Lin Su smiled. "Jiangnan Garden, a garden of elegance. What moves them is probably not the sword."
"Obviously not!" Sun Zhen's eyes shifted slightly. "Could it be that you want to try using your poetry, lyrics, and songs?"
"South of the Yangtze is fair; its scenes I knew of old. At sunrise, river blossoms burn redder than fire; in spring, river waters turn greener than blue. How could one not remember Jiangnan?" Lin Su recited leisurely. "Come, let's give it a try!"
My heavens, in the blink of an eye, such an exquisite lyric on Jiangnan had rolled off his tongue. Sun Zhen's heart trembled. What kind of talent was that?
But did he really think such a method would work?
She would bet her long-lost chastity that his approach could never work, because he had no idea what sort of people lived in Jiangnan Garden.
Buddhist temples housed monks who had cast away the four worldly elements.
Jiangnan Garden housed a pack of cold-blooded people who had likewise cast away the four worldly elements...
The boat traveled three thousand li, following the river into the water country.
The mountains became gentler.
The river became more tender and lingering.
Verdant life steamed up beneath autumn's warm sun, and in this stretch of heaven and earth, autumn's footsteps seemed to have slowed.
Beside emerald waters and beneath green mountains, an immense manor cast its peerlessly elegant reflection upon the water.
The three words "Jiangnan Garden" were inscribed upon the verdant gatehouse, like swallows returning for the first time.
Behind it, pale mist coiled and drifted, creating a scene of tranquility and peace.
Just as Lin Su's golden boat was about to touch the embankment ahead, it vanished into thin air.
With one step, he arrived before Jiangnan Garden, Sun Zhen standing