As he copied more and more poems, Xu Qi 'an gradually found the trick of scholars "divinity show." Only melonrind would answer what others asked.
He had to keep them in suspense.
Just like now, from the fourth to the guests, from the guests to the courtesans, from the courtesans to the maidservants at the table, they were all looking at him, waiting to see what would happen.
Under everyone's gaze, Xu Qi 'an stood up and paced around the hall. After seven steps, he stopped and said slowly, ""It takes ten years to sharpen a sword."
Chu Yuanqi was stunned. He had just said that he was nurturing his sword, and Xu Qi 'an immediately said this. It was obvious that the poem was written for him.
Number four was touched. He had never met Xu Qi 'an before, but he was willing to compose a poem for him after a few drinks and a few words of conversation. He was so friendly and enthusiastic. It was really shameful.
