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Chapter 1069: Chapter 971 Counting the Romantic Figures_5 Chapter 1069: Chapter 971 Counting the Romantic Figures_5 “`
“The moon is born over the sea, we share this moment, though worlds apart. Lovers resent the long night, for it kindles longing through the hours. Blowing out the candle to pity its full glow, donning clothes feeling the dew’s wet. I cannot bear to give this away, so I return to bed to dream of our time together.”

Silence!

As if the entire world had gone silent!

And this is only the eighth poem—are you all already incapable?

Sun Yaohuo took in everyone’s reactions at The First Pavilion, but his rhythm of recitation seemed eternal, “In this portal last year, human faces and peach blossoms reflected each other’s red. The human faces have disappeared, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze!”

The peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze!

I am laughing at you!

Sun Yaohuo had an unprecedented sense of pleasure,
“Parting is hard, as is parting again, the east wind is powerless against the flowers’ demise. The silkworm shall not cease spinning silk until death, the candle shall not weep tears until it turns to ash. Morning clouds alter the adorned hair, singing at night I feel the moonlight’s chill. Not far to Penglai, persistently the bluebird seeks to see.”

The ninth poem is here.

Can the tenth be far behind?

“You know I have a husband, and yet you gift me a pair of bright pearls. Touched by your lingering affection, I tie them to my crimson robe. My abode’s high tower joins the gardens, my lord stands in glowing armour. I know your heart shines bright as the sun and moon, and vow to share life and death with you. To you I return these pearls, each a teardrop, lamenting we did not meet before I was wed.”

This is the tenth one!

Ten people at The First Pavilion!

Xian Yu’s overwhelming domination against ten!

Yet today’s one-against-ten cannot satisfy Xian Yu, “Once the sea turns calm and shallow, it cannot be compared to the waters; all clouds but those of Mount Wu seem thin. Pass by the flower bushes, reluctant to look back, caring half for asceticism and half for you.”

Sun Yaohuo laughed!