It was currently the peak of summer. Long Heng was already used to the heat, so he didn't think much of it.
The Winter Garden was a remote area, and because the master here had gone crazy, no one dared to approach.
The surroundings were very quiet, with only the occasional wind blowing, making one feel light and comfortable, but also a little depressed.
Because even after the wind, the weather was still unbearably hot.
Long Heng walked to the front of the Winter Garden, and the servant was about to knock on the door.
At that moment, a light breeze blew, and a piece of paper with words on it was blown out.
Long Heng reached out to take it, but before he could take a closer look, he heard the person inside say, "Mistress Xiu, a piece of paper was blown away by the wind."
Following that, a somewhat depressed voice said, "The breeze doesn't understand, so why did you take away what I wrote, what a bastard …"
"Mistress Xiu, be careful with your words, I'll go pick it up." Xiao Shi really couldn't understand why her mistress's words were becoming more and more violent.
"No need, it's just a piece of scrap paper."
The person inside didn't say anything else, but Long Heng could hear the logic in her words. She didn't seem like someone who had gone crazy.
He stopped the servant from knocking on the door and turned to leave.
As he walked, he found that there was still a piece of paper in his hand. The servant came over and said, "Prince, let this servant throw it away!" He saw that his master wanted to throw the paper away, so he hurried over to help.
Long Heng casually handed the paper to him. In any case, that woman had already said that it was just a piece of scrap paper.
But when the servant took the paper and glanced at it, he seemed to see the words "Ten years of sharpening a sword, frost blade …" Because it flashed too quickly, he didn't see the rest of it clearly.
"Come back."
He called out to the servant, then took the paper in his hand and unfolded it. Only then did he see the poem clearly.
"Ten years of sharpening a sword, frost blade has never been tested.
Today, I will show it to the ruler, who has an injustice? "(Jia Dao/Swordsman) The handwriting was delicate, clearly written by a woman.
But this poem was written so boldly, how could it be written by a woman?
Or perhaps she was copying someone else's work, but who was that person?
How could a girl from a scholarly family be acquainted with such a hero?
Long Heng had been practicing martial arts since he was a child and then joined the army. He had a heroic style in his heart.
It was a pity that the imperial court was fond of flowery words. Such a frosty and sword-like poem had not been written for many years.
He thought that all the real men in this world were dead, but he never thought that he would encounter such a poem under such circumstances.
He liked it, but he also felt that asking a woman about this kind of thing would be somewhat unreasonable, so he decided to send someone to secretly inquire about it when he had the chance.
On the other side, Bai Xiangxiu was still racking her brains. She liked some heroic poems, but unfortunately, Song Jiaoyue didn't seem to like it very much.
She remembered that he liked some slightly gorgeous and poetic poems.
As long as she accidentally released one or two songs, she might be able to pique his interest.
However, people were afraid of fame and pigs were afraid of getting fat. If everyone knew her name, wouldn't she be like the female lead, seducing groups of men?
Therefore, she had to think of a way to pass it on to Song Jiaoyue without letting others know.
It was best not to write poems about love. Bai Xiangxiu finally came up with one or two poems, but how to pass it on was a problem.
Fortunately, the opportunity had finally come.
The supporting male lead Song Jiaoyue came, and the naughty child cousin he brought just happened to barge into Winter Garden.
Bai Xiangxiu was very excited. Since he was already here, if she didn't let him bring something back, it would be a waste of her two months of hard work!
But this naughty child had his eyes on their date cakes after he came, eating one piece after another without stopping.
Tell me, you're a young master of an aristocratic family. There are so many delicious foods at home, so why did you come to her room to eat these?
Although she saw a child wandering around outside and a servant calling him Young Master Cui, she knew his identity and intentionally let him in.
However, seeing that only two pieces of date cakes were left on the plate, and she still didn't know how to let him bring back the poem she had written, her heart was very tangled.
At this time, another servant outside said, "Young Master Cui, Prince Song wants you to go back. Don't disturb the peace in the Prince's backyard."
Young Master Cui, this naughty child, was only seven years old. He casually wiped his hands and said, "Got it."
It wasn't easy to meet a beautiful sister and want to take a closer look, especially when the sister's date cakes were so delicious. In the end, he was called back before he could finish eating.
Seeing this child staring at her date cakes, Bai Xiangxiu came up with a plan. She hurriedly walked to the desk and took out a piece of paper. She wrapped the date cake with the back of the paper and said, "Since you like it, take it and eat it on the way. Use this as a cushion. Don't dirty your hands."
Seeing Young Master Cui take it, she silently gave herself twelve thumbs up.
Young Master Cui reached out to take it, and in the process, he couldn't help but touch the beauty's small hand.
Although he was young, he loved beauties very much. After touching her hand, he decided that he wouldn't wash his hand for a month.
The servants dragged the devilish brat out of the Winter Garden with great difficulty. He really did eat the date cake while walking. He even said, "The food in the house is also delicious. It's just that the flowers are a bit ugly and have thorns."
"Young Master Cui, walk this way. Be careful not to fall."
The servants in the prince's mansion collapsed in their hearts. How old was this child? He already knew how to look at beauties.
If he was a little older and broke into the Prince's woman's garden like this, wouldn't they be beaten to death?
Young Master Cui was eating while shedding dregs. He wiped some paper to get rid of the dregs on his body.
The poem that Bai Xiangxiu worked hard to remember for more than a month was torn to only a few words, and it was still a little blurry.
When he reached Song Jiaoyue and Li Of Gojoseon's side, he immediately threw himself on his cousin and said with a smile, "Cousin, cousin, I saw a great beauty."
Song Jiaoyue saw that his mouth was full of dregs and shook his head, saying, "No manners." Then, he reached out and took out a handkerchief to personally wipe his mouth.
This little cousin liked to stick to him since he was young. Today, he had made an appointment to come to Li Of Gojoseon's mansion, but he insisted on coming.
It was just that he was used to being an overlord at home and couldn't stay idle for a moment.
Young Master Cui raised the remaining date cake in front of him and gloriously completed the mission. It was just that the mission supplies were almost destroyed.
"You see, beautiful sister also gave me date cake to eat. It's delicious.
Cousin, have a piece too. "As he spoke, he pinched a piece and sent it to Song Jiaoyue's lips.
Song Jiaoyue smiled bitterly and reached out to take the date cake in his hand and put it on the table, saying, "You know that cousin doesn't eat sweet things."
Long Heng said, "Send Young Master Cui to wash his hands." With the oil on his hands, his friend who liked to be clean would have already collapsed in his heart.
After giving the order, he casually glanced at the date cake that had been bitten into a mess. He originally wanted to call the servants to clean it up, but he saw that there seemed to be some blurry handwriting underneath.
He seemed to have seen that handwriting somewhere before and couldn't help but feel his heart jump.
Song Jiaoyue also saw it and his face couldn't help but stiffen, saying, "This mischievous monkey, he must have taken some madam's calligraphy to wrap the food." As he spoke, he reached out to take the paper.
"Why dirty your hands, let the servants clean it up!" For some reason, he didn't want Song Jiaoyue to see what that woman had written.
Song Jiaoyue was also afraid of getting dirty, so he slightly smiled and retracted his hand.
The servants on the side came over to clean it up. They took a small shovel and placed the date cake inside before taking a step back.
At this time, the date cake was facing down and the words were facing up. The remaining words entered the eyes of the two men at the same time.
However, it was a broken chapter with few words, making people feel as if they were falling into the clouds.
'… … Autumn light cold painted screen … … Fluttering fireflies.
Heaven stage cold night … … Leading cow Vega star. '
The poem was elegant and refined, but it was a pity that it didn't have the first half or the second half.
"What a pity."
Song Jiaoyue's heart itched when he saw it. He secretly blamed his cousin for being careless and making a good poem like this.