Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

It is said that during last night's banquet, the envoys from both countries engaged in the flower-passing game. Not a single envoy from our Wu Kingdom emerged victorious. Throughout the banquet, the people of Qi Kingdom were extremely pleased, while the faces of our Wu Kingdom's people were ashen, and they remained silent.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Mr. Xiao suggested composing poems using the opponent's name.

But who knew? When it came to composing poems, none of the young men of our Wu Kingdom could match the skill of the Qi Kingdom's representatives.

However, at this moment, Xu Ming, the son of the Fifth Madam of the Xu Kingdom's manor, stepped forward.

‘Having read all the sorrows of farewell at the edge of the world, I speak not of returning, for the fallen flowers are like Xu. We gaze at each other beneath the flowers without a word, the green window and the spring fade with the sky into dusk.

Let me tell of my longing under the lamp, a wisp of new joy amidst a thousand strands of old sorrow. Most of all, what cannot be kept in this world is the beauty that leaves the mirror, and the flowers that leave the tree.’

As soon as the poem was finished, Xu Ming resonated with the literary world, and the literary winds carried and stirred the candlelight, how carefree.

Zhu Ci Ci, the one from Qi Kingdom with a natural literary talent, could only concede the poem.

The young men of Wu Kingdom exhaled a long breath, raised their jars, and drank heartily, all becoming completely drunk.

“Bravo!”

“How satisfying!”

“So exhilarating!”

“What a wonderful verse!!!”

“I heard that this poem seems to be because Xu Ming had two playmates, one was Xu Xueno, who went to the Myriad Sword Sect, and the other was Qin Qingwan, who went to the Tianxuan Sect, and it was made out of missing them, but it just happened to use Zhu Ci Ci's name.”

“It should be written to Qin Qingwan. I heard that they entered the school together, inseparable, childhood sweethearts, innocent and pure.”

“No matter who it's written for, this poem is really well written.”

As the storyteller's words landed, the teahouse patrons applauded and praised, discussing the poem.

“It's a pity that the other party is a son of a concubine.” Suddenly, a teahouse patron said this with incomparable regret.

His voice was not loud, but it was heard by many people, and many also showed regret and pity.

“So what if he's a son of a concubine? In our Wu Kingdom, one hundred and fifty years ago, where was the logic that a son of a concubine couldn't participate in the imperial examination and couldn't become an official in the court?!” A strong man slammed the table and stood up.

“Brother, be careful with your words.” Another person quickly advised.

“How can I be careful?” Another person stood up, “The people of Qi Kingdom can all participate in the imperial examination, and our Wu Kingdom still has such restrictions on the identity of the participants, how can we surpass Qi Kingdom?! Xu Ming's talent can't even participate in the imperial examination? Who can participate?!”

“That's right!” Another person stood up, “When the founding emperor established the country, he didn't punish people for their words. Why, not letting the descendants of sons of concubines and people from all walks of life participate in the imperial examination is the rule of the late emperor? Then if the government arrests me, aren't they afraid of breaking the rules of our ancestors?!”

“Most of all, what cannot be kept in this world is the beauty that leaves the mirror, and the flowers that leave the tree.”

In the Tengyang Prince's mansion, a young girl in her blossoming years, holding the latest Zhou Book in her hands, looked at the poems on it, reading them over and over again, liking them more and more as she read.

It's hard to imagine that these verses were written by an eight-year-old child.

Zhu Ci Ci, Xu Ming.

Who exactly is the one with a natural literary talent?

The girl also heard that although this poem was written using Zhu Ci Ci's name, in reality, it was actually Xu Ming missing his childhood sweetheart who was far away in the Tianxuan Sect.

To have such mature thoughts and romance at such a young age.

I really want to meet him.

“Cui'er.” Putting down the Zhou Book, the girl called out softly to the outside.

“Your Highness.” The maid Cui'er walked in.

“Help me send a greeting card to the Xu mansion, saying that I would like to know if I can meet the young friend Xu Ming from your esteemed residence.”

Hearing that the princess was going out, Cui'er raised her head in disbelief, but quickly reacted and immediately replied: “Yes.”

Inside the imperial study.

Emperor Wu looked at the detailed account of last night's banquet sent by Tingfeng Pavilion, including every poem made by each person. When he saw the last poem, Emperor Wu couldn't help but be lost in thought.

“This, was it really written by an eight-year-old child?”

Emperor Wu raised his head and looked at Wei Xun in disbelief.

Eunuch Wei smiled and nodded: “Your Majesty, during last night's banquet, the literary winds stirred for a full two quarters of an hour.”

Emperor Wu: “...”

The resonance of the literary world will not deceive people. If Xu Ming didn't write it, but someone else gave Xu Ming the verses, the literary fortune wouldn't even bother with you.

“This Xiao Mo Chi...” Emperor Wu put down the secret report and rubbed his forehead in distress, “He really guessed right. He acted according to his own nature, but left me with a mess!”

Emperor Wu could already foresee what would happen in the court next.

He was already having a headache.

As a result, now, Emperor Wu didn't even want to go to court.

Wei Xun just wore a flattering smile and said nothing.

Although His Majesty looked very unhappy, in reality, Wei Xun knew that His Majesty was feeling very comfortable in his heart.

His Majesty has always supported reform, and has given Xiao Mo Chi a lot of help both openly and secretly.

This time, it was not easy to find a breakthrough, and the happiest person was His Majesty.

“Wei Xun, Xu Ming saved face for our Wu Kingdom and wrote a world-renowned poem, what do you think?” Emperor Wu asked Wei Xun.

How could Wei Xun not know what Emperor Wu meant? He quickly said: “Your Majesty, this should be heavily rewarded.”

The corners of Emperor Wu's mouth curled up, he was just waiting for someone to say this: “Someone, draft an edict.”

“Having read all the sorrows of farewell at the edge of the world, I speak not of returning, for the fallen flowers are like Xu. We gaze at each other beneath the flowers without a word, the green window and the spring fade with the sky into dusk.”

In the sea of flowers in the valley, an eight-year-old girl sat on a chair, guarding the flower garden of blood lotuses, kicking her little feet while reciting the verses that came from her hometown.

“Let me tell of my longing under the lamp, a wisp of new joy amidst a thousand strands of old sorrow. Most of all, what cannot be kept in this world is the beauty that leaves the mirror, and the flowers that leave the tree.”

As she recited, the little girl's peach blossom eyes sparkled with a sweet smile, as if she had eaten the sweetest cotton candy in the world, cloying to her heart.

However, as she smiled, the little girl's beautiful willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her small mouth pouted gently.

“You clearly wrote this poem about longing, but why does it have another girl's name in it?”

Qin Qingwan muttered to herself unhappily, reaching out her little finger to gently tap the verses on the paper.

“Ming-gege, don't you like Qingwan anymore?”

“No, no, Ming-gege said he will always like Qingwan.”

“I really want to grow up quickly. Flowers, flowers, please bloom a little faster.”

Qin Qingwan puffed out her cheeks, clasped her hands between her legs, and stared blankly at the flower garden in front of her.

The girl was rarely melancholic.

[The manga rights for "I Have Many Resurrection Coins" have been sold.

According to the adaptation one year after the sale of the copyright of the previous book "Daoist", if all goes well, the manga should be released within a year, right?

But it is also possible that people bought it to fill the library.

If the manga goes online one day, I will tell you, I hope it will be in my lifetime.

The manga rights for the two books I wrote before have been sold.

But the past is the past after all.

Now, how should I put it, let's be down-to-earth and write well]