Wenlong was feeling thoroughly bored and was just thinking of returning to the inn to rest when he spotted a large crowd gathered around a noticeboard, discussing something animatedly.
The common itch for gossip flared up, and Wenlong was no exception. He squeezed into the crowd to take a look and saw the notice on the board.
The Clear Tea Court in the inner city will hold a poetry appreciation gathering. Eminent literary masters will attend to read and appraise the poems.
At the recommendation of the various academies, Liuliu, the literary prodigy of the Liu family, will host this gathering. All scholars are warmly encouraged to participate.
Wenlong laughed when he read this. Who would have thought that little brat was a literary prodigy?
That bore absolutely no resemblance to the image she had presented in the Death Forest.
That violent girl, that little demoness who killed decisively and never showed mercy, was a literary prodigy?
Still, his impression of Liuliu as a little foodie was even stronger. Wenlong found it truly unbelievable.
But after browsing through several thousand years of history and civilization, wouldn't I be letting down all those peerless poems in my head if I didn't go show off a little?
I'll let you all appreciate what a peerless masterpiece looks like-fine verses whose fragrance lingers through the ages.
Early the next morning, Wenlong washed up and considered whether he should darken his face a little, lest Liuliu tease him by calling him "pretty sister" again.
Sigh, this damned peerless face of mine. No matter what I do, it's still a beauty that stuns the world.
Forget it. She's already used to calling me that, and there's nothing I can do about her anyway. I'll just use peerless verses to knock everyone's socks off.
After breakfast,