at the door and continued to argue his case.
The guard drew his sword and threatened, "Who knows your uncle! Get out of here!"
When Sun Jian heard Lao Jiang's voice, he thought he had misheard.
After all, their private room was still some distance from the main entrance, and even with the window open, the noise was barely audible. If the window were closed, the noise at the main entrance would be completely inaudible.
"Could it be that someone is causing trouble?"
Sun Jian frowned, got up and moved closer to the window, wanting to listen more carefully.
As they got closer, Old Jiang's voice suddenly became clearer.
Even if you kill me today, I will still go in!
"Sun Jian, are you inside? Sun Jian!"
"That voice...it's...it's Old Jiang!"
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