chsdbacks Chapter 26 Telepathy?
Chapter 26 Telepathy?
Inside Tingyu Pavilion, the maidservant left and then returned.
He held a delicate sandalwood tray in his hands.
On top of it was a pot of freshly brewed, steaming Yunwu tea.
The Four Treasures of the Study (writing brush, ink stick, inkstone, and paper) were also neatly arranged.
And a neatly folded sheet of gold-flecked paper.
"Young master, you have been waiting for a long time."
The maid gently placed the tray on the table in front of Qin Xiao.
Then, she held up the gold-flecked paper with both hands and respectfully handed it to Qin Xiao, saying, "This is the poem topic that Miss has given."
Qin Xiao took the note and unfolded it to read it.
Above, written in delicate and graceful small regular script, was a line of words: "The moon shines through the gauze window, its coolness seeping into the bed."
The poem evokes a serene and tranquil atmosphere.
It carries the delicate sensitivity and subtle loneliness unique to a woman in her boudoir.
Qin Xiao frowned slightly as he looked at the half-line of poetry.
It is no easy task to come up with a beautiful and elegant verse that also captures the woman's feelings in a moment of urgency.
He pondered, seemingly deep in thought.
However, his divine sense quietly probed out and began searching the lakeside embroidered building.
Inside her boudoir, Mu Ziyan had finished bathing and changed into a light purple flowing dress, which made her skin appear even whiter than snow.
A personal maid was standing behind her, combing her half-dry long hair with a jade comb.
On the desk not far from the dressing table, several sheets of poetry were spread out.
One of them had a complete poem written on it.
The moonlight shines through the gauze window, letting the cool air seep into the bed.
The wind sways the bamboo shadows, a dreamlike scene unfolds.
"The wind sways the bamboo shadows, a dreamlike sight..."
Qin Xiao silently recited to himself, then casually picked up the wolf-hair brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and began to write with vigorous strokes on the spread-out Xuan paper.
Soon, he wrote down the seven characters "风摇竹影梦惊鸿" verbatim.
After finishing writing, he put down his pen, handed the poem to the maid standing to the side, and said indifferently, "Take this and let your young lady take a look."
The maid took it with both hands and respectfully replied, "Yes, I will send it over right away. Please wait a moment, young master."
She had just left Tingyuxuan not long ago.
A considerable commotion then arose in the lobby downstairs.
A loud voice announced, "His Highness Prince Jin has arrived!"
Immediately following, Qin Yuan's deliberately elevated, confident voice rang out: "I have already come up with the poem; today I will surely be able to see Miss Ziyan's beautiful face again!"
As he spoke, he led a group of attendants into the hall.
This immediately drew the attention of many guests in the hall, who began to whisper among themselves.
But no one dared to approach and disturb them.
Soon, a maid came forward and led Qin Yuan and his party to their usual private room.
The paper and pen were just presented.
Without hesitation, Qin Yuan picked up his brush and wrote the words "Flowers reflected on the brocade screen, intoxicated by the spring breeze".
Then, he waved to the maid, "Go, take her to see your young lady!"
"Yes, Prince Jin!"
The maid dared not delay and hurriedly ran out of the private room with the still-wet ink on the Xuan paper.
Qin Yuan watched the maid's hurried departure, a confident smile spreading across his face. "Hmph, this time I've come prepared, and I'll make Miss Ziyan look at me in a different light!"
To prepare for this day, he invited several renowned literary figures.
I racked my brains before I came up with this sentence.
The parallelism is neat and well-structured.
Moreover, the three characters "醉春风" (zui chun feng) have a rather enchanting and romantic feel.
It will surely win the heart of a beauty!
……
The embroidered pavilion in the backyard.
Two maids arrived almost simultaneously, each carrying a sheet of poetry.
Mu Ziyan had just finished dressing up and was looking at herself in the mirror.
The maidservant serving Qin Xiao first presented the poem and said respectfully, "Miss, a young master has composed a matching poem. Please take a look."
Mu Ziyan took it casually, her gaze falling on the paper.
But when she saw the second line of the couplet, which was exactly the same as the one she had written, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly.
A deep look of astonishment flashed in his eyes!
"The wind sways the bamboo shadows, a dreamlike sight..."
She read it aloud in a low voice, her fingertips trembling slightly, "How...how is this possible? It's exactly as I imagined, word for word?!"
This cannot be explained simply by quick wit.
It's as if we're telepathically connected!
Who wrote this poem?
Mu Ziyan suddenly looked up and asked the maid.
The maid hurriedly replied, "He is a young man wearing a dark mask. I don't know his name or background, but I feel that he has an extraordinary bearing."
"The masked young master..."
Mu Ziyan murmured, "She's actually wearing a mask, not showing her true face..."
Although many doubts arose in my mind.
Yet, a strong sense of curiosity also arose.
Just then, another maid presented a poem, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Miss, His Highness Prince Jin has also composed a poem."
Mu Ziyan glanced at the sentence "Flowers reflected on the brocade screen, intoxicated by the spring breeze" on the paper, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Then, in a detached tone, he said, "I understand. Take it down."
The difference in attitude is immediately apparent!
About an incense stick's time later.
Zhi Shu, Mu Ziyan's most trusted head maid who was in charge of many affairs, slowly walked to the front hall and went to the center of the stage.
Zhi Shu cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Distinguished guests, a young master has already provided an excellent matching couplet for the poem my young lady composed. The sentiments are perfectly aligned, and it has deeply pleased my young lady!"
"Please, sir, move to the embroidered pavilion for a cup of tea and a chat!"
Upon hearing this!
The entire hall fell silent for a moment.
Then, a deafening roar erupted, a cacophony of noise!
"Someone actually matched up?"
"Who is it that possesses such talent!"
"Miss Mu has always been known for her aloof and reserved nature; has someone actually caught her eye?"
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
His gaze swept across the lobby and the private rooms on the second floor.
Everyone wanted to see which talented scholar had matched the poem!
Qin Yuan was sipping wine in the private room.
Upon hearing Zhishu's announcement, he was taken aback at first.
Her face immediately flushed red, and excitement welled up inside her!
He immediately stood up and laughed to his attendants, "Hahaha! I told you, this time we would definitely succeed!"
Upon hearing this, the attendants immediately flattered him with beaming smiles: "Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness! Your Highness's literary talent is truly remarkable; you have finally won Miss Mu's heart!"
Qin Yuan straightened his robes and walked confidently out of the private room.
However, as soon as she stepped out of the private room, she stopped in her tracks.
Diagonally opposite, the curtain of the private room of "Tingyuxuan" was lifted.
A man wearing a dark mask walked out calmly, led by a maid.
Zhi Shu took the initiative to greet him at the top of the stairs, and bowed respectfully towards the second floor: "Young master, please follow me. Miss has prepared fragrant tea in the backyard and is waiting for you!"
The masked man nodded slightly and, under the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, slowly walked down the stairs, surrounded by several maids, and headed towards the backyard.
"What's going on?"
Qin Yuan's smile froze.
His face turned from red to green, and then from green to white.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at the receding figure.
I was extremely ashamed and angry!
At the same time, the lobby downstairs was filled with chatter:
"It's him?!"
"He's even wearing a mask, how mysterious!"
"I thought it was the Prince of Jin."
"If the Prince of Jin were capable of matching up, he would have done so long ago..."
"Shh, are you out of your mind?"
Qin Yuan watched as the group of maids and the masked man left.
Listening to the discussions among the people in the hall.
Suddenly, anger welled up within him, and he shouted, "Stop right there!"