The ninth son of the emperor was demoted at the beginning. I have a famous Chinese general.

"By the way, what was Sikong Ruo shouting outside just now?"

"You didn't provoke her, did you?"

Suddenly, Li Wanyue asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Just now, I accidentally mentioned my outstanding literary talent, and she didn't believe me and thought I was lying to her."

Ning Quan smiled and said.

"Oh, so that's it."

"Hehe, of course my husband is very talented in writing."

"I'll go talk to her later and prove it to you, my husband."

Li Wanyue said with a smile.

"Hehe, my wife is still good to me."

Ning Quan chuckled, looking very happy.

"Wanyue, come out for a moment. I have something to ask you."

As he was speaking, Sikong Ruo's voice came from outside the window.

"Haha, quite persistent."

Hearing the voice, Ning Quan couldn't help but laugh.

"Hehe, that's not your fault."

"Okay, I'll go down and tell her."

Li Wanyue giggled, then lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

"Wanyue, His Highness said he had extraordinary literary talent and that you could prove it. Is that true?"

Seeing Li Wanyue getting off the car, Sikong Ruo couldn't wait to ask.

The Daqian Dynasty was very similar to the Tang Dynasty, with many literati and a flourishing literary style.

Sikong Ruo was quite fond of poetry and songs, so when he heard Ning Quan bragging about himself, he naturally wanted to find out more.

"Well, Your Highness is indeed an outstanding writer." Li Wanyue nodded.

"Really?"

"You're not lying to me."

Sikong Ruo said with disbelief on his face.

"How is that possible? Of course it's true."

"Your Highness is not only gifted in writing, but can only be described as unparalleled and unrivaled."

Li Wanyue said with pride.

"What? Unparalleled! Your Highness is so powerful."

Sikong Ruo widened his eyes and said in shock.

Although the Daqian Dynasty was a time of flourishing literature and had many talented people, no one dared to claim to be unrivaled in history.

How outstanding would it be to be called unparalleled in history?

"Well, your highness's literary talent is indeed beyond our imagination, but we just didn't know it before."

"If it weren't for the last proposal, I would still be in the dark."

Li Wanyue said with satisfaction.

"I see. In that case, Your Highness really didn't lie to me."

"of course."

"Sister Wanyue, your Highness is so talented, why don't you ask him to compose a poem on the spot?"

Sikong Ruo's eyes lit up and he said hurriedly.

"Writing poetry on the spot? This..."

Hearing this, Li Wanyue hesitated.

"Sister Wanyue, please help me."

Sikong Ruo said coquettishly.

"Okay, I'll try."

"Husband, sister Ruo'er wants you to write a poem?"

Li Wanyue nodded helplessly, then shouted to Ning Quan in the carriage.

"Oh, I see."

A moment later, Ning Quan's voice came from the carriage.

Ning Quan naturally heard clearly the conversation between Li Wanyue and Sikong Ruo.

He guessed that Sikong Ruo would not give up and would definitely let him show off his skills on the spot.

And he had already thought of a poem.

"You want me to write a poem?"

Ning Quan calmly got off the carriage and walked up to Sikong Ruo and said.

"Uh-huh!"

Sikong Ruo nodded.

"Well, I'll just compose one."

Ning Quan smiled faintly and said lightly.

It's just showing off, it's such a simple thing.

"Then I'll start."

Ning Quan deliberately dragged out his tone.

"Okay, Your Highness, please do it quickly."

Sikong Ruo hurriedly urged.

Seeing this, Ning Quan took a deep breath and began to recite.

I admire the remaining makeup in the morning mirror, and the hairpins and rings are mixed with green silk.

In a moment, the sun shines on her rouge cheeks, and a red flower is about to melt.

The mountain spring flows around the steps, and thousands of peach trees reflect the small building.

I am too lazy to get up while reading Taoist books, and watch someone combing her hair behind the crystal curtain.

The red silk is getting newer with each passing day, and the flowery gauze is covered with tender koji dust.

First of all, don’t despise your talent and background; a little bit of elegance is most pleasing.

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

Take a look at the flowering lazy, half-edge monastic half-edge.

Among the hundreds of flowers in full bloom, I choose to pick pear blossoms and white flowers.

Today, there are two or three trees at the riverside, and their leaves are just hanging there until the end of spring.

Ning Quan recited "Li Si" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty in a soul-stirring and emotionally charged manner.

Before Ning Quan finished singing, Sikong Ruo was already mesmerized.

Li Wanyue also stared at Ning Quan in a daze, her beautiful eyes shining.

"good words!"

"Husband, you are so great."

It took her a long time to react, and she threw herself into Ning Quan's arms and shouted excitedly.

"Haha, as long as you like it."

Ning Quan hugged Li Wanyue and said proudly.

"Your Highness is indeed a man of great talent. I admire you!"

“This poem is absolutely wonderful!”

Sikong Ruo admired sincerely.

"No way, that's too much."

Ning Quan said politely, but his face showed a smug look.

"Sister Ruoer, how about it, do you believe it now?" Li Wanyue said with a smile.

"Yeah, I believe it."

"But what if I want to hear more? Your Highness, could you please compose another one?"

Sikong Ruo nodded repeatedly, his face full of anticipation.

"That won't do. Poetry can't be written just by saying it."

Ning Quan immediately refused.

Just pretend to be cool.

How can you pretend all the time?

Moreover, the number of poems he could remember was limited and he had to keep them for future use.

"Oh, forget it then."

Hearing this, Sikong Ruo said in disappointment.

"Husband, look how sad Sister Ruo'er is."

"Just do another one."

Li Wanyue couldn't bear it and shook Ning Quan's arm.

"Okay, then I'll make another one, but only one."

Ning Quan said helplessly.

"Yeah, just one song will do."

"Thank you, Your Highness, and thank you, Sister Wanyue."

Hearing this, Sikong Ruo immediately cheered and said excitedly.

"Then listen carefully."

After that, Ning Quan began to sing

"Searching, searching, cold and desolate, sad and miserable. When the weather is changing from warm to cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three cups of light wine, how can it withstand the strong wind at night? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but they are old acquaintances."

"The ground is covered with piles of yellow flowers. They are withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? I stand by the window, alone in the darkness. The parasol trees are covered with drizzle. At dusk, the rain falls drop by drop. How can I describe my sorrow in this situation?"

This is a poem titled "Sheng Sheng Man - Searching and Finding" by Li Qingzhao, a famous female poet in the Song Dynasty.

The main theme is one of desolation.

"Wow, this poem is so sad."

Sure enough, before Ning Quan finished singing, Sikong Ruo was already crying with tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

"My dear, your poem is really wonderful."

Li Wanyue said excitedly.

Although this poem is sad, it is very poetic.

Especially the last line, "How can I describe my sorrow in this situation with just one word?" is absolutely amazing.

She couldn't even imagine what a sensation this poem would cause if it were spread.

It's not just Li Wanyue and Sikong Ruo.

Zhuge Liang and others, including Hongxiu, Dongmei and even the soldiers were all moved by this poem.

"Your Highness is so talented!"

"Excellent! It is indeed excellent!"

After a long time, everyone sighed.

"Your Highness, you are amazing."

Sikong Ruo also wiped the tears from his face at this moment and said with admiration.

Ning Quan was overjoyed when he heard this.

I didn't expect that I was so pretentious that I actually moved Sikong Ruo so much.

How unexpected!