At noon, someone came with a message. Shang Ruyi was already dressed neatly and followed Yu Wenye to Liangyi Hall.
At this moment, the wind suddenly picked up, the north wind howled, cutting at their faces like knives. Just as they reached the entrance of the hall, they heard a familiar voice carried by the wind, reciting in a high-pitched tone—
The green mountains are long frozen, the earth long in autumn, day and night the springs babble at Huazhou.
Smoke invades the official's residence for ten thousand homes, clouds surround the governor's tower all year.
The wind drives thunder and lightning near the river, cranes lead the immortals to a moonlit stroll.
On the peak, the spiritual medicine matures, no frost or snow touches the people's heads.
Shang Ruyi paused in her steps, causing Yu Wenye to halt as well. They heard Yu Wenquan's voice full of smiles say, "Good, good poem, good lines, good imagery!"
"Father Emperor's praise is lofty."
