Chapter 137: Chen Yan writes a poem, a gift to Miss Suiwan in mid-spring!

"A Yuan, just picking one of these out is worth a lot; isn't it sincere enough?"

Pei Suiwan heard Yuwen Yuan's teasing of Chen Yan, hurriedly pulled her hand, and said.

Immediately, she hurriedly looked at Chen Yan, smiled lightly, and explained: "A Yan Brother, A Yuan didn't mean anything else, don't take it to heart!"

It was obvious that Pei Suiwan was smoothing things over.

She was afraid that her sweetheart would misunderstand her as a woman who was greedy, insatiable, profit-seeking, and very ungrateful.

"It's okay, the Princess's words are actually reasonable; these vulgar items indeed cannot reflect sincerity..."

Chen Yan shook his head, met Pei Suiwan's apologetic gaze, smiled warmly, and opened his mouth to say.

After a pause, he changed the subject and continued, "So, I have also prepared some... other thank-you gifts!"

Picking faults?

Teasing?

Sorry, he, Chen, never fought a battle without preparation.

This guy actually still had a backup plan... Yuwen Yuan narrowed her beautiful eyes, looked at the confident Chen Yan, and said playfully, "Oh?"

"I'd like to hear the details!"

Originally, she just wanted to simple revenge, but she didn't expect this guy surnamed Chen to be so well prepared...

"He is so attentive to me..."

Pei Suiwan pursed her red lips and smiled, looking at Chen Yan with tenderness in her eyebrows.

The man she loved treated her with such care; which woman wouldn't be moved?

"I know Suiwan is a person who loves literature and poetry, so I specially composed a poem as a gift!"

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, glanced at Yuwen Yuan, and said unhurriedly.

Actually, the Princess didn't know that the front was all just good-looking filler; this was the main event he had prepared...

That was the first talented woman in Chang'an; naturally, he had to cater to her preferences!

"You actually prepared a poem?!"

Yuwen Yuan was startled first, then quickly calmed down.

That's right, that's right, he is the Great Zhou Poetry Immortal...

Even if he composed a poem on the spot, it was an existence that could be done easily.

Plus his head was so shrewd, how could he not write down a poem in advance?

"It really is a poem!"

"Lord Chen Yan composed a poem for Suiwan!"

Du Shuying's delicate hands gripped her skirt tightly, confirming what she had just thought in her heart.

As early as when "Clouds and Flowers" came out, they had wanted a handed-down poem gifted by Cao Kun and named after them.

And now Pei Suiwan was about to get it...

Du Shuying would be lying if she said she wasn't envious!

"Please take a look, Suiwan!"

Chen Yan's mouth curled slightly upward, took out a scroll from his sleeve, and handed it over.

"Okay."

Pei Suiwan responded, suppressed the excitement in her heart, reached out to take it and opened it, took out the poem scroll with words, and read: "A gift to Miss Suiwan in mid-spring!"

Listening to the title of the poem, Yuwen Yuan couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

She knew very well that as long as it was another handed-down work, those few words would be worth a thousand gold...

That would be an existence like "A gift to Jiang Li in Luanchao Small Residence" and "Presented to the Grand Marshal in Early Spring", and Pei Suiwan's name would remain in the history books along with this poem.

Pei Suiwan's gaze fell on the text under the title, couldn't help but hold her breath, her body trembled, and after calming down, she read with cadence: "The peonies before the courtyard are enchanting but lack style, the lotus on the pond is clean but lacks emotion."

"Only the peony is the true national color, the city moves when it blooms!"

After reading, her bright beautiful eyes were filled with excitement.

This was a masterpiece that was absolutely not inferior to any of Chen Yan's previous poems.

"The peonies before the courtyard are enchanting but lack style, the lotus on the pond is clean but lacks emotion."

"Only the peony is the true national color, the city moves when it blooms!"

Yuwen Yuan and Du Shuying both had their gazes stagnate, repeating the poem in their mouths, full of shock, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses, sighing: "Good poem!"

"In just four sentences, with exquisite brushwork and profound meaning, it displays the kingly posture and peerless elegance of the peony to the fullest..."

"Truly a handed-down song chanting the peony!"

Yuwen Yuan swallowed hard, constantly repeating this poem, sighing in her heart.

Sometimes some things, you really have to admire.

Yuwen Yuan wouldn't say she was full of talent, but she had read quite a few books, and precisely because of this, she could better appreciate the gold content of this poem...

Give her ten years, twenty years, and she couldn't write a work that could look at its back.

"The three words 'lack style' criticize the peony for being enchanting but vulgar, lacking elegant style."

"'Clean but lacks emotion' accurately points out that the lotus, although clean and elegant, is slightly plain and lacks moving charm."

Du Shuying savored the words of this poem, murmuring in her heart.

Du Shuying knew this was a comparison, forming a strong contrast through the depreciation of the peony and the lotus, two famous flowers.

It cleverly set off the unique status of the peony as the "true national color", making the peony's elegant and luxurious stand out, showing an extraordinary temperament.

"The three words 'true national color' are even more of a divine stroke!" Pei Suiwan held the paper with the poem and couldn't help but nod.

Those three words directly completed the final sublimation.

The word "true" is decisive, emphasizing that the peony's national color and heavenly fragrance are well-deserved.

The term "national color" describes the peony's peerless appearance and gives it a noble symbolic meaning representing the country, elevating the peony to a supreme status.

The word "move" in "moves the city" uses a dynamic scene to set off the peony's charm from the side.

When the flowers bloom, the whole city moves, all to catch a glimpse of the peony's appearance, vividly showing the peony's peerless attraction.

That's not a poem, that's a beautiful painting.

Yuwen Yuan sighed long, looked at Chen Yan meaningfully, and felt a sourness in her mouth, slandering in her heart: "Is he praising the peony?"

"Clearly it's Suiwan!"

"The Great Zhou Poetry Immortal is indeed worthy of the name!"

This hand of borrowing flowers to metaphorize people is really played very smoothly.

You have to admire it!

"Suiwan, how is it?"

Chen Yan took in the shock of the three women, and after pressing the time, asked: "Do you like this poem?"

Actually, the poem Chen Yan originally wanted to copy was "The person by the kiln is like the moon, the white wrists are like frost and snow", and "Lazy to get up and paint the eyebrows, dressing up and washing", etc...

But after thinking about it, he felt that just praising beauty was a bit too superficial and vulgar.

Finally, he decided to use the most precious peony in Chang'an to win the beauty's heart...

"Like!"

"Really like it!"

"Thank you, A Yan Brother!"

Pei Suiwan held the poem scroll, couldn't put it down, and was overjoyed.

This poem could be said to have been sent to her heart...

It was far more valuable and weighty than those gold and jade items.

"As long as you like it..."

"I should be the one thanking you!"

Chen Yan nodded, smiled indifferently, and said.

"I didn't do anything that day..." Pei Suiwan smiled softly, her eyebrows full of affection, and said modestly.

There is joy, and there is sorrow; Du Shuying, who was watching from the side, witnessed this scene, pouted, and thought to herself: "If I had known, I would have rushed up first..."

"The person remembered by Lord Chen Yan would have been me..."

Du Shuying wasn't jealous of her close friend, but was regretting not doing it sooner.

If only she had been one step faster, just a little bit...

At this moment, in the Du Estate, that poem title should have been "A gift to Miss Shuying in mid-spring".

Just thinking about it made her sad.

"Princess Your Highness, how is it?"

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow, looked at the silent Yuwen Yuan, and asked with a smile: "Can this subordinate be considered barely sincere?"

What a vengeful guy... Yuwen Yuan curled her lips, really didn't want to admit it, but had to admit it, gritted her teeth: "Yes, too sincere!"

She finally realized that this guy was truly vengeful, but also clear about grievances...

Can be considered someone worth befriending.

"Of course."

Chen Yan blinked, changed the subject, and smiled: "What Chen prepared is not just one poem, but also one item!"

The words were full of deep meaning.

What new tricks has he come up with?... Yuwen Yuan looked at Chen Yan's confident appearance, and felt suspicious in her heart.

Chen Yan unhurriedly took out a black cloth bag from his bosom.

"What's in this little bag?" Du Shuying asked curiously.

"Please take a look, ladies!" Chen Yan didn't sell it, untied the bag, and revealed the things inside...

It was a pure white thing.

Yuwen Yuan took a close look, recognized the things in the bag, and said with extreme disdain: "What's so unique about this salt..."

Before she could finish, she suddenly realized something, "Wait!"

"You... you are fine salt?!" ===== CHAPTER 138 =====