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As she was thinking, Xia Yang swung out a palm, and she leaped and dodged. The two of them exchanged blows from time to time, and others were not surprised and just avoided them from a distance.

Advancing and retreating, attacking and defending, the two of them used their palms, fists and legs to collide. Chunmei could feel Xia Yang's powerful internal strength, the strength of a tenth-rank martial artist, which was beyond her reach. She also thought that Xia Yang would need several days to recover, and before she could bully him, he had recovered, and his current strength was far above hers.

Su Zhen said: "Xia Yang, you just need to fight a few moves. After breakfast, we have to go to the farm in the countryside. Don't delay."

Chunyue sent a little maid to report to Cui, and took Chunjiang to pack up the clothes and jewelry that Su Zhen would wear when she went to the countryside.

Chunyue and Chunjiang were in charge of Su Zhen's clothes and jewelry, as well as her food, housing and transportation, but the two older maids had to stay and take care of Tingyuxuan when one went. Otherwise, when both of them were away, the little maids in Tingyuxuan would be in chaos.

Chunyue whispered, "Chunjiang, do you feel that Xiayang doesn't look like a woman at all?"

Chun Jiang said carefully: "She is a little rough like a man. Her martial arts skills are too high. Last time the princess was seriously ill, it was thanks to her internal energy that she brought down the fever. You must not provoke her. She is now the princess's savior."

Chunyue felt that he looked less and less like a woman. Not only were his actions rude, but his face was also hard to tell whether he looked male or female. He could be either male or female.

Xia Yang, Chunmei and Su Zhen sat at the same dining table to eat. After these days, everyone had gotten used to it.

Chunmei smiled and said, "Princess, the poem you wrote last time was really good. Someone collected it."

Su Zhen slowed down his eating and looked at Xia Yang thoughtfully.

Xia Yang felt that Chunmei did it on purpose. Why did she bring up this matter? If she didn't mention it, the princess wouldn't have paid attention to the manuscript.

Su Zhen asked: "Xia Yang likes poetry?"

"He doesn't like poetry. He just loves the princess's manuscripts and calligraphy." Chunmei said.

He did collect it, simply because he liked it, and he didn't know that the "stealing manuscript" incident happened in the Su family. Now the whole mansion is very taboo about this matter. In the past, there were servants who secretly collected it, framed it and sold it outside at a good price, but since that incident, no one dared to take it. If they caused trouble, they would lose their lives.

Su Zhen said: "Xia Yang, are you short of money?"

Chunmei smiled.

Xia Yang would be short of money, but he has no family, wife or children, so he can't spend the money even if he has it. The princess' question is very interesting.

The princess never noticed the look in Xia Yang's eyes when he looked at her. It was fanatical and obsessed, and the princess had long become Xia Yang's biggest weakness in his life.

Xia Yang was silent for a moment, "The poem is so well written, I will keep it for my personal collection."

"I'm not reselling or giving it away. If you like it, just tell me next time you want it." Su Zhen trusted Xia Yang.

Xia Yang responded: "The princess's poems are beautiful."

Chunmei stared, "You, a warrior, know how to appreciate poetry."

Su Zhen replied, "I didn't write 'The Phoenix Hairpin and the Willow on the Palace Wall'."

Chunmei thought the princess was really modest. She and Xia Yang looked at what the princess wrote and said it was not written by her. If it was not written by her, then who wrote it? "Maybe the princess heard the immortals singing in her dream."

Su Zhen said: "That's not the case, it's just that I didn't write the lyrics."

Why do you misunderstand that she wrote it?

Su Zhen exhaled, "Baixian Manor has many affairs to deal with, and it has been divided into several groups. I don't know how it is progressing now. Speaking of poetry, I think of papermaking and printing."

She didn't write it, it's real.

Su Zhen didn't explain in detail. She couldn't tell anyone about her memories of three lives.

After dinner, Su Zhen took Xia Yang, Chun Mei, Chun Yue and Xiao Luo to prepare for departure. Cui asked Cui Ma to come and check, and saw that the bags and luggage were all well packed.

"Chunyue, go to the farm and serve the princess well. If she needs anything, ask the servant to come back and get it."

"Aunt Cui, I'm not at home. You should take good care of my aunt. She has just recovered from a serious illness and cannot work hard. You have to pay more attention to her."

The words were thoughtful and heartwarming.

Aunt Cui smiled and said, "Princess, please get on the carriage and go early and come back early."

Su Zhen took Chunyue and Xiaoluo to the carriage, while Xiayang and Chunmei rode on horses. They set off with a few boxes, bundles, and twelve soldiers sent by the mansion.

The carriage rumbled and the wheels turned, and Su Zhenyi closed her eyes and rested on the wall of the carriage.

Baixianzhuang is five miles outside Yueyang City. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is a tourist attraction.

After leaving Yueyang City, Su Zhen took out a notebook.

Chunyue smiled and said, "The princess wants to read again."

"This is not a book, it's a notebook. How about I recite a poem to you?"

Xiao Luo was delighted, "The princess writes the best poems, we all love to listen to them."

Su Zhen smiled and recited softly in a gentle voice: "The poem is called "A Flowering Tree". Poems are divided into seven-character poems, five-character poems, and rhymed poems. This one is... a free verse style."

Chun Yue asked with admiration: "Just like the punctuation marks that the princess created herself, commas, periods, and question marks. The princess is the smartest woman I have ever seen."

That was not her invention, but for the sake of explanation, she could only say that it was the result of her own research.

Su Zhen smiled and continued to recite: "How can I make you meet me at my most beautiful moment.

For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years.

I prayed to the Buddha to let us have a relationship in this world, and the Buddha turned me into a tree.

Growing by the roadside where you must pass.

Under the sunshine, flowers bloomed carefully, each one was my hope in my previous life.

As you approach, please listen carefully:

Those trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting..."

Her voice came from the carriage. Xia Yang, who was walking in front, was intoxicated and felt weak all over. When he heard "Those trembling leaves are the passion I've been waiting for..."

thump--

With a loud bang, Xia Yang fell to the ground from his horse.

Chunmei had a look of gloating on her face. A tenth-rank martial artist couldn't even ride a horse well and actually fell down.

As expected, he had no resistance at all to the princess's recitation of poetry.

If you want to deal with Xia Yang, just let the princess recite a poem.

The officers and soldiers behind the carriage couldn't help laughing.

When Su Zhen heard the noise and lifted the curtain to look, Xia Yang had already gotten up from the ground, was brushing the dust off his robe, and climbed onto the horse as if nothing had happened.

Su Zhen continued: "When you come closer, please listen carefully: those trembling leaves are the passion of my waiting..."

Chunmei looked at Xia Yang and shuddered again. It was an irresistible shudder. It was too exaggerated. She blinked her eyes as if she had discovered a huge miracle. Haha, he couldn't stop this one sentence. Maybe she could recite it next time he hits her.

"And when you finally walked past without paying any attention, the things that fell to the ground behind you...

My friend, those are not petals, they are my withered heart."

Xiao Luo clapped her hands enthusiastically, looking excited.

Chunyue said repeatedly: "The princess wrote so well that I cried after listening to it. Only a person with love can write a poem with love."