Snow: The Crown Prince of Chu, forced into marriage by the Minister of the Southern Palace with his

Meanwhile, in the distance, Zhao Kai's voice could be faintly heard: "I will definitely come back! I definitely will!"

Jiang Xuan gave Zhao Kai a deep look, then looked at the blood on the ground and the Crimson Dragon Sword in his hand.

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly in satisfaction, thinking to himself, "As expected of the Crimson Dragon Sword, it is indeed extraordinary."

"If he had used his ordinary sword, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to break through the soft armor on the other side."

As Jiang Xuan spoke, he directly sheathed the Crimson Dragon Sword and looked at Xu Weixiong behind him: "What, are you dumbfounded?"

Xu Weixiong thought for a moment, then shook her head and suddenly spoke.

"I was just thinking about how to get my sword back."

Chapter Nineteen: The First Parallel Prose of All Time, Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng

Jiang Xuan then sheathed the Crimson Dragon Sword and did not continue Xu Weixiong's conversation.

Ultimately, if we continue with the ending, Xu Weixiong will definitely retract his sword.

But can I give it to her?

impossible!

"This room... is quite nice."

Upon hearing this, Xu Weixiong glanced at the mess in the room and the sword marks on the walls, then glared fiercely at Jiang Xuan.

Is this good?

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly, without saying anything.

However, at this moment, Xu Wei's big eyes darted around, and he said directly, "It's fine if I don't want you to be in charge of the room, but you have to promise me one thing."

matter?

Jiang Xuan glanced at the room; the once clean and tidy house was now in complete disarray.

He wanted to say that this wasn't just his problem alone.

However, seeing Xu Weixiong's eyes and the hand on the sword hilt, he ultimately didn't continue speaking.

After all, if they continued talking, there might only be one solution: being hunted down by Xu Weixiong.

"Tell me your terms first." Jiang Xuan glanced at the rattan chair, then sat down. "If the terms are too harsh, then forget it."

Xu Wei raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, simply stating, "It's not too demanding, just complete the poem you mentioned."

"How about that? It makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

After hearing this, Jiang Xuan glanced at Xu Weixiong and nodded: "Hmm, that sounds reasonable."

In Jiang Xuan’s opinion, although the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng was a bit long to memorize, this poem was still easy to recite.

Moreover, explaining this once will solve the problem, so it's a win-win situation.

After all, although he didn't have 300 Tang poems in his mind, he still had one or two hundred.

enough.

After thinking about this, Jiang Xuan finally stopped hesitating and recited the entire Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng from beginning to end.

The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng truly deserves its place in textbooks and is hailed as the finest example of parallel prose throughout history.

That's right, the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng cannot be considered a poem.

To be precise, it should be parallel prose.

Parallel prose originated in the late Han Dynasty and flourished in the Northern and Southern Dynasties. It is a literary style in which words and phrases are paired to form a chapter.

The entire piece is mainly composed of couplets, emphasizing the neatness of parallelism and the sonorousness of rhythm.

This Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng employs a wealth of rhetorical devices, with beautiful and fluent language that moves the reader deeply.

As Jiang Xuan's voice rose and fell, Xu Weixiong slowly closed his eyes.

She could even see the magnificent scene right in front of her.

Even though Jiang Xuan had finished speaking and closed his mouth, Xu Weixiong still didn't open his eyes.

She stood there quietly, feeling the surge of emotion within her chest.

Jiang Xuan glanced at Xu Weixiong, then pursed his lips and remained silent.

However, he found Xu Weixiong's current behavior to be quite normal.

After all, this is the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, a poem containing about forty idioms.

This is the foundation.

After a long while, Xu Weixiong slowly opened his eyes.

However, when she opened her eyes, her gaze filled with excitement and shock, she saw Jiang Xuan there, calmly boiling water and making tea.

Ok?

Seeing Xu Weixiong's expression, Jiang Xuan ignored him. He simply waved his hand and said, "Come, have some tea to calm your nerves."

Looking at Jiang Xuan's appearance, Xu Weixiong suddenly had some doubts.

I doubt whether the article I just read was actually written by Jiang Xuan.

After all, Jiang Xuan's appearance doesn't suggest he's a reliable person.

Although Xu Weixiong was lost in thought, she still walked over from the side.

Jiang Xuan poured her a cup of tea and said, "Drink your tea, don't be shy."

Xu Weixiong nodded subconsciously, but then immediately realized what he meant.

This feels like my own place.

Xu Weixiong glanced at Jiang Xuan, then gently inhaled the aroma of the tea, calming herself down.

Of course, the feeling I had when I heard that article earlier had already dissipated considerably when I saw Jiang Xuan brewing tea.

"What's the title of this article? Did you write it?" Xu Weixiong wasn't one to hesitate. She put down her teacup and looked directly at Jiang Xuan.

However, Jiang Xuan raised an eyebrow and said directly, "I didn't write it. It's called 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,' and the original author is Wang Bo."

Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng

Wang Bo?

At this moment, Xu Weixiong frowned slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

The next second she suddenly slammed her hand on the table, drew her long sword sharply, and stopped steadily in front of Jiang Xuan.

Looking at the longsword in front of him, Jiang Xuan chuckled and said, "What, you want to kill me?"

"Jiang Xuan, don't try to fool me." Xu Weixiong said, moving his long sword forward a few more inches. At this moment, Jiang Xuan's neck was only half an inch away.

"In the literary circles of the Liyang Dynasty, the name Wang Bo exists, but I recognize all of them."

“None of them have this talent, none of them.” She paused here, her gaze fixed on Jiang Xuan: “Unknown people simply cannot write such articles.”

"And what about me?" Xu Weixiong had just finished speaking when he saw Jiang Xuan stretch out his hand and point to his nose: "You've known me for a long time?"

Xu Weixiong frowned, but before she could say anything more, Jiang Xuan suddenly leaned forward.

If it were at his distance, he probably would have stabbed him right into the neck.

However, Jiang Xuan did not use internal energy, so his speed was not particularly fast.

Furthermore, Xu Weixiong was watching him the whole time. How could a first-rank master like him possibly get injured?

"You are crazy!"

Although he knew he was fast enough to dodge Jiang Xuan, Xu Weixiong couldn't help but glare at him, his eyes revealing resentment.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan burst into laughter and then shook his head.

Jiang Xuan looked at Xu Weixiong, ignoring his question, and asked directly, "What do you think of Li Yang?"

Ok?

Xu Weixiong was stunned. She looked at Jiang Xuan deeply and remembered the poem they recited when they first met.

The incense soars through Chang'an, and the city is full of golden armor.

So, the person in front of us, Jiang Xuan, harbors hatred towards the Li Yang Dynasty?

No, not necessarily.

Some people do hate Li Yang, but not all hate is the same.

Some people's hatred is a desire to overthrow others; they wish they could devour their flesh and blood.

Some people's hatred stems from anger at others' lack of ambition; it is hatred born from love.

She didn't know the full extent of Jiang Xuan's hatred for Li Yang.

So after thinking about it, she didn't speak rashly. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "What about you? What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuan burst into laughter and then downed his tea in one gulp.

"You really are a smart person."

Chapter Twenty: Liyang, Beiliang, and Xichu

Upon hearing this, Xu Weixiong neither spoke abruptly nor did anything else.

He just watched Jiang Xuan quietly, trying to see something in his eyes and his movements.

However, she couldn't see anything.

Jiang Xuan's eyes were so dark and bright, as if they were sparkling with a vast starry sky.

Although he had a faint smile on his lips, no one could tell what he was thinking.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan poured Xu Weixiong a cup of tea and said, "Hey, don't be shy, just chat normally."

Seeing that Xu Weixiong still didn't intend to speak, Jiang Xuan chuckled and said directly, "I remember Xu Xiao's health has never been very good."

"After all, they've been fighting for years, so it's normal to be covered in wounds."