"Riding swift beneath the spring breeze, my horse's hooves flew; in a single day, I beheld all the flowers of Chang'an."
Seated before his desk, the young man looked at the line of poetry on the rice paper and could not help murmuring it again in satisfaction. This poem was truly excellent—the feeling of a young man achieving fame and success rushed straight at him!
Only then did he rise.
After the ink had dried, he carefully rolled up the rice paper and prepared to head for the poetry appreciation gathering being held tonight aboard the "Flower Barge" outside the Capital City. Many scholars, and even high officials and nobles, would be attending.
It was said that several city lords would be there as well.
Among them was even the lord of Flying Fish City in Hai Province. Not only was he a mighty Golden Core cultivator, he also deeply loved poetry. It was said that he had collected quite a few calligraphic treasures containing poems left behind by the Imperial Preceptor.
His main purpose in coming this time was to show them off.
Great Xia had always had a flourishing culture of poetry.
Many peerless poems had been passed down from years ago, and over time, Great Xia Kingdom's poetic culture had remained quite prosperous. The lord of Flying Fish City was one such avid collector of poetry.
Tonight, there were still one or two hours before the Flower Barge Festival outside the Capital City began.
A great many top courtesans, as well as young men and women from every Aristocratic Clan, were hurrying toward the Flower Barge to attend this annual festival.
Outside the Flower Barge by the shore.
"Oh?"
The lord of Flying Fish City suddenly looked toward the lord of Fat City approaching the Flower Barge