Feng Qiwu followed and read it through and smiled and said, "Princess, this is actually a fu article. Its words are gorgeous, its syllables are bright, and it combines the style of Chu Ci and Han Fu in one furnace, which is quite like "Goddess" and "The Goddess of Luo River".

Youmeng listened silently, and he said again: "It's just that in my opinion, this is a masterpiece that hides the relationship between men and women. The fu is to express the infinite admiration for the person in my heart. This person must be affectionate and touching, deeply and lingering, and express the sadness of love but not getting it."

Youmeng didn't speak, her eyebrows were deep, and she turned around and walked a few steps.

"Kunlun is bright, the heaven and earth are Xihuang; the daughter Xi songs, floating rivers are vast." Feng Qiwu read the preface of the poem, "The opening sentences are praising Fuxi and Nuwa. These two gods have nurtured mortals in the world... This should be a metaphor here, which is really interesting."[1]

Youmeng glanced at him with confusion.

He looked at her and smiled thoughtfully: "Fuxi and Nuwa are not only a godly couple, but also a brother and sister with the same father and mother."

Youmeng's heart skipped a beat, as if some of the confused and uneasy secrets in her heart were hit by someone.

""If you have to trust me, I will always be a concubine. Jie Feng is in love with me, and I will be in the prehistoric world." Feng Qiwu read along the ink color on the paper. "Although Fuxi and Nuwa, the brothers and sisters, are considered unfair to people today, since they can write this sentence, they do not object to their bonding, or even envy?"[2]

Youmeng unnaturally avoided his gaze, afraid that he would see something.

Feng Qiwu looked at ten lines at a glance, skipped some content, and looked at some heavy and conspicuous sentences: ""I sleep in the morning and night, and think of it like crazy. I am dying and poisoning my heart." ... I can't imagine how heart-breaking pain he felt after being rejected by his lover."

That subtle empathy made Youmeng confused in an instant.

"Actually, he himself knew that this relationship was useless. The more unforgettable it was, the more it seemed to drink poison to quench thirst. But he couldn't help but choose to be such a stubborn and infatuated love."

Feng Qiwu sighed for the man, and Youmeng's heart seemed to be crumpled, and she didn't dare to listen anymore.

"The lyrics are colorful, and they are both elegant and resentful. Such a talent for writing is not something that ordinary people can have." Feng Qiwu held up the fu article and faced her, "Princess, just from the handwriting and writing style, based on your understanding of the people in the palace, can you tell who wrote it?"

"I..." She took it back in her hands, her hands couldn't stop shaking, as if every word had a burning temperature, "I don't know..."

"What's wrong with the princess?" Feng Qiwu saw from the moment she was not right. "Don't you like this fu? Then let them stop singing."

She was confused, she lowered her eyes and shook her head, looking listless: "It's getting late, you can go back quickly..."

Although her appearance made him feel at ease, he gave up asking questions at will, just leaning forward to salute her and saying goodbye without leaving any words worth remembering. Then he kept his promise and left Yujing Tower. He knew that he was not a person who was dragging on the mud.

The room fell empty, and Youmeng could finally quietly peel off the cocoons and think about what she should do next.

"I was bound by myself." She couldn't help but remember the last sentence the man said to her under the grape trellis, "The bitter fruit I made... I will eat it alone."

Is the bitter fruit he said really...

She subconsciously looked back on the rice paper, her eyes trembled slightly, and fell to the end of the fu-

"I sing for a long time and my sorrow is roaring with joy; I wander forever and my depressedness is dying with death."

Even if it is to vent the sorrow in my heart, I should not write down this obvious text for people to sing, so that others can know his depression. It is tantamount to making this inappropriate relationship public. Isn’t this to cause her to be injustice?

Youmeng was shrouded in great sorrow and fear. Her eyes gradually became colder, and she made up her mind to close the paper.

It seems that some things must be made clear.

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Notes:

[1] Emperor Xi: Fuxi. Nuxi: Nuwa.

[2] Tricho: means animal mating and reproduction, and later refers to mating.
Chapter completed!