Having traveled through time, shouldn't you make a splash in your life?

Jiang Liye put down the book she was holding and asked Ning Dongyang, "What kind of books do you want to borrow?"

She actually meant to say that Ning Dongyang had gone to the wrong area; the library area was full of professional books.

Ning Dongyang snapped out of his daze: "Mathematics."

Jiang Liye blinked. Ning Dongyang graduated from university three years ago. Is he going to borrow math books now because he's preparing for graduate school entrance exams?

"Ning Dongyang, are you going to take the postgraduate entrance exam?"

Ning Dongyang laughed: "Even a dog wouldn't take the postgraduate entrance exam."

"I'm a perfectly fine person, living a happy life. I'm not doing anything reckless, so why would I take the postgraduate entrance exam?!"

"Oh, I understand what you mean, Li Ye. I'm not going to study math for graduate school. What I'm saying is, I like math now, and I like reading math books. Would you believe me, Li Ye?"

There's a saying that goes, "One is never too old to learn."

"I love learning now, not for exams, but because I genuinely enjoy and love it."

Jiang Liye nodded gently: "I believe you."

Ning Dongyang looked around: "Sister Liye, there's plenty of time, and the sun is shining brightly. Aren't you going shopping...? Are you preparing for graduate school?"

Jiang Liye smiled gently: "I'm not taking the postgraduate entrance exam. Why would I take it?"

Memories of Jiang Liye flooded Ning Dongyang's mind; Jiang Liye was a true academic genius back then. She had already graduated with her doctorate when they married.

Jiang Liye's face still held that gentle, warm smile: "Everyone needs hobbies. Not all women like shopping and only know how to buy things all day. Can't I enjoy reading?"

There's something wrong with the person she married.

She didn't want to stay at home where the atmosphere was oppressive, so reading in the library calmed her down.

She likes this environment and often sits there for a whole morning, afternoon, or even a whole day.

Jiang Liye suddenly found herself very relaxed when talking to Ning Dongyang. It seemed that ever since that day at her second sister's house, she had felt that Ning Dongyang was different from before.

Now, Ning Dongyang is less reserved around her and more like a sunny, masculine man.

When speaking.

Ning Dongyang noticed a book of classical Chinese poetry analysis beside Jiang Liye. He smiled and said, "I remember you majored in economics. Now you're reading books on classical Chinese poetry. Have you switched majors?"

Jiang Liye felt embarrassed by what was said: "Can't I just look at it for fun?"

Ning Dongyang sat down opposite her, and surprisingly had the urge to tease her: "Sister Liye, in the appreciation of ancient poetry, there is only 'zhi hu zhe ye' (之乎者也), no, it should be 'when will the spring flowers and autumn moon end' (春花秋月何时了).

"If you're just looking for fun, you should be looking at 'The CEO Who Likes to Read Books' instead."

Jiang Liye was taken aback: "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end?"

She automatically ignored Ning Dongyang's teasing remark about her being a domineering CEO who liked to read. Hearing "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end?", her heart trembled, and she seemed to perceive a scene.

Simple words can evoke a unique mood.

However, she couldn't remember when the spring flowers and autumn moon ended, or which poem it came from.

Jiang Liye has a photographic memory. She can remember all the ancient poems, but she will definitely have an impression of any masterpieces that have been passed down to us.

Ning Dongyang remembered that there was no Southern Tang last emperor here.

"Ning Dongyang, could you tell me which poem the line 'When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end?' comes from?"

Jiang Liye looked at Ning Dongyang with expectant eyes.

Judging from her appearance, she is a literary young woman who is fond of classical Chinese poetry.

Artistic young women are easy to fool, or rather, easy to coax.

Ning Dongyang decided to let her copy it, and incidentally improve his favorability towards her.

"This poem is by Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty."

"It was also his last poem, in the style of the poem 'Yu Meiren,' with the title 'When Will the Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon End?'"

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much of the past do we know?

"The east wind blew again last night in my small building; I cannot bear to look back at my homeland in the bright moonlight."

"The carved railings and jade steps should still be there, only the rosy cheeks have faded."

"How much sorrow can one have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

As Ning Dongyang finished reading, Jiang Liye stared in a daze.

Li Yu is hailed as the "Emperor of Ci Poetry," capable of using the simplest words to depict the most beautiful artistic conceptions, a feat unmatched before or since.

"Ning Dongyang? I've never heard of him."

"This poem is truly beautiful."

Jiang Liye murmured over and over again, "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end..."

Seeing that she seemed a little dazed, Ning Dongyang leaned closer and whispered, "Let me tell you about the history of this poem."

Then I told her the story of Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the two Zhou empresses.

He himself felt a pang of sadness as he spoke.

Little Zhou Empress!

Ning Dongyang, filled with resentment, really wanted to travel back to the Southern Tang Dynasty and crush that guy in the north with his axe-sounding candlelight.

"What a poignant story, what exquisite lyrics."

Jiang Liye looked dazed: "How come I've never heard of this before?"

Ning Dongyang made up a story with a straight face: "I saw it in a rare book."

Jiang Liye leaned towards Ning Dongyang, her voice urgent: "Where's the book?"

"Can I borrow it to take a look?"

Ning Dongyang spread his hands: "It's lost."

Jiang Liye suddenly realized, "No, no, that's not right."

"History is never wrong, Ning Dongyang. The Southern Tang and Northern Song dynasties you mentioned simply did not exist."

The parallel worlds have different histories from Earth.

There is no Southern Tang Dynasty here, no Li Yu, and no masterpieces of Song poetry.

Ning Dongyang could only continue to spout nonsense: "Perhaps history has been altered."

Jiang Liye shook her head slightly: "To distort history and erase an existing dynasty? That's absolutely impossible."

"Historians are not individuals; they are generations of people. It is impossible for them to change the people of one dynasty and fabricate a new one."

Ning Dongyang spouted utter nonsense: "I'm not a historian, how would I know these things? Anyway, I saw it in a rare book."

"Hey, Li Ye, something's off about your eyes."

"You don't actually think I wrote 'The Poppy'?"

"Who do I think I am? I can't even recognize the characters properly, how could I possibly write such poetry?"

Jiang Liye's eyes were clear: "Ning Dongyang, you've given yourself away."

"The fact that this is a unique copy passed down through generations is not a problem in itself."

"But do you know what?"

"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? This is the most beautiful poem I have ever heard. If it were to be passed down through generations, there would not only be one copy of it. It should be widely circulated by later generations and truly become a household name."

Ning Dongyang chuckled, with a hint of roguishness: "What you said makes a lot of sense, it's just a rare copy."

Jiang Liye rolled her eyes at him, didn't say anything more, and took out a simple notebook and an ordinary ballpoint pen from the bag that was placed to the side.

Head bowed, he meticulously wrote down each word from memory.

Her handwriting, like her personality, possesses a gentle and serene beauty.

Ning Dongyang couldn't bear to look away.

What's so interesting about words? A person with no moral bottom line like him, of course, likes to look at people.

I wonder when the song "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon" will end, and whether my favorability rating has increased.

Ning Dongyang gave her a Mysterious Eye.

Name: Jiang Liye

Age: 26

【Height: 172】

【Favorites: 92】

Appearance rating: 97

Number of participants: 0

Ning Dongyang remembered that last time, Jiang Liye's favorability rating towards him was 88, which was the highest among the Jiang family members, apart from the current Jiang Liluo.

Now it has broken through 90 and reached 92.

As expected, female literary youths are easy to please.

He currently possesses a wealth of powerful talents, including Li Yu, Li Qingzhao, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Liu Yong, Yan Shu, and many others. He can produce any talent he desires.

Feeling quite pleased with himself, Ning Dongyang quietly got up to get his math book.

Jiang Liye paused, pen in hand: "Ning Dongyang, are you leaving?"