Next year, when the spring breeze returns, this flower will no longer be as vibrant as that one. (Note: A poem by Mo Gaoming of the Yuan Dynasty, based on the story of the pipa, and Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, titled "Falling Flowers in Spring")
Golden Thread Robe
Do not waste your golden robes, but cherish your youth.
Pluck the flower while it blooms, for lest you find only bare branches left to pluck. (Note: Du Qiuniang, Tang Dynasty)
After Gu Fang finished reading, the hall was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.
A moment later, everyone came to their senses and couldn't help but clap and cheer!
Jiang Xue turned into a fangirl, her mouth agape as wide as an egg: "This is a masterpiece! Your Highness, you are so amazing! What a wonderful poem! What a wonderful poem!"
Leng Qinghuan made no attempt to hide her admiration: "Sixth Sister, you've made a name for yourself! I admire you."
Li Cheng'an muttered to himself, "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, lest they wither and fall, leaving only bare branches..."
Other students exclaimed, "Incredible! The young king has composed two masterpieces with completely different moods and artistic conceptions in such a short period of time. It's truly remarkable!"
"Yes, even if I wait for ten years, I still won't be able to write it."
The students were all reminiscing about the poems and prose.
Only Leng Qinghan looked gloomy, her eyes slightly red, the veins on her neck bulging, and her back teeth grinding together. She never dreamed that this village girl would have such literary talent! Her fists cracked, and her eyes were filled with intense jealousy, resentment, and hatred!
At this moment, Leng Huaichuan, who was sitting in the last row, was writing furiously. He wanted to copy down his younger sister's masterpiece, write a letter, and send it to the Grand Tutor's mansion as soon as possible.
Good news, of course I had to share it with my brothers right away.
My younger sister's talent deserves to be witnessed by him as well.
As for why he was sitting in the last row? The princes and princesses should have been sitting in the front row, but due to his tyrannical power, a certain student had to switch places with him.
Leng Huaichuan had already mastered the coursework, but to avoid being "forced into marriage," he deliberately failed the exams every time, which is why he never graduated.
(Different from princes, princesses can marry and study without conflict, but princes cannot marry until they graduate; they must first be engaged and can only marry after graduation.)
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That concludes today's lessons.
Leng Qingning went straight back to Anning Palace to wash up and go to bed.
She had no idea that her three masterpieces would spread throughout the entire city of Chang Le overnight.
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