"Brother Chen, Brother Chen!"
After Chen Sanshi finished cultivating for a while and set down his spear to rest, he saw Yan Changqing hurrying over with an excited expression. Quite a few men from the military followed behind him, all wearing the same look.
"Remarkable, truly remarkable!"
Yan Changqing clapped his hands in admiration. "Brother Chen is truly a model for our generation!"
"A model for what?"
Chen Sanshi was taken aback.
"Come on, there's no point pretending."
Yan Changqing grinned wickedly. "Word's gotten out. The entire Liangzhou City now knows about your romantic tale with Miss Ningxiang!"
"Isn't that right?"
Xie Sishu added, "Lord Chen activated his Adamantine Body and even collapsed the bed. Early this morning, when I was preparing to leave, I saw it with my own eyes—the maids carried a ruined bed down from the sixth floor."
"Damn."
"Milord is ferocious in the arena, and incomparably ferocious in bed too..."
Chen Sanshi guessed that since there was no way to explain the smashed bed, they could only carry it out openly and make up a story, thus keeping his identity from being exposed.
"And that half-poem Brother Chen wrote: 'A branch of crimson beauty, dew gathers fragrance; Mount Wu breaks hearts in vain'!"
Yan Changqing clicked his tongue. "And you said you couldn't write poetry!"
There was no Mount Wu in this world, but there happened to be a Mount Crow.
Chen Sanshi had altered it slightly when copying it down from memory.
"What about the second half?"
"Exactly! It's not a good habit for Brother Chen to write only half a poem!"
Though these sons of officials and wealthy families practiced martial arts, they had been made to study from childhood as well. Some were no worse than scholars, though inwardly they admired strength more.