After I traveled through the book, I fought back in the Hou Mansion

Ye Yi was eating snacks at this time. When he heard the sound, he stood up and looked outside the yard. He saw a nanny and a maid standing outside the yard shouting something.

He walked over in a few steps and asked, "Mammy, is there anything you want to convey?"

The maid held up a stack of papers and said respectfully, "Guard Ye Yi, I am the maid in charge of the women's courtyard. The ladies there played a little game and each wrote a poem. They would like the men to help appraise the poems and select the winner so that I can take them back and report."

"Oh!"

Ye Yi became interested and took the stack of papers from her hand.

"Okay, Madam, please wait here for a moment. I will go in and give it to the gentlemen for review."

As he said that, he took the paper from her hand and walked into the yard.

Ye Yunzhou was sitting on one side of the table. He had noticed the movement here a long time ago and had vaguely heard some of the content.

Seeing Ye Yi coming in with a stack of papers, he asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Ye Yi repeated what the nanny had just said before handing the paper to Ye Yunzhou.

Ye Yunzhou frowned, but still took the papers and read them one by one.

When he was halfway through turning the pages, his expression paused and he suddenly fell silent for a moment.

At this time, the other young masters had already heard the commotion and looked at him in confusion. Seeing him show such a rare expression, they asked curiously, "But what's wrong?"

Ye Yunzhou gestured towards them, signaling them to wait for a moment.

Then he put the poem aside. After reading all the other poems, he took out that poem alone, waved his hand, and asked Ye Yi to distribute the poems to everyone. He held the paper and carefully pondered the deep meaning of it.

Ye Yi distributed the poems to the young masters, and everyone read them one by one. After reading all the poems, the young master of the Minister of Rites picked up one of the poems and read it aloud.

Spring comes out of the mountains and rivers and awakens,

The wind is gentle and the grass is happy.

The swallows return to seek their old fortress,

Warm aroma of blooming flowers.

"Excellent, excellent!" He kept praising it, waving his folding fan. "This poem will definitely take first place."

The others nodded in agreement, all accepting the result. Then, they turned their attention to Ye Yunzhou.

At this time, Ye Yunzhou was still holding the piece of poetry in his hand, with thoughts surging in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, the son of the Minister of Rites couldn't help but become curious and asked, "I wonder what the poem in Ye Shizi's hand looks like? Can it compare to the poem in my hand?"

When Ye Yunzhou heard him ask this, he finally raised his head, glanced at him, and slowly read:

"On a fine day, I went to the banks of the Si River to look for flowers. The boundless scenery was new for a moment.

When you recognize the face of the east wind, you will see the vibrant colors of spring.

The scene was silent for a moment.

Everyone murmured the poem silently, feeling that it was profoundly meaningful. It used spring as its backdrop, using objects to symbolize people and scenery. The poem just now was certainly a good description of spring, but compared to this one, the difference was more than a fraction. The two simply couldn't be compared.

After a while, the son of the Minister of Rites suddenly stood up, bowed to Ye Yunzhou, and asked, "Prince Ye, who wrote this poem? Can we meet this talented person, even if it's just to have a drink together?"

Ye Yunzhou was silent for a moment, then replied, "This was written by a woman in my mansion. I don't want you to disturb her like this."

However, he changed the subject and said in a deep voice, "I can send someone to summon her. If she is willing, you can meet her."

When they heard that it was done by a woman, everyone couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"This poem is so poetic, how could it be written by a woman?" The son of the Minister of Rites asked in surprise.

Someone whispered, "Yes! If it was a man who did this, I would recommend him to my father and brothers just based on this poem."

"What's so sad about that? No matter whether it's a man or a woman, they are all talented people. If we have the chance, we still hope to see their true appearance." Someone disagreed with his point of view and retorted.

When the others heard him say this, they changed their minds and thought, yes! There are many women with great talents. There were women with outstanding talents in the previous dynasty, and countless poems of them are still widely circulated today. Thinking about this, it is not surprising.

The son of the Minister of Rites said, "Then please ask Ye Shizi to summon her. If she is willing, we can make friends."

When Ye Yi heard this, he turned and shouted to the two people at the gate of the yard: "Come in."

When the old woman and the maid came in, they were so frightened that they dared not breathe. They bowed to Ye Yunzhou. "Old slave, this servant greets the young master."

Ye Yunzhou nodded slightly and said, "Go..." He paused before continuing, "Go and call Miss Luo over here. Tell her someone wants to see her. If she's willing, she can come. If not, don't force her."

Unexpectedly, the nanny didn't move after hearing his words. Instead, she looked up at Ye Yunzhou and asked, "Sir, do you want to ask about the ancient poem?"

Ye Yunzhou nodded, "Yes."

Seeing him nod, the nanny continued, "Miss Luo had already explained this matter when she summoned me. This poem was not written by her. It was written by a genius named Zhu Xi. She simply came across this poem by chance. Please don't be offended, Your Highness."

When Ye Yunzhou heard this, his brows first furrowed tightly, then slowly relaxed and he said, "So that's how it is."

As he spoke, he looked at the son of the Minister of Rites and asked, "Do you still want to see her?"

The son of the Minister of Rites had already heard what Madam said. He murmured to himself, "So that's how it is."

He felt as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart, thinking that a poem with such artistic conception was unlikely to be written by a young woman. It was understandable that she had obtained it by chance.

Hearing Ye Yunzhou's question, he hurriedly said, "Regardless of whether this poem was written by Miss Luo, we should all see it."

Unexpectedly, the nanny did not move. Instead, she bowed and asked him, "Sir, do you want to know where the poet is?"

The son of the Minister of Rites nodded. Having his thoughts exposed so bluntly, he replied somewhat awkwardly, "Yes."

Seeing this, the nanny smiled slightly and continued, "Miss Luo has instructed that this poet has long since passed away. I'm afraid you will never have the chance to see him again."

The son of the Minister of Rites paused. He was a poetry fanatic, and when he heard these words, he felt extremely lost and regretted that he had no chance to meet the poet Zhu Xi.

He took a step back and slumped down on the stool with a look of disappointment in his eyes.

Ye Yunzhou was not surprised to see this. After all, the reputation of the son of the Minister of Rites as a poetry lover had long spread throughout Kyoto.

Then he stopped paying attention to the young man and turned his gaze to the nanny, saying, "Go and take this poem back and tell them that Miss Luo Biao deserves the first place."