Su Bei ordered some takeout and continued scrolling to the next video:
"In those TV dramas, the romantic poetry that belongs uniquely to the Long Nation!"
In the Great Ming Plane, the sky was as blue as a gemstone, with white clouds drifting leisurely through it. Zhu Yuanzhang, clad in a bright yellow dragon robe, stood with his head held high and chest puffed out on the plaza in front of the palace. He squinted slightly, gazing up at the distant horizon, his eyes appearing to pierce through time and space to reach that mysterious and brilliant world of literature. A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling his few strands of greying beard.
The corners of Zhu Yuanzhang’s mouth turned up slightly, revealing a faint smile as he muttered to himself, "My dear, the romantic poetry you spoke of! I truly wish to experience it for myself. I wonder, what kind of romantic poetry belongs to our Long Nation? Among them, which verses would make one feel that unique sense of romance at a single glance? I truly wonder what kind of charm and rhythm these poems hold!"
Chapter 215