Lying at night, listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the ice river come into my dreams...

A Jiao looked at the vigorous and powerful words blankly, and the strength seemed to pass through the paper, turning and falling, flowing and flowing, and the word was completed in one go, and the word never stopped at all, just like the demeanor of everyone. How many years of practice would it take to be like this.

At first, she was only impressed by poetry and prose, but after reading it for a few days, even this word was amazing. I believe that General Lu You and Lu were not only brave and passionate, but also a scholar who cultivated his character and was noble and elegant. There are only a few heroes like him in the world.

Every few days she would come with her grandfather. Yan Zhangu would hand over the talented poems to her grandfather for her to review, and then write a comment or two to comment A, B, C and D.

If the poems that attracted her the most in the past were her own talent and she was proud of her, and she became famous in Kyoto. Ordinary people say that her talent is even higher than that of Wangjiang Tower. Although she tried her best to act calmly, because her grandfather said that those who are proud of her will hurt her, she was naturally happy.

But now it’s different. I don’t know when it started, probably recently, she has no intention of reading those poems.

Every time I come to Wangjiang Tower, I will take a look at the "Storm and Rain Work on November 4th". Sometimes I look at the snow-white world outside the window from the corridor and the streets in front of the building. What are I always looking forward to...

What are you looking forward to? She doesn't even think about it.

"That boy probably won't come today. If I ask, I'll probably guess that he's too cold to leave." Degong said funny, stroking his beard with one hand and evaluating poetry with the other.

Gillian didn't dare to speak, and always felt that the more she spoke, the more she felt guilty.

"The Plum Garden Poetry Conference will begin in five days. I thought it was just for you young talented people to discuss with each other, but I didn't expect that Yu Cheng'an and Yue Weng heard about this and agreed to come here too. I'm afraid I'll be in charge at that time." Yihua Garden is famous for its plum blossoms, so it is also called Plum Garden.

"Then I'll have a lot of money. It's good that the talented and talented people show their breasts just to hope that someone will appreciate it, and that's good that the adults are here." Jiao said she had no objection. She wanted to hold a poetry meeting at first because she really liked poetry and lyrics, but now, especially after listening to the prince's words, she suddenly felt that maybe those things were not that important.

I hope the prince will go there at that time, but his unruly personality must not go there. If he doesn't like poetry, he really won't pay attention to it... I can't help but sigh when I think of this.

The third floor was quiet again, and Jiao looked at the vigorous and powerful words quietly, and Degong continued to savor those words of varying quality.

Until a long time later, the sound of footsteps and the anxious shouts of Manager Yan interrupted the silence. He Qian, armed in her arms, rushed upstairs, but Yan Zhanguillo could not stop him.

She was stunned at the two of them, and then said in surprise: "Grandpa Wang, Sister Jiao, why are you here too!"

Gillian looked at the powerful little girl and said with a funny look: "Why can't we be here? Grandpa and I often come here."

He Qian sat down at their table without hesitation: "Where is Li Xingzhou?"

"Are you here to find the prince?" Gillian asked curiously.

He Qian was stunned, and his hand that went to get the cup shook his head, and quickly shook his head: "Of course not! What am I doing with him? I hate him so much."

Gillian smiled and sat down, poured her warm wine: "Why do you think of coming here?"

"It's just... this third floor is mysterious and ordinary people don't let it go, so I just want to come and take a look." He Qian took the wine glass and explained.

"You girl's temperament, He Zhao is afraid that he will be so worried." Degong couldn't help but shake his head in a funny way.

"Grandpa Wang, don't talk nonsense. I told my father wherever I went." He Qian fought back proudly. Since yesterday, she had agreed with her father, and she would tell him wherever she went in the future.

Gillian took a photo of the snow on the corner of her skirt, "The third floor is not a mysterious secret, but it is small and limited, and it cannot accommodate many people. There are also Mr. Lu's work, so it is also worth not letting idle people wait. Don't make things difficult for the prince."

"I can't make things difficult for him. What I make things difficult for me is the display cabinet." He Qian was justified, which made Gillian laugh: "You know that this restaurant belongs to the prince, isn't it just to make things difficult for the prince?"

The little girl also knew that she was making a point and her face turned slightly red: "Sister Gillian, where are you standing on? You are biased towards that bastard!"

"I just talk about the matter, how could I lean towards whom?" Gillian hurriedly said.

"Hmph, I want to see what masterpiece it is." He Qian said as she stood up to see the high-end "The Wind and Rain Work on November 4th".

Gillian ignored her. She was always so popular. She turned around and started to drink warmly. Otherwise, the little girl would have to drink again. The cold weather was cold and the cold wine hurt her body. But after a while, there was still no movement. She turned around and found that the little girl stared at the poem without moving, and looked carefully as if she was possessed.

Could it be that I was shocked by this poem? It was true that the first time I saw it, Master Lu's poems entered the house, with a powerful aura and really fascinating.

"How is Miss He impressed, right?" Gillian smiled.

He Qian was still reading the poem, muttering to herself, "It's so strange..." and "It's really like", which made her confused. What's wrong with this girl?

Gillian gradually realized something was wrong with her. After thinking about it carefully, it was spread throughout Kyoto. This girl was not the first time she heard of this poem. Even if she was shocked, she wouldn't be like this.

"What's wrong with Xiao Qian? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Gillian stood up and held her shoulder, and Degong was also attracted by the eyes.

He Qian shook her head and frowned: "No, Sister Gillian, I have heard this poem a long time ago, but this word..."

"What's wrong with the word "?" Gillian asked in confusion.

"This word is so strange, it seems...it looks exactly the same, it's impossible...I don't know how to say it, it's just..." The little girl was a little confused.

"It seems? It's exactly the same? Don't be anxious, just say it slowly." Gillian comforted her.

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There is also a yard behind Li Ye's yard, with only two large wing rooms, which are usually used to pile up some useless things such as wood, debris and other holidays. In the past, gifts would be temporarily stored here and they would be slowly counted after the fall of the royal palace. However, after the yard was in decline, the place was abandoned, and even knee-length weeds grew in the yard.

"Not bad, it's open enough, and it's easy to keep warm." Li Ye looked at the yard with satisfaction and told Yan Bian: "Uncle Yan finds someone to take care of the yard and don't throw away the wood first."

"Okay little prince!" Yan Bian nodded and asked without asking much. The prince became more and more like a master, and he was happy.
Chapter completed!