"Miss, this ci poem seems rather good. Perhaps it can take first place on today's poetry rankings," Liu Qian said with a smile, handing the piece to Lou Mengqian beside him so she could review it as well.
Taking the paper, Lou Mengqian's eyes genuinely lit up.
"Mid-Autumn Moon
When the moon reaches Mid-Autumn, it shines especially bright. Especially bright—who knows how many times it waxes and wanes?
Let's not speak of waxing and waning; just rejoice in this fine season among men. A fine season—may we have year after year the chance to see the Mid-Autumn moon.
The quality of this ci is indeed very high, but if you ask me, I'm afraid it still cannot take first place. There might be something even better," Lou Mengqian said.
Chapter 16