The crescent moon threaded a needle, the shadows of flowers dripped with the sound of a water clock.
At midnight, I gazed with you at the Milky Way, which was perfectly full.
This poem, set against a backdrop of lush greenery, and featuring two figures standing hand in hand against the backdrop of that scenery, is quite fitting.
But for a moment, Qian Shengyan was stunned.
She...she knows this poem.
No, or rather, she knew the "original text" of the poem...
However, two lines differed from the "original text," transforming the originally poignant and unfulfilled longing for love into a love poem between two people.
She stared at the poem for a moment, then suddenly smiled, her eyes reddening.
"What's wrong? Did I write it badly?" Yinzhen was still a little nervous, but seeing that Qian Shengyan seemed about to cry, he felt a little emotional. He almost blurted out, "Did you see another poem called 'Qixi Festival'?" but he suppressed it.
He pursed his lips, raised his arm to hug Qian Shengyan, gently kissed the top of her head, and silently said "thank you".
Thank you for her existence, so that he doesn't have to write those lonely and longing words from his dreams and real life.
Without needing to say much, the two almost perfectly understood each other's thoughts. After a long silence, Qian Shengyan finally whispered, "Your Majesty..."
"Hmm?" Yinzhen replied gently.
Qian Shengyan leaned against him without looking up, and asked in a low voice, "What does the Emperor intend to do with the two Mongolian princesses? Does he...do he want to keep one of them in the harem?"
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"Qixi Festival" by Qing Yinzhen
A clear blue sky stretches for miles, where magpies ride on a celestial bridge.
Even the Heavenly Grandson has a promise; how can the human world be so heartless?
The crescent moon threaded a needle, the shadows of flowers dripped with the sound of a water clock.
As the night grows cool, I lean against the railing, where the Milky Way shines brightly.
(This is the original text. Historically, the love poems written by the Fourth Prince were all very poignant and tragic.)
(The poem in this article is a rough adaptation by the author, whose literary skills are limited. Just enjoy it for fun, don't try to imitate it.)
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