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Let's get straight to the point.
Today happens to mark the beginning of spring.
It's also the day when the Tea Pavilion launches its new products.
Why not make spring our theme?
Everyone, you may begin.
Green leaves sway gracefully in the wind.
Flowers bloom everywhere, vibrant and beautiful.
I really want to secretly pick one.
And tuck it behind your left ear.
This poem is lacking.
What is this?
The last two lines are at best
third-grade level.
Green clouds swirl and dance lightly.
In dreams, the fragrance lingers in countless ways.
At midnight, spring thunder rumbles.
It scares me into diving under the covers.
It's all right, Miss Bai.
These are my feelings for you.
Since no one has produced a top-grade poem yet,
let Miss Su and I
present a poem for everyone.
Miss Su, please.
You're really putting on a show.
The east wind brings green across the land.
All things revive and show new faces.
Not bad.
My heart dances with the swallows' song and the breeze.
Spring is full of vibrant life.
Good.
Very good.
Great poem.
Truly a great poem.
What a wonderful poem.
Excellent poem.
I didn't expect Young Master Wei to be so talented in literature.
You're too kind, my friend.
Miss Su responded beautifully.
The structure of this poem is very well balanced.
The imagery is clear and profound.
Excellent poem.
Is there anyone else who wants to go up?
Congratulations to both of you for winning the princess's calligraphy.
Thank you, sir.
The Shangdu Poetry Gathering
is nothing special.
Who is that?
Who is this?
How arrogant!
Who is that?
I've never seen him before.
Young Master Xiao, what do you mean by that?
He's just boasting.
Such wording
is dull and ordinary.
There's really nothing beautiful about it.
It's not worthy of the tea from the Tea Pavilion.
Xiao Ning.
What are you up to now?
Nothing.
I just think
everyone's poems are too mediocre.
If Her Highness's calligraphy
really ends up in Wei Yihao's hands,
wouldn't it be wasted?
You—
Even Lord Lianzhang, Mr. Qianlin,
and Young Master Han
all gave it top marks.
If His Highness's calligraphy isn't given to me,
who else could it go to?
Me, of course.
I haven't even composed a poem yet.
You?
Are you kidding?
Xiao Ning,
stop talking nonsense.
You're embarrassing the Su family.
It's just composing a poem.
It's not something you can just do off the cuff.
Off the cuff?
Just like that?
Isn't he just a live-in son-in-law?
Can he even write poetry?
That's way too arrogant.
Exactly, and he says he can do it off the cuff.
What's so impressive about that?
I invite everyone here to give me a topic.
I'll compose a poem within ten steps.
How about that?
A poem in ten steps?
Compose a poem in just ten steps
I think even the top three in the imperial exam
wouldn't dare make such a boast
He doesn't even know who he is anymore
Exactly
Auntie
Did you enjoy today's poetry gathering?
Poetry is not really my forte
I thought the Tea Pavilion sponsored the poetry event
because they had found a new business strategy
But from the looks of it
it's just a way to appear cultured
When it comes to business in Dajing
if you claim to be second best
no one would dare claim to be first
Such trivial matters aren't worth watching
Boring
Let's go
I'm sure everyone here
has already tasted
the Tea Pavilion's Four Seasons Spring tea
I wonder if the taste of this tea
is the same as the salted tea you usually drink
It's not the same
That's right
Yuanli Green
Five-Colored Beauty
Leisurely Autumn
Worldly Dreams, Enchanting Fragrance, Pure as Xu
These are the base teas for making Four Seasons Milk Tea.
They are also from the Tea Pavilion.
Several new teas will be launched soon.
These teas can be brewed directly with hot water.
You’ll taste tea flavors you’ve never experienced before.
Each of you try a different one.
Tell me how you feel after tasting it.
With your descriptions,
I can compose a poem in ten steps.
You must not only capture the feeling,
but also create a poem in ten steps.
This is much harder than the previous assigned topic.
It’s much more difficult.
So these are the base teas for Four Seasons Milk Tea.
Let’s try them first.
Yes, yes.
Hurry, try it! Try it!
What a fragrant tea!
My promotion is way too successful.
I really am a genius.
Everyone,
how does it taste?
It's delicious.
When I drink milk tea,
it's this tea aroma that I love.
This is good tea.
Although this tea is bitter,
it's not as salty and astringent as salted tea.
It's like a constantly flowing stream,
with ups and downs.
There's a rare freshness in the mouth.
Such good tea.
An expert.
A true connoisseur.
This tea has a lingering, mellow aftertaste.
Like a rainbow stretching endlessly across the sky.
Truly a top-quality tea.
Drink more, have some more.
Since Brother Xiao is so confident,
let me have the first cup.
This cup of enchanting fragrance
reminds me of all these years
of hardship wandering away from home.
Brother Xiao, why not compose a poem inspired by this feeling?
Would you?
Of course.
At dusk, the distant mountains are dark.
The sky is cold, the humble house is poor.
From the brushwood gate, I hear a dog barking.
A traveler returns at night through wind and snow.
What a fine poem.
Xiao Ning
You
What do you mean, "you"?
Your husband here has memorized six hundred Tang and Song poems,
not for nothing.
I think Kong Sheng is just homesick.
Then let me recite this poem by Liu Changqing for you.
"Staying with the master of Mount Furong on a snowy night."
It'll move you so much you'll end up crying under your blanket.
This...
Wonderful.
Truly exquisite.
This poem
has simple words but deep meaning.
Especially this line:
"At the brushwood gate, I hear a dog bark,"
"A traveler returns on a snowy night."
It truly
expresses my longing for warmth in this world.
Indeed.
Brother Xiao,
I truly admire you.
I must admit I am not as good.
Mr. Kong, you are too modest.
Wei Yihao
Do you have any objections?
You useless son-in-law.
How could you have such literary talent?
You must have secretly read Xueyan's poem.
This poem must have been written by Xueyan.
Young Master Wei makes a good point.
My sister is the most talented woman in Shangdu.
This Xiao Ning
must have secretly memorized
one of my sister's poems
to get by.
I heard the Su family's son-in-law really is a good-for-nothing.
He can't even read a single character.
Xiao Ning
This cup of worldly dreams leaves a lingering aftertaste.
And a sense of bitterness lingers in my heart.
Let's see what you have to say.
Flowers fall on their own, water flows on its own.
One longing, two places of idle sorrow.
There is no way to dispel these feelings.
Just left my brow, yet it weighs on my heart.
What a beautiful poem.
Captivating, full of tender feelings and endless longing.
Just left my brow, yet it weighs on my heart.
What aftertaste, what bitterness?
I think you are full of spring feelings.
Since that's the case,
why not let the real
greatest female poet of all time,
Madam Li Qingzhao,
teach you what delicate emotions are,
and how to express them gracefully.
Young Master Xiao,
how did you know I have someone in my heart?
Could it be that you...
You are the one I think of.
Miss Zhou, please behave yourself.
Young Master Xiao,
this is a poetry gathering.
How improper this is.
Is it you?
I knew it must be you, Young Master Xiao.
Young Master Xiao, say something.
Young Master Xiao,
Mind your behavior, mind your behavior.
Young Master Xiao,
Miss Zhou, let's go.
Young Master Xiao,
Young Master Xiao,
This cup is as clear and pure as water.
It brings peace to the heart.
It stirs no waves within.
Just like how I feel about you.
Please compose a poem with this feeling, Young Master Xiao.
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