The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 318 Poetry Concert

A few days later, the Su Mansion was like a dreamland surrounded by poetry and art. The sun gently sprinkled on every corner like a golden veil, covering the entire mansion with a warm and bright glow, as if it was a blessing from nature for this grand event.

The first thing to be held was a poetry meeting. The pavilion in the garden was carefully decorated like a poem, with exquisite calligraphy and paintings hanging around it, and the paintings seemed to be telling ancient stories. On the table were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, exuding a faint scent of ink, which was like an invisible thread, pulling people's thoughts. Young masters and daughters of noble families dressed in gorgeous clothes came to the pavilion one after another, their eyes full of expectation and excitement, as if they were about to embark on a wonderful literary journey.

Su Yifeng was wearing a white robe with a blue belt around his waist. The white was like snow and the blue was like the sea, which complemented each other and made him look handsome and unrestrained, like a gentleman walking out of a painting. There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, which was the difficulty in letting go of past emotions, but at the same time he was also curious about the poetry meeting, as if he could find new comfort in this ocean of literature. Su Yiyun was wearing a black robe, calm and introverted. The black was like the night, deep and mysterious. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he was thinking about something, perhaps the future of the family, or perhaps his own life.

The poetry reading began, and a talented scholar took the lead in reciting a poem: "The spring breeze blows the green willows." His voice was crisp and loud, like the birdsong in the morning, awakening the sleeping earth. Everyone nodded in praise, and then a rich girl responded with a smile: "The summer rain moistened the lotus flowers." Her voice was gentle and sweet, like a clear spring in the mountains, flowing in everyone's heart. The atmosphere of the poetry reading gradually became heated, and everyone spoke one after another, vying to show their talents.

Su Yifeng gradually relaxed during the poetry meeting. He was attracted by the poem of a rich girl. The rich girl was wearing a pink long dress, the hem of which fluttered lightly like clouds. Her eyes were bright and clear, as if she was hiding endless wisdom. She chanted: "The autumn moon reflects the chrysanthemums and the golden armor." Su Yifeng couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion surged in his heart. The rich girl felt Su Yifeng's gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, like a blooming peach blossom, but her eyes were shining with joy.

Su Yifeng said softly, "The girl's poems are wonderful, with beautiful artistic conception, making people feel as if they are in a sea of flowers in autumn." The daughter smiled shyly and said, "Sir, you are too kind. I just wrote it casually, and I am not as talented as you." The atmosphere between the two became subtle, as if there was an invisible force pulling them.

Su Yiyun also exchanged his views on poetry with several young masters at the poetry meeting. He said calmly: "The beauty of poetry lies in its profound artistic conception and sincere emotions." A young master nodded in agreement and said: "Mr. Su is right. Poetry is like a painting that allows people to feel the author's state of mind." Su Yiyun's calmness and wisdom won everyone's praise. A rich girl looked at Su Yiyun quietly, full of admiration. She thought: This young master is so talented and so calm, it's really rare.

Next came the tea art activity. In an elegant room, various exquisite tea sets were placed. Several tea art masters were demonstrating the charm of tea art to everyone. Their movements were elegant and skillful, as if they were performing a beautiful dance. The tea leaves rolled in the water, like green elves dancing, emitting bursts of fragrance.

The daughters of the aristocratic families sat around the table, learning the art of tea seriously. Their eyes were focused and gentle, as if they were treating a precious treasure. Su Yifeng and Su Yiyun were also invited to participate. They looked at the focused expressions of the daughters and couldn't help but feel touched.

A rich girl poured a cup of tea for Su Yifeng and whispered, "Young Master, please taste it." Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a yellow warbler singing in a valley. Su Yifeng took the teacup, took a sip, and praised, "Good tea, the girl's tea art is even more exquisite." The rich girl smiled shyly and said, "As long as you like it, I still need to practice more." The atmosphere between the two became more subtle, as if a flower of love was quietly blooming.

Su Yiyun was also exchanging tea art experiences with a rich girl during the tea art event. The rich girl was wearing a blue dress and looked elegant. She smiled and said, "The beauty of tea art lies in the tranquility of the mind." Su Yiyun nodded and said, "Miss, you are right. Only when your mind is as calm as water can you taste the true charm of tea." Their eyes met, as if they had a special tacit understanding.

Finally, there was the concert. In a spacious hall, various musical instruments were placed, and the musicians were tuning their instruments, preparing to bring everyone an auditory feast. The young masters and daughters of noble families sat in their seats, looking forward to the start of the concert. Their eyes were full of anticipation and excitement, as if they were about to enter a wonderful world of music.

When the music sounded, the beautiful melody was like the sound of nature, intoxicating people. The notes were like smart butterflies, dancing in the air, telling touching stories. Su Yifeng and Su Yiyun felt a kind of tranquility and beauty in the music. A rich girl looked at Su Yifeng with tenderness in her eyes, as if she was sharing this wonderful music with him.

Su Yifeng said softly: "This music is so beautiful, it makes people forget all their worries." The daughter smiled and said: "Yes, music has a magical power that can comfort people's hearts."

As these activities were held one after another, everyone actively participated and interacted frequently. The relationship between Su Yifeng and Su Yiyun and the daughter of the aristocratic family has changed. They no longer maintain a polite distance as before, but begin to have more exchanges and understanding. In this Su Mansion full of poetry and art, the seeds of love seem to be quietly sprouting. And these activities, like spring rain, nourish everyone's heart and bring infinite possibilities for their future.