Han Zhi put down his brush, let out a long breath, and looked up at the three women. With a wry smile, he said, "Lady Chen, these are merely idle thoughts of mine. My mind is in a turmoil right now, and my words fail to express my meaning. I'm afraid I've made myself a laughingstock before the three of you."
"Official Han is too modest." Chen Shishi gently picked up the paper, looked it over, and laughed softly. "Last month, Liu Qi wrote 'He Chongtian' in the Pingkang Quarter, full of unbridled wildness, yet it doesn't move one quite like your line about 'moss half-concealing deep paths'."
"Literary lyrics value a grievance that lingers. If they are too blunt and ordinary, they lose much of their flavor."
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