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"Write a poem?"

Lin Feng looked up at the full moon outside the window and chuckled to himself.

He never expected that the first challenge set by the courtesan Song Yuwei would be to compose poems.

It seems that Song Yuwei is choosing a man who is both a skilled warrior and a literary genius.

Her standards are certainly high.

"Uncle Lin, don't be impatient. Good poems need to be carefully considered and polished slowly."

Song Yuwei waved her sleeve lightly and instructed Yingtao to bring the fine wine: "The night is long, Yuwei has plenty of time to wait for Lord Lin's masterpiece."

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the window, a faint smile playing on his lips: "It's just writing poetry, what's so difficult about it? To be honest, Miss Yuwei, in my spare time in the army, I love to ponder these little things about writing."

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Yuwei's beautiful eyes: "General Lin is actually proficient in poetry?"

Lin Feng nodded slightly, turned around to look back at the scenery inside the room, and inspiration suddenly surged into his mind.

"The candlelight casts a deep shadow on the peony-painted screen, as the long river gradually fades and the morning star sinks."

"Chang'e must regret stealing the elixir; her heart aches every night for the vast blue sea and sky."

With the poem finished, Lin Feng smiled and looked at Song Yuwei: "Miss Yuwei, what do you think of this piece?"

Song Yuwei glanced subconsciously at the peony screen in the room, then smiled sweetly.

"The candlelight was dim, the screen was bathed in light and shadow, the Milky Way slanted down, and the morning star disappeared. Lin Junye's description of the scenery was incredibly vivid."

"The second half of the line, 'Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, her heart yearning for the blue sea and sky every night,' is even more ingenious. The poem does not mention the word 'bright moon' at all, yet it makes Yuwei feel the moonlight surrounding her everywhere, making it a masterpiece."

Her face was full of surprise; she never expected that Lin Feng would actually have such talent.

Could it be that he is the man I have been waiting for?

"Miss Yuwei, your poetic inspiration is at its peak; how can one poem be enough to fully express your feelings?"

"Let me compose another poem for you, young lady!"

Bathed in the admiring and delighted gazes of Song Yuwei and Cherry, Lin Feng felt completely relaxed.

Such a perfect opportunity, if we don't seize it to show off our talents, wouldn't we be wasting this wonderful time and beautiful scenery?

He picked up his wine glass and paced slowly around the room, feigning a thoughtful expression.

He took a small sip of the fine wine, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Excellent wine! I've got it!"

Turning to look at Song Yuwei standing by the window, Lin Feng's deep, powerful voice slowly sang out—

"The moon shines brightly over the vast sea, pearls seem to weep; the sun warms the fields of Lantian, jade seems to emit smoke."

"This love can only be cherished in memory, for at the time it was already a regret."

Upon hearing the poem, Song Yuwei's heart skipped a beat.

This poem was even more intricate and beautiful than the previous one. She was immersed in it, and a touch of tenderness gradually rose in her eyes.

As soon as he finished writing the poem, Lin Feng didn't delay and said, "Miss Yuwei, I also have a short poem that I wrote casually while drinking with my brothers in the army. I'll give it to you today as well."

Song Yuwei smiled and nodded, gazing at him expectantly.

"The bright moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of ​​clouds."

"A long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, passing through the Jade Gate Pass."

Upon hearing the opening two sentences, Song Yuwei's anticipation instantly turned into ecstasy, and she felt an overwhelming sense of admiration.

This poem is completely different from the previous two in style; it is grand and majestic, exuding a heroic spirit.

"The Han army descended the Baideng Road, while the Hu barbarians spied on the Qinghai Bay."

"This place has always been a battlefield, but no one has ever returned."

Lin Feng raised his wine glass high, offering a toast to the heavens and the bright moon.

"The soldiers stationed on the frontier gaze towards the distant lands, their faces etched with longing for home."

"In the high towers this night, sighs of lamentation will surely not cease!"

Song Yuwei took a deep breath, barely calming her turbulent emotions, and stepped forward to bow gracefully to Lin Feng.

"Yuwei was blind to Mr. Lin's great talent before, and is truly ashamed!"

"These three poems by the gentleman are all more exquisite than the last, especially the third one, which is grand and majestic, with the powerful spirit of the poems of the founding emperor of this dynasty."

"With this work alone, you are more than qualified to secure a place for yourself in the poetry world of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

This is Li Bai's timeless masterpiece, how could it be bad?

Lin Feng muttered to himself, but on the surface he humbly cupped his hands and smiled, "Miss Yuwei, you flatter me. It was just a sudden burst of inspiration."

"Have I passed this first hurdle?"

Song Yuwei nodded with a smile: "Of course I've calculated it!"

Song Yuwei's favorability +5

Lin Feng glanced at the virtual panel; Song Yuwei's favorability towards him had accumulated to seventeen.

He downed the remaining wine in his cup in one gulp. The alcohol made him feel hot all over, and when he looked at Song Yuwei under the moon, she appeared even more stunning.

"Miss Yuwei, please reveal the second challenge!"

Lin Feng made up his mind that he must pass all three tests tonight and win her heart!

Song Yuwei smiled sweetly: "Mr. Lin, please follow me. The second challenge is in the inner room."

Inside Song Yuwei's residence, a separate, elegant room was partitioned off.

The room is filled with various musical instruments such as the guqin, pipa, and guzheng, with a thin gauze curtain embroidered with landscape patterns hanging behind them.

Seeing this, Lin Feng seemed to be pondering: "Is Miss Yuwei going to test my knowledge of musical instruments?"

Song Yuwei lightly tapped the gauze curtain with her fingertip: "In a moment, Yuwei will go behind the curtain and play three pieces through it. After each piece, Mr. Lin must play a piece that resonates with the original's sentiment. If all three pieces are in perfect harmony, then you will pass the test."

Without hesitation, Raymond Lam sat down in the center of the musical instruments and gestured for them to enter.

"Miss Yuwei, please!"

His calm and composed demeanor aroused Song Yuwei's curiosity even more: just how many unknown skills does this person have?

Cherry poured Lin Feng a glass of fine wine and stood by his side, waiting with him for Song Yuwei to play.

Suddenly, melodious piano music drifted from behind the gauze curtain.

After listening intently for a moment, Lin Feng immediately recognized the piece as the famous "Guangling San".

The piece begins with a somber and heavy tone, demanding a very high level of skill from the performer.

The middle section gradually becomes more intense, full of conflict, requiring frequent use of complex techniques such as "cuo" and "gunfu".

Lin Feng paid special attention to the middle section and found that Song Yuwei played flawlessly, her piano skills had reached a high level.

The "Guangling San" piece ended with a tragic and somber final note, leaving a lingering, desolate aftertaste.

Cherry glanced at Lin Feng and saw him with his eyes closed, seemingly savoring the lingering sound of the zither. She couldn't help but feel worried for him.

Her young lady had fallen into prostitution, and these three tests were set up to select true confidants; the threshold was extremely high.

Raymond Lam is the closest he has come to success in a long time. Will he be able to successfully take on this role?

After a short while, Lin Feng casually picked up the pipa beside him, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the pipa music suddenly burst forth.

His actions immediately created a tense atmosphere on the battlefield, as if swords were drawn and a storm was brewing.

Behind the gauze curtain, Song Yuwei's beautiful eyes flashed with surprise and admiration: "House of Flying Daggers?"

The piece Lin Feng chose was "Ambush from Ten Sides," which perfectly matched the artistic conception of "Guangling San."

The continuous twirling, string twisting, and piercing sounds, with their exquisite techniques, left Cherry, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.

She had followed Song Yuwei for many years and had learned some musical skills from her, but she had never seen such skillful and superb playing techniques.

Lin Feng's skills far surpassed those of all the musicians at Yichun Courtyard, and were almost on par with her young mistress!

Just who exactly is this General Lin?

Is there anything he can't do?

The melody of "Ambush from Ten Sides" progresses layer by layer from the grim atmosphere before the battle, to the brutality during the battle, and finally to the desolation after the battle.

The rhythm suddenly slowed down, and scattered notes fell like sighs, finally ending with a mournful "crack" of the fourth string.

When the music ended, neither Raymond Lam nor Song Yuwei behind the gauze curtain spoke; the music had already conveyed their mutual understanding.

Inside the gauze curtain, Song Yuwei calmed her agitated emotions and began to play again.