My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 748 - 457_2

Chapter 748: 457_2

However, the latter was mostly serious and rarely joked, but from time to time, he would glance at Zhao Rong...

"Mr. Zhao," at this moment, the young Emperor raised his glass and said with concern, "This journey must have been very tough on all of you. This cup of wine, I offer to you on behalf of the people of Great Li as a token of our gratitude."

Though he was young and his voice still had a childish tone, raw and unripe, his little face was serious.

Zhao Rong nodded, received the wine cup passed to him by a beautiful woman sitting next to him, clasped it with both hands, and returned the gesture, "I dare not accept such high praise. It’s all part of my duty."

The young Emperor seemed to remember something and couldn’t help saying, "Mr. Zhao, your two poetic masterpieces have spread throughout Hanjing, I... I have read them many times, and the more I read, the more amazed I become."

In the middle of speaking, the young Emperor couldn’t help but put down his wine cup, slightly tilted his head back, gazing upwards, and recited, "... after searching for him thousands of times in the crowd... suddenly turning back, that person stands... stands amidst the dimming lights... amidst the dimming lights..."

The young Emperor had a certain musical cadence befitting poetry as he enunciated each word, with a look of admiration on his face.

At this point, he turned his head excitedly, staring intently at Zhao Rong with raised eyebrows, "Mr. Zhao, the imagery and rhyme of this are simply too beautiful. Many of the poems I read before just can’t compare. Is this... is this the legendary Nanshan Grade poetry?"

Zhao Rong didn’t answer right away but paid attention to something else.

He looked at the excited young boy in front of him and then glanced at the expressions of the ministers in the hall; it seemed everyone was aware of the poetry he had written.

Spread throughout Hanjing?

Zhao Rong was somewhat taken aback. Was this the doing of the Dugu family, or was it Li Mingyi who had helped spread his fame? No wonder he had received such a warm welcome upon entering the city today; it wasn’t entirely due to his handsome face.

The young Confucian Scholar coughed and shook his head, "Your Majesty flatters me too much. I merely stand upon the shoulders of the great forerunners, and my success is but fortuitous."

The young Emperor shook his head, "Mr. Zhao, you are too modest. The Teachers have all expressed awe of this particular verse. I’ve heard from those below that you composed this for the Fairy of Ziwei Pavilion, who is renowned for her beauty; she is indeed very fortunate."

Zhao Rong took a sip of his drink, looking down.

However, the young Emperor continued to marvel, saying, "The first part of this poem intertwines the candlelight, the moon, and the fireworks with the music of reed-pipes to depict a vivid scene of celebration, while the second part presents a dazzling array of lovely women, all for that one person in the poet’s heart."

"Hiss, suddenly turning back... amidst the dimming lights..." He analyzed it thoroughly, striking his hand emphatically, "Moreover, without her, the one amidst the dimming lights, what meaning or joy would the rest have!"

"Mr. Zhao! Is this the profound message you were trying to convey with this poem?" The slender and delicate young Emperor’s face flushed with excitement, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong: "..."

He couldn’t help but look at the young Emperor’s expression and really wanted to say... well, not really.

But since they liked to imagine things their way, Zhao Rong couldn’t explain.

"Ahem." He didn’t say much but just lightly bowed to the young Emperor and the ministers.

"Also, there is the other poem about the Jade Hand," but the young Emperor was not done with him yet, continuing excitedly to recite, "The beauty from the North Country... with brows more charming than the crescent moon..."

Zhao Rong felt a bit awkward; what should have been a nice banquet was turning out like a fan meeting.

Hmm, "About the young Emperor of Great Li being my little fanboy"?

He began to understand why people in his past life said poets like Li Bai and Su Dongpo were the celebrities of their time; these talented poets truly were akin to superstars in an era with such sparse entertainment...

The enthusiastic young Emperor reached out to grab Zhao Rong’s sleeve, but Zhao Rong, experienced in these matters, subtly pulled his hand away.

However, the young Emperor didn’t notice and continued, "Mr. Zhao, you have no idea how popular the poem about the Jade Hand is in the Music Workshop; it really pleases those sisters under the crescent moon..."

Zhao Rong resigned himself to just play along.

The banquet hall buzzed with the ministers all chiming in, creating a lively atmosphere.

The young Emperor seemed very happy tonight, with no mother at the banquet and his uncle not minding his closeness with Zhao Rong, so the young Emperor couldn’t help but drink a few extra cups of wine.

Furthermore, these two poems supposedly about a woman’s charm also filled the young boy with longing, giving him a somewhat vague and confused notion of the beauty of women.

At that moment, the beautiful woman sitting next to him reached out a pair of Jade Hands to pour wine for the young Emperor.

He took the cup in a daze, his eyes fixated on the beautiful Jade Hands, and felt them to be incredibly beautiful; he seemed inclined to compose a poem himself.

It was just that the young Emperor was still a child with little education, so he couldn’t come up with any fine words, so he had to let it go. However, the boy couldn’t help but reach out and pinch the jade hand of the beauty accompanying him for drinks.

The latter smiled tenderly

The young Emperor looked startled, feeling something strange, but also wonderful.

His face flushed, he felt like letting go.

Zhao Rong saw this scene and couldn’t help but grin.

Li Mingyi, on the other hand, glanced sideways with a frown.

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PS: Refresh in the morning.

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Spread throughout Hanjing?

Zhao Rong was slightly taken aback. Was this the doing of the Dugu clan, or was it Li Mingyi who was helping to promote his name? No wonder he was so popular when he entered the city today. It wasn’t solely due to his handsome face.

The young Confucian Scholar coughed and shook his head, "Your Majesty flatters me. It’s merely something I stumbled upon standing on the shoulders of those great predecessors who aimed for the lofty mountains."

The young Emperor shook his head, "Mr. Zhao is too modest. The teachers all marvel at this poem of yours. I’ve heard from people below that you wrote it for the Fairy of Ziwei Pavilion, whose beauty is renowned far and wide. That Fairy is indeed fortunate."

Zhao Rong bowed his head and drank.

However, the young Emperor continued to exclaim, "The upper couplet of this poem—lanterns, the moon, fireworks, and flutes interweaving into a jubilant scene, along with the lower couplet depicting an eye-dazzling procession of stunning ladies—all set up for that one person in mind."

"Ss, suddenly turning back... to find the lights dimming away," he analyzed fervently as he pounded his hand, "And moreover, if she were not there at the lights dimming, then what meaning or interest would all of that hold!"

"Mr. Zhao! Is this the profound meaning that you wanted to convey when you composed this poem?" The delicate and frail young Emperor’s face flushed with excitement, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong: "..."

He couldn’t help but look at the Emperor’s expression and wanted to say... um, it wasn’t.

But they liked to imagine things, and Zhao Rong had no way to explain.

"Cough, cough." He said no more, just gave a slight bow to the young Emperor and the ministers.

"By the way, there’s another poem about ’Parting with the Beauty.’" However, the young Emperor did not let go