Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

She was afraid, afraid that she would taste the bitterness of being abandoned and betrayed again.

That feeling was so painful; she never wanted to experience it again!

"I've given so much for you, I've given you all my love."

"How could you, how could you do this to me?"

Li Yunrui's voice carried a hint of grievance, a hint of resentment, and a hint of deep fear.

She was like a child about to lose their beloved toy, helpless and frantic.

"I will find you, I will definitely find you."

"Then, I'll lock you up, lock you right next to me, so you can never leave me!"

A strange and chilling smile appeared on her face.

This princess, teetering on the edge of loss and gain, completely descended into madness.

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Meanwhile, Ye Tian, ​​who had successfully shaken off Yan Xiaoyi, was leisurely strolling through the streets of Kyoto.

He was unaware that his "disappearance" had already caused a huge uproar in the Princess's residence.

He just wanted to get some fresh air and maybe see if he could sign up for some good stuff at some special locations in Kyoto.

Just as he was passing by a bookstore called "Shiyuxuan", a clear and melodious voice, as sweet as a nightingale's, caught his attention.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any new copies of this 'Qinglian Poetry Collection'?"

Ye Tian looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl, about six or seven years old, wearing an elegant dress, with a beautiful and refined appearance and a gentle and quiet temperament, standing in front of the bookstore counter, talking with the shopkeeper.

Although she was still young, she had a scholarly air about her and a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

It was none other than Fan Ruoruo, the daughter of Fan Jian, the Marquis of Sinan in the current dynasty!

She is also Fan Xian's nominal younger sister.

"Fan Ruoruo?"

Ye Tian's heart stirred slightly.

He had a rather favorable impression of this future "first talented woman of Kyoto".

Not only because of her beauty and talent, but also because of her kind, upright, and passionate personality.

Just as Ye Tian was sizing up Fan Ruoruo, Fan Ruoruo seemed to notice his gaze, turned her head, and looked over.

Eyes facing each other.

When Fan Ruoruo saw Ye Tian's handsome face, which looked like a celestial being descended to earth, her heart skipped a beat for no reason!

It was a feeling I had never experienced before.

It was as if an electric current had surged through her heart, instantly turning her face crimson.

She had never seen such a handsome boy!

Even the princes and grandsons of the emperor in the palace pale in comparison to him!

His eyes, in particular, were deep and bright, as if they held endless wisdom and stories, making one want to immerse oneself in them.

"Young master, is there something you need?"

Fan Ruoruo tried to remain calm, but her voice carried a hint of barely perceptible shyness and nervousness.

Ye Tian smiled slightly, like a spring breeze, instantly dispelling the slight panic in Fan Ruoruo's heart.

"I am Ye Tian, ​​passing by this place. I heard that you are looking for the 'Qinglian Poetry Collection'. I apologize for disturbing you."

His voice was clear and pleasant, carrying a composure and calmness beyond his years.

Upon hearing this, Fan Ruoruo blushed even more.

"Young Master Ye, you're too kind."

"My daughter, Fan Ruoruo, simply enjoys reading poetry in her spare time."

"Oh? Miss Fan also likes Mr. Qinglian's poems?" A smile flashed in Ye Tian's eyes.

This Mr. Qinglian was a poet of this era. His writing style was similar to Li Bai's, but quite different, yet he was still very popular.

Of course, compared to the real Li Bai, he is still far inferior.

"Mr. Qinglian's poems are bold and unrestrained, with lofty artistic conception, and my daughter admires them very much."

At this moment, Fan Ruoruo's voice grew softer and softer, and her head gradually lowered.

Standing before such a handsome young man, she always felt somewhat inferior.

Looking at her shy and adorable appearance, Ye Tian couldn't help but feel a mischievous urge to tease her.

He pretended to hesitate for a moment, then slowly began to speak:

"Master Qinglian's waterfall pierced the ravine with thunderous roar."

Shattered jade piled up like smoke, falling from the ninth heaven.

"While this sentence is good, it is slightly exaggerated and lacks a sense of reality."

"If it were changed to 'Looking from afar, the waterfall hangs before the river, plunging straight down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven,' the artistic conception might be even more profound."

Upon hearing this, Fan Ruoruo suddenly raised her head, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in her eyes.

Whose poem is this?

Why had she never heard of it?

Moreover, judging from the young master's words, it seems that he is commenting on Mr. Qinglian's poems?

Isn't that a bit too audacious?

However, when she carefully savored the two lines of poetry that Ye Tian recited, she had to admit that these two lines were indeed extraordinary in their artistic conception, even surpassing Mr. Qinglian's original lines!

"This...this was made by Young Master Ye?" Fan Ruoruo asked cautiously, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Ye Tian smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He continued, "And there's Mr. Qinglian's ambition to soar to the clouds and indulge in wine."

"Don't let your lofty ambitions be wasted by fleeting years." While this is a good saying, I think it would be better to change it to:

"Enjoy life to the fullest when you are successful, for you should not let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon."

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and though I may spend all my money, it will come back again."

"These two lines, though somewhat unrestrained, also fully express the heroic spirit of life, inspiring longing in people."

Fan Ruoruo was completely stunned as Ye Tian recited those poems that she had never heard of before, yet were full of profound meaning and exquisite imagery.

A tidal wave of emotions surged within her!

These poems, in terms of both imagery and literary style, are comparable to those famous works that have been passed down through the ages!

And the person who wrote these poems was actually this handsome young man in front of her, who looked even younger than her?!

How...how is this possible?!

Could he be the legendary reincarnation of the Poet Immortal, a once-in-a-century talent?!

At this moment, Fan Ruoruo's gaze towards Ye Tian completely changed!

It's no longer just about being amazed and shy.

Instead, there was deep admiration, respect, and a hint of indescribable affection!

She never imagined that there could be such a talented and handsome man in the world!

Compared to him, those so-called young talents are like fireflies vying for the moon's brilliance!

"Young Master Ye, you are truly a poetic genius!"

Fan Ruoruo was so excited that she was almost incoherent, unsure how to express her feelings at that moment.

Ye Tian looked at her like a little fangirl and felt secretly pleased.

It seems that the "plagiarist" tactic is effective in any world!

"Miss Fan, you flatter me," Ye Tian said modestly. "My work is just a random scribble, hardly worthy of being presented in a refined manner."

"No! Young Master Ye is too modest!" Fan Ruoruo quickly waved her hand and said, "Your poetic talent is unparalleled in my life!"

"If I may be so bold as to ask Young Master Ye to compose a poem for me, would that be alright?"

Her eyes were filled with anticipation and longing.

Ye Tian looked into her clear and sincere eyes, and his heart stirred slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to speak:

"Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, the dew is heavy."

"If we don't meet on the summit of Mount Qunyu, we'll meet under the moon on the Jade Terrace."

This poem was originally written by Li Bai to describe the unparalleled beauty of Yang Guifei.

At this moment, Ye Tian used this phrase to describe the beautiful and refined young woman in front of him, who was like a banished immortal, and it was quite fitting.

Fan Ruoruo was completely captivated by the poem written for her.

A blush of happiness spread across her face, and her eyes sparkled with delight.

Yun Xiang's clothes are so beautiful,

Spring breeze caresses the balustrade, dew is heavy.

What beautiful lines of poetry!

What a heartfelt compliment!

At this moment, Fan Ruoruo's heart was completely captured by Ye Tian!

She made a silent vow in her heart.

In this life, I will marry no one but Ye Tian!

Even the gods in heaven couldn't change her mind!

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Outside the bookstore, the sun was shining brightly.

At this moment, Ye Tian and Fan Ruoruo walked side by side on the bustling streets of Kyoto, attracting countless admiring glances from passersby.

The man was incredibly handsome, like a celestial being descended to earth.

The woman was beautiful and ethereal, like a fairy in a painting.

The two of them standing together looked like a perfect couple, a match made in heaven.

Fan Ruoruo's heart was pounding like a deer's, filled with sweetness and shyness.

She would steal glances at Ye Tian beside her every now and then, and each time their eyes met, her face would instantly turn crimson.

Ye Tian, ​​on the other hand, appeared much more calm and composed.

As he admired the street scenes of Kyoto, he chatted with Fan Ruoruo about poetry, songs, and local anecdotes.

His speech was witty and humorous, yet profound.

His insights are broad and profound, far exceeding those of ordinary people.

The more Fan Ruoruo talked to him, the more she was impressed by his talent and wisdom.

She felt as if she had discovered an endless treasure trove, and each excavation brought her new surprises.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at a small river outside Kyoto.

The river is clear, and the willows sway gently.

The scenery is picturesque and refreshing.

"Young Master Ye, thank you."

Fan Ruoruo stood by the river, looking at the shimmering surface of the water, and said softly.

"Thank you for writing a poem for Ruoruo."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Ye Tian smiled slightly and said, "Miss Fan, you're too kind."

"It is my honor to write a poem for such a talented and beautiful person as you."

Upon hearing this, Fan Ruoruo blushed even more.

She mustered her courage, turned her head, and looked at Ye Tian, ​​her eyes filled with sincerity and a hint of melancholy.

"Young Master Ye, to be honest..."

"Ruo Ruo has been frail and sickly since childhood, and has been taking medicine all year round."

"The doctor said that Ruoruo's illness is due to a congenital deficiency, which is difficult to cure completely."

"I'm afraid my days are numbered."

As she said this, a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes.

She was afraid, afraid that her frail body was not good enough for such an outstanding man.

She was afraid, afraid that she would die before she had a chance to have more interaction with him.

Upon hearing this, Ye Tian frowned slightly.

He carefully examined Fan Ruoruo's complexion and found that there was indeed a faint trace of illness between her brows.

While it may not be life-threatening, the long-term damage to the body should not be underestimated.

"Miss Fan, there's no need to worry too much."

Ye Tian said in a gentle voice.

"I have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, and perhaps I can help you with your treatment."

His current cultivation level has long surpassed that of ordinary people.

With the various elixirs and medical books obtained from daily check-ins, treating Fan Ruoruo's congenital deficiency was not difficult.

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