The moment the Peach Blossom Limited Edition appeared, it captured the attention of everyone present.
The scholars thought it was beautiful but had no particular designs on it. The young ladies were different: as they gazed at the outfit, their eyes shone with determination to have it!
"Brother, my dearest brother, I really want that outfit! Will you win it for me?"
Some of the girls who had come with their brothers immediately tugged at their sleeves and pleaded sweetly.
"All right, all right. I'll do my best to win it for you!"
Scenes like this played out in more than one place.
Others noticed that the ladies they adored also looked at the outfit with longing, and promptly resolved to win it for them.
Seeing that the atmosphere had grown lively, the shopkeeper said:
"I am deeply honored by everyone's enthusiasm. Now, please come up and recite the poems you have composed!"
Jiang Nuan watched the stage curiously. Soon, a young man stepped up and began reciting his poem to the peach grove and the people beneath its trees.
Hmm, this is a landscape poem, depicting the beauty of peach blossoms in full bloom in spring and expressing the poet's love for them.
As Jiang Nuan listened to his poem, she began analyzing it.
When she reflected on her analysis, she could not help laughing. Wasn't that just one of the poetry-analysis templates she had memorized?
No wonder something had felt so strangely familiar. She had been transported straight back to doing exercises in high school.
I do not want to relive my high school nightmares! Stupid brain, just listen to the poems. Stop overthinking everything!
Jiang Nuan felt helpless. Analyzing poetry had practically become a reflex.
Several more people went up to recite their poems, and Jiang Nuan