In Jingchen Hall.
After a moment, Su Changfeng, having finished reciting, pursued, "Mr. Zhu, what do you think of these verses?"
"They're... they're okay, the rhythm is quite good."
"It's not about the rhythm," Su Changfeng shook his head to correct, a desire to express bursting forth in his heart, "The brilliance of this ode lies in its elegant wording without being frivolous, breaking away from the current Academy's flamboyant literary style, each line brims with refreshing air, truly invigorating, especially with those occasional stunning lines."
"Um, really..." Zhu Yourong whispered.
"Yes." Su Changfeng couldn't help but return to his old habits as a teacher at the Academy, "And the most exquisite aspect is its vivid depiction of the Li Territory Goddess in the text, capturing an essence that's both grand yet not overwhelming, beautiful but not shocking, so vivid that reading it feels like viewing a masterpiece painting."
"......"
