Fu Hua held her brush and looked at the talented scholars before her, who had no idea how to begin and were at a complete loss. She searched through the poems in her memory.
As the saying went, if you read Three Hundred Tang Poems by heart, even if you could not compose poetry, you could still recite it.
What Fu Hua thought of was one of the representative works of Li Shangyin, the famous poet of the Late Tang Dynasty.
Li Shangyin would not be born for nearly another century, so she would not run into the farce of copying a predecessor's poem. She silently apologized to Li Shangyin. If she could remain in this world for a hundred years, she would definitely make it up to him then.
Fu Hua picked up her brush and began writing, word by word, without pausing. Her handwriting was excellent as well... and the script she used was one created by Emperor Huizong of Song Zhao Ji during the Song Dynasty—the famous Slender Gold Script.
The huangyi girl stood beside Fu Hua and watched the characters she wrote. It was a style of calligraphy she had never seen before, yet it was undeniably distinctive and beautiful. She immediately admired Fu Hua even more. Regardless of how the poem turned out, this calligraphy alone was refined enough for elegant society.
Combined with Fu Hua's looks, she was simply an unparalleled Young Master blessed with both talent and beauty.
Her heart kept pounding wildly. She felt that as long as she could stay by Fu Hua's side, she would be satisfied even if she were only a maidservant.
"Jinshe Wuduan Wushi Xian, Yixian Yizhu Si Huajian..." After Fu Hua finished writing the first line, the huangyi girl silently recited it to herself. Though it