Chapter Sixteen: Improvisational Poetry

  Hehe... signed... no nonsense... here's the main topic.

  On the second day, early in the morning, Yun Moyu, a special forces soldier, was also sleepy after being tossed about for a night. He followed Yang Wenchun and his maid Cuihong, as well as Yang Wenquan, who had a similarly tired expression. After washing up and dressing, they left the Yang residence and headed to Fahlian Temple in the northern suburbs of the city.

  In ancient times, men and women were different. Yang Wenguan rode a fine horse from the government office, taking the lead. Yun Qi sat in a carriage, accompanied by Yang Wenjin and Cuihong. However, Yun Qi's job was to drive the carriage as a coachman.

  Although he had ridden horses in his own world, driving a horse-drawn carriage was a first. With a sudden crack of the whip, the proud horse let out a pained whinny and lifted its front hooves high into the air, but didn't move forward. The carriage shook violently, causing the beauty inside to be frightened. Yang Wenjin pushed open the curtain and scolded: "Do you even know how to drive? Who treats horses like this?"

  Yun Qi dared to be angry but not dare to speak, thinking in his heart: "You're good, then come on, in my time we drove four-wheeled cars, the streets were full of Benzes and BMWs, I really haven't used a BMW from this era before." He could only say with a humiliated tone: "I...I...it's really my first time driving such a horse carriage."

  "Ah!" Yang Wenjin was blocked by Yun Qi's one sentence and didn't know how to respond, so she could only gesture to Cui Hong.

  Cui Hong was also a servant, only with a slightly higher status. She knew how to drive a horse carriage too, but in this era, it's not possible for a girl to drive a horse carriage, so she said to Yun Qi: "Yun Qi, do you see that rein? If you just pull it gently, the horse will run forward, and the whip in your hand is used to guide the way. If you want the horse to turn right, just gently whip its right side... right side..." She stammered for half a day, not knowing what to say.

  Yun Qi, who was quick-witted and sharp-eyed, understood Cui Hong's meaning and spoke on her behalf: "Is it about the buttocks?"

  "Hmm!" Cui Hong hummed in response and closed the curtain, no longer paying attention.

  Yun Qi had an idea to tease this little girl, so he said again: "If you want the horse to go left, where should you pull it?"

  "Yun Qi! Hurry up and drive!"

  "Uh..."

  Gradually mastering the knack, driving a horse-drawn carriage became second nature to Yun Qi. Before long, they had left the city gate behind, and the scenery on both sides of the road grew more beautiful by the minute. Yun Qi couldn't help but devote a few more thoughts to appreciating the view along the way. In his own world polluted by industrial chemicals, such scenery was truly rare, and he couldn't help but feel inspired to poetry. Without caring if it was plagiarizing someone else's masterpiece, he recited aloud in a sonorous voice: "The grass and trees know that spring will not return for long, a hundred kinds of red and purple compete in fragrance. What a wonderful scene!" His face flushed with delight.

  A moment of silence in the car, then Yang Wenjin's voice came out: "Yun Qi, is this poem written by you?"

  Yun Qi smiled and replied: "I'm not talented, but I've also studied for a few years, it's something I did."

  "It's hard to believe that you, a young book boy, can also come up with such poetic lines, and it seems you have some talent."

  "Thank you for your praise, Miss. Yun Qi is indeed a bit excited."

  "Hum! Not serious!"

  Yun Qi didn't mind, looked at Yang Wen Guan riding on the horse, no matter how good the scenery around was, it couldn't affect Young Master Yang's sleepwear. At this moment, this kid was lying on the horse, even if he saw Lord Zhou, he wasn't afraid of falling off. However, the carriage and horses were not moving fast, the road was also flat, it was quite stable, so there was no need to worry too much.

  After a while, they were still some distance from the Fahua Temple. Yang Wenchun, seeing the pleasant scenery outside the window, called out to Yun Qi, "Yun Qi, pull the carriage over to the side and let's take a short rest."

  Yun Qi's heart was filled with annoyance: "Your eldest sister got on the carriage and sat down, does she still need to rest?" But it wasn't good to say anything, so he could only laboriously stop the horse carriage by the side of the road and wake up Yang Wenguan at the same time.

  She stepped out of the carriage and walked a few steps, looking at the scenery in front of her. There was a lake, which was somewhat less beautiful than Baihua Lake, but the surrounding green hills and trees were also very pretty. She lazily raised her slender arm and stretched, causing her already perky breasts to seem like they wanted to break free from their restraints. Yun Qi's eyes widened in surprise, and his Adam's apple made a noticeable movement as if he was swallowing hard.

  Just then, Yang Wenjin turned around and saw Yun Qi's expression. After a moment's thought, she understood and her face flushed red. She wanted to tease the lustful book boy, so she said: "Yun Qi, seeing such a beautiful scenery, I order you to make a complete poem, otherwise when we go back, you won't be a book boy anymore, go sweep the toilet."

  Shrimp rice? No way, didn't you just take a look at those jade rabbits of yours? Take a look and want to make poetry? Can't even make it and still have to sweep the toilet? The women of this era are too...too...whatever. Thinking about my own era, aren't all those women dressing up and exposing themselves for people to see? In a certain island country with distorted thoughts, there are countless moving young girls making educational life videos, that's what I call explosive.

  Yang Wenguan didn't care what happened, seeing others get off the carriage, he climbed up by himself and found a place to lie down, tilting his head back to continue sleeping.

  Yun Qi couldn't help it, and started to rack her brains thinking of the poems she had learned from past dynasties, trying to match them with the current scenery. All sorts of information burst out of her brain, chaotic and disorganized. Yun Qi regretted not having studied more poetry before crossing over into this world where people loved to compose verses. If only she had crammed more of Li Bai's and Du Fu's poems before crossing over... Now her mind was a complete mess. After much effort, she finally managed to clear her thoughts, thinking back to the poems she had learned in school. She looked up to see the willow trees around her just starting to sprout new leaves, and swallows chasing each other above the lake. Suddenly, an idea struck her - Ah ha!

  Yun Qi took a few steps forward, came to Yang Wen's side, with his hands behind his back, holding his head high in a dignified manner, and recited: "The temple of Fa Lian is north of the hundred flowers west, the water surface is calm and the cloud feet are low. In several places, the early oriole competes for the warm tree, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud. The messy flowers are about to confuse people's eyes, the shallow grass can't hide the horse's hooves. I love the lake east road but it's not enough, looking at the lake dam in the green shade." Old Bai, sorry, I randomly altered your masterpiece, if you know in the afterlife, please don't hold a grudge against me.

  "The Fahua Temple is north of the hundred flowers, and the water surface is calm at the foot of the clouds...". She recited it lightly, looking at the cloud in front of her, and suddenly felt a sense of confusion in her heart. If this poem was really written by the person in front of her, then that person's talent would be absolutely not inferior to hers. But how could such a person be willing to serve as a servant in the mansion? Moreover, with that tone, that kind of annoying tone. However, his appearance when reciting the poem just now, although somewhat arrogant, had unintentionally rushed into her heart.

  Yun Qi glanced at Yang Wenjing with his spare vision, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: Hehe, little girl, do you think that I, brother, am talented, knowledgeable, and elegant? Oh ho ho... Don't fall in love with me easily, I'm just a legend!

  "Is this poem really written by you?" Yang Wenjin still had some doubts and asked softly.

  Of course not! Brother only knows how to fight, his learning is average, he understands a lot, but really can't write poetry. However, these words were just spoken from the heart, and what was said out loud was: "Miss Hui, I don't dare deceive you, Miss, this poem was indeed written by me on the spot, if you don't believe it, you can thoroughly investigate."

  Where to find, this era doesn't even have Bai Juyi, let alone the dynasty of White Dada. Moreover, Yang Wenqin was originally simple-minded, she carefully thought about the poems and lyrics she had learned, naturally couldn't find similar sentences, so she believed it.

  Seeing Yang Wenjin silently return to the car, Yun Qi quietly shook his head and didn't speak either. He could only push awake Yang Wenguang who was dozing off: "You little scamp should go where you need to go, don't get in the way of Master driving."

  It wasn't until Yang Wenguang finally managed to climb onto the horseback with great difficulty that Yun Qi drove the carriage forward towards Fahua Temple.

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  Today I took a day off from work... and came back to write my book, making up for the last two days! After this chapter is released, I will revise all the typos in the previous chapters, so the next update may be delayed.