Reincarnation of the Strongest Healer

”Young Master Feng wishes to compose a poem?” Tao Weng raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Who didn’t know about Xu Feng being untalented in every aspect?

She had thought he merely wanted to enjoy some courtesan companionship before heading to the barren land.

While she held such a thought, Xu Feng didn’t care what the others talked about him as he nodded his head. ”I’m indeed here to compose a poem to win a night with Lady Yumong.”

”Haha, what kind of sick joke is this?”

”The trash, Young Master Feng wants to compose a poem?”

”I still remember he got kicked out of the imperial college for being so garbage that even the lecturer puked blood from anger!”

Amidst the jeering laughter resounding throughout the Phoenix Brothel, at a VIP Booth, two figures could be seen.

A bodyguard-like woman, cross-dressed as a male, held her sword tightly as she stood guard on behalf of another crossdresser woman who sat down with a wine cup in hand.

”Hoh, did his brain go crazy after my decree in sending him to the barren land?” The woman swirled her wine cup a little bit and mused. She was none other than the female emperor of the Daxia Dynasty, Evelyn, aka Yi Fu Lin.

Standing on the guard was Wen Ling, the general in charge of the imperial army.

”I don’t think he went crazy. I think he’s here to cause chaos.” Wen Ling gave her honest opinion.

”This Young Master Feng has been a waste ever since his father and brothers died on the battlefield. But he went over the line when he offended Your Majesty by claiming the Daxia Dynasty was destined to fall. If it weren’t for his grandfather, then the Xu Clan and he would have long been executed.”

Evelyn nodded her head in agreement.

”This man sure was bold enough to curse my dynasty to fall.” She murmured.

It was precisely because of Xu Feng’s outspoken words when she wanted to give him a chance to shine that she exploded in fury.

Had it been anyone else, then she would have long decreed for them to be executed for nine generations. But she took into account Xu Feng’s grandfather’s merit, which ultimately made her choose to exile him instead.

Since he claimed the Daxia Dynasty would fall to the barbarians, she might as well make him the defender.

”Should I have him removed?” Wen Ling inquired. They were here to witness whether there were talented scholars who could be used in court.

”No need,” Evelyn raised her hand and shook her head. ”Let him prance around a bit. If he wants to embarrass himself, then so be it. We should just lie low and wait for the talented scholar to appear.”

Wen Ling nodded and obeyed the command.

As their conversation was in progress, back at the center platform, Xu Feng was given the spotlight to compose his poem.

”Ahem, this is a poem dedicated to Lady Yumong.” Xu Feng cleared his throat and lied with a straight face.

At his table, Qiao’er twitched her mouth in disbelief.

”Miss, this Young Master Feng is really beyond shameless. He claimed that the poem was for his maid, but now he’s openly claiming it was for Lady Yumong.” Qiao’er said and wished to advise Li Sheng Xuan to leave this kind of person.

”This is just a speech of courtesy.” Li Sheng Xuan explained. Only a fool would enter the center platform and claim their poem was composed for someone else.

Wasn’t that equivalent to slapping the Phoenix Brothel’s face if they really pulled such a move?

’Seems like this maid is really head over heels for him.’ Li Sheng Xuan pursed her lips when she subtly glanced at Ding Xiao Ying.

Despite hearing Xu Feng’s proclamation, her admiring gaze had never changed whatsoever.

Maybe it was this unconditional love and trust that made Xu Feng prefer Ding Xiao Ying over her.

When comparing them, Li Sheng Xuan found herself to be extremely inferior.

’This is what I sowed from the reaping.’ She blamed herself for causing this situation.

While she really regretted her past actions, Xu Feng had already begun to speak his poem.

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Phoenix, O phoenix, return to your homeland,

Roaming across the four seas, seeking your mate,

When will we twine our necks like mandarin ducks?

Alas, beauty and youth are hard to last forever.

The charming beauty—her radiance like peach and plum blossoms,

In the morning she wanders south of the city, by night she rests in the north.

...

The audience became silent. They were stunned by these few lines of the poem uttered by Xu Feng.

”Is this really a poem composed by him?” At the VIP Booth, Evelyn’s pupils constricted. Her hands trembled slightly at the resonating lines.

Not to mention her, even Li Sheng Xuan appeared mesmerized by the lines.

However, their shock had only just begun when Xu Feng hadn’t even finished the entirety of the poem yet. In a melodramatic way, Xu Feng gazed at the ceiling with a longing look.

...

I long for Zhou Lang’s (the fair one’s) glance,

But the time is ill, and the fine steed will not go forth.

I wish to find one whose heart is steadfast,

And remain together till white-haired, never to part.

...

By the time he finished the last line of this Feng Qiu Huang poem, the crowd went deathly silent.

To these scholars, they quickly understood the essence of this poem.

There were three rough meanings revolving around the poem.

One, the male phoenix (the poet) seeks his mate (the female phoenix), yearning for union.

Second, the woman’s beauty is compared to blossoming peach and plum flowers.

And third, it was about fate and timing being obstacles, creating a bittersweet feeling of desire unfulfilled.

While the crowd was dazed, Xu Feng regretfully looked up at the upper floor.

”Lady Yumong, I was blind in the past to chase after my so-called fiancée. It was only when I was punished by Her Majesty that I finally realized you are the one I wish to consummate with.” Xu Feng said in a bittersweet tone.

End of Episode 11...

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