Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

"it is good!"

A young man standing nearby suddenly slammed his desk and stood up, his expression filled with uncontrollable excitement. "What a great poem!"

Everyone present seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and began to discuss among themselves, "Miss Chu is indeed worthy of the title of a talented woman!"

Chu Youran faced the admiring and appreciative gazes of the crowd and straightened his chest proudly.

He cast a disdainful gaze towards Jiang Ruxue, "I wonder if Miss Jiang has any other advice?"

Jiang Ruxue's face looked extremely ugly. Even though she was not well versed in poetry, she was well aware of the exquisiteness of this poem.

Di Lingling admired it as if it were a treasure. "Indeed, I didn't expect Miss Chu to have such remarkable literary talent at such a young age. It deserves a reward!"

No one objected at the scene. After all, no one was sure that they could write a better poem than this.

Jiang Ruxue looked indignant, but she caught a glimpse of Quan Jiuxi approaching from the corner of her eye and exclaimed hurriedly, "General Quan!"

When everyone heard this, they all turned to look, then immediately stood up and bowed, "How are you, General?"

Quan Jiuxi was wearing a mysterious black long dress, the sleeves of which fluttered in the wind. The neckline of the dress was just slightly open, revealing her fair skin and delicate collarbone, exuding a bit of charm.

She wore a black belt inlaid with rubies around her waist, which further highlighted her slender waist and graceful figure.

The exquisite face is like a carefully carved jade, the eyebrows are like distant ink, and the slightly upturned corners of the eyes carry a hint of sharpness and murderousness, and it is obvious that he is not someone to be messed with.

Her waterfall-like black hair was tied up high, with a few strands of hair falling on both sides of her cheeks, adding a touch of casualness and unrestrainedness.

Quan Jiuxi nodded slightly, "Everyone get up."

Everyone stood up, but their eyes were still fixed on Quan Jiuxi.

Quan Jiuxi looked over and saw only a pair of sparkling eyes. He couldn't help but sigh that people were more beautiful than flowers.

At this time, Di Lingling came over, her lotus steps light and her skirt fluttering, "Sister Quan, thank you for coming to my birthday party."

Quan Jiuxi smiled faintly and replied, "You are so polite, Princess. I wish you a happy birthday and happiness every year."

When Chu Youran saw that all her glorious moments were completely overshadowed by Quan Jiuxi's arrival, she felt extremely depressed and her face became distorted with jealousy.

Seeing this, Jiang Ruxue rolled her eyes at Chu Youran without any concealment.

"General Quan, why don't you also come and appreciate You Ran's poem?"

Di Lingling was shocked. Chu Youran was so brave. Quan Jiuxi had been fighting on the battlefield since he was a child. How could he appreciate poetry?

Just as he was about to smooth things over, he heard Quan Jiuxi say, "Are you sure?"

Quan Jiuxi just stood there quietly, but it seemed as if an invisible and powerful aura enveloped the entire place.

As soon as Chu Youran met Quan Jiuxi's eyes, she remembered the bloody scene of her chopping off Zhou Qi's head with a sword, which gave her nightmares for several days.

Then he thought of Quan Jiuxi, a murderous maniac, so he was naturally not as good as himself in poetry.

Chu Youran pretended to be calm, bit her lip and said, "Of course I am sure. I would like to ask General Quan for your guidance."

Quan Jiuxi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, "Then I will not be polite."

She took Chu Youran's poem scroll, her eyes swept over it quickly like lightning, and a barely perceptible light flashed in her eyes.

Tsk, there are only four sentences, without any preface or concluding remarks.

"Miss Chu's poem is indeed a good one." Quan Jiuxi said slowly.

Chu Youran was stunned at first, then a smug look appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Quan Jiuxi continue, "It seems that it is not yet completed."

Chu Youran was stunned at first, then the smug look on his face froze instantly, his smile vanished without a trace, and his expression turned extremely grim. "General Quan, why do you say that? This poem is clearly already completed."

How could she know? Could she really appreciate poetry?

Quan Jiuxi shook his head lightly, his expression calm and composed. "Miss Chu's poem always feels unfinished, as if there are still some unspoken words."

Chu Youran bit her lip and argued, "General Quan, it's just that time is running out..."

Quan Jiuxi folded his arms across his chest and found a seat to sit down. His posture was still straight and his aura was strong.

"Then Miss Chu, write another one. This general has plenty of time."

Chu Youran's expression grew increasingly ugly. She clutched the handkerchief tightly, her knuckles turning white. However, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she could only agree, "Yes."

The maid brought paper and pen, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Chu Youran, as if they wanted to stare a hole in her.

"Miss Chu, please write another one for us to enjoy!"

"Yes, you must complete the sequel to that poem!"

"I wonder what kind of exquisite poetry Miss Chu can write this time!"

Chu Youran's mind raced, and he wrote furiously. The person beside him read it out word for word, "A horse with five colors, a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I'll call my son to go out and exchange it for good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrow."

"Excellent poem! Just as ambitious as before!"

"Miss Chu's literary talent is beyond our reach. I feel ashamed of myself!"

Chu Youran smiled gently and was about to walk forward to hand the poem to Quan Jiuxi, but Quan Jiuxi did not reach out to take it. Instead, he picked up the wine on the table and drank it all.

"Miss Chu, are you trying to pick a poem by Li Bai?"

Chu Youran's expression changed drastically, and he took a step back. The others were still confused. Li Bai? Who was Li Bai?