Miss Truth
Chapter 344 - 216: Forensic Doctor Ran’s Unparalleled Poem_2

Chapter 344: Chapter 216: Forensic Doctor Ran’s Unparalleled Poem_2

Lady Luo thought of this and immediately ordered someone to prepare a gift. Without delay, she decided to visit Daoist Priest Chu Yun today.

After Ran Yan finished her lunch, she lay down briefly, then sat up in the pavilion near the garden to admire the plum blossoms.

The sunlight was beautiful, and the red plums were particularly dazzling amidst the white snow. The cold fragrance was overwhelming, and even on the pavilion floor, one could smell it when the wind blew.

"Wife, you used to love composing poetry. Since the snowy scenery is so beautiful, why not write a poem for fun?" Wan Lu saw that Ran Yan was bored and suggested.

Ran Yan paused for a while and said, "Good suggestion."

Literary cultivation was truly important in ancient times, so Ran Yan tried to compose a poem in her mind.

...

Ah, whose aorta has been slashed by a knife...

Scattered all over the ground, the red plums...

Ran Yan shook her head; it seemed that Tang poetry didn’t follow this format, and even the Classic of Poetry she usually read was about something something ah.

Let’s try again—

When the aorta was slit ah the plums fell, plums on the ground ah people in shock, people in shock ah lacking oxygen, lack of oxygen ah brain dead...

It actually sounded quite smooth. Ran Yan looked at the scene outside with a serious face. No matter how she looked, those bunches of densely placed red plum blossoms resembled blood spatters on white silk.

Ran Yan didn’t know whether her poem counted as one, and after thinking for a long time, she felt the need to accept criticism humbly. Besides, Wan Lu’s level didn’t seem high, so she probably wouldn’t laugh at her. Thus, Ran Yan softly recited her "poem" to Wan Lu.

After listening, Wan Lu paused for a good while before saying, "Wife, this poem is just about red plums and doesn’t have snow. Isn’t it off-season? But ’aorta’ and ’shock’ sound profound. It must be a good poem. Yet, how can such a beautiful scene be linked to death and demise?"

It was Ran Yan’s first poem, and Wan Lu saying it was profound was already a high compliment. She was quite satisfied, but was concerned Wan Lu didn’t understand the medical terms. So, she wrote down her poem, preparing to ask Ge Lan about it.

They say Ge Lan is quite talented.

No sooner had she finished writing it than a message came from outside that Assistant Minister Xiao and Doctor Liu had come to visit the sick.

Ran Yan stuffed the things under a pile of books on the bookshelf and had someone invite them up to the pavilion.

A moment later, Ran Yunsheng, Xiao Song, and Liu Qingsong entered the small pavilion together.

Xiao Song was in a scarlet official uniform, wearing a black hat, looking spirited. On seeing Ran Yan’s color looking slightly better, he was relieved.

Upon seeing Wan Lu holding an ink slab and about to go downstairs, Ran Yunsheng asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Feeling proud that Ran Yan was indulging in an elegant pursuit since her recovery in May, Wan Lu proudly said, "Wife is composing poetry."

"Oh?" Xiao Song, with his bright eyes smiling, turned to Ran Yan and asked, "Have you crafted any fine verses?"

Liu Qingsong had thought she was copying someone else’s famous lines, eager for Ran Yan to show off and awe those who were fluent in their speech. The common plots often had such scenes, so he gathered his sleeves and said smilingly, "Lady Seventeen indeed has an imposing talent. There may be few of us here, and though not a grand occasion, it’s still fitting to display a little skill. Come, let’s hear it."

Ran Yan glanced at Liu Qingsong, whom she hadn’t seen in two days and whose demeanor had become even more sordid, every movement oozing with the air of a ruffian.

"What fine verses could there be? I don’t know how to compose poetry. Why don’t you all write a few so I can learn?" Ran Yan said.

Liu Qingsong stared disbelief, saying, "How can there be none?"

Ran Yan gave him a cold look and felt a bit uneasy. In fact, there surely was one; she also wanted to find someone knowledgeable in poetry to look at it. But being her first attempt at poetry, she feared it wasn’t presentable... after all, she hadn’t been embarrassed for many years.

Ran Yunsheng interjected to invite everyone to sit down, intending to suggest a poetry game, but considering Xiao Song was busy, he refrained from speaking.

Liu Qingsong glanced around aimlessly. The small pavilion wasn’t large, with only two bookshelves and not many books on them. A quick scan was all it took, and soon, he noticed a corner of a different-colored paper sticking out from the books.

Xiao Song, of course, had seen it already, but since Ran Yan didn’t wish to mention it, he didn’t insist on asking.

Ran Yan noticed Liu Qingsong’s action and tried to intervene, but before she could, he snatched the book and said, "This is a good book!"

Then, seemingly by chance, he discovered a paper inside and exclaimed, "Oh, there are words here."

He picked up the paper off the floor, opened it, and as he was convinced that Ran Yan had written famous verses but was too shy to show it off, he mindlessly began to read, "When the aorta was slit ah the plums fell, the plums fell..."

Uh—

Liu Qingsong was wide-eyed, staring at the paper’s poem, and upon realizing, burst into uncontrollable laughter.

He almost laughed himself into convulsions, slapping his thigh continuously while tears streamed down, lost in merriment before sensing something amiss.

Regaining his senses and turning around, he saw Ran Yan’s face darken as she stared at him, her deadly calm eyes devoid of any emotion but conveying an impending doom. Meanwhile, Ran Yunsheng looked completely puzzled, and Xiao Song was seriously scrutinizing the poem.

Suddenly, Liu Qingsong stood up sharply and slammed the table with an imposing air, announcing, "I haven’t seen such exquisite lines for over a decade! I’m beside myself with joy! Beside myself with joy! Jiulang, look at the sentiment of this poem; even Lord Vu would struggle to contain his delight upon reading this!"

Having spoken, he stood tall with his hands behind his back, with an unassailable air of superiority, and sighed, "You won’t understand the emotions of someone who loves poetry as madly as I do."

Liu Qingsong forced down his laughter, marvelling to himself that Lady Ran’s poem was truly not for the average person to appreciate!

Seeing that Ran Yan was about to explode, Xiao Song leaned forward and whispered something to her.

Ran Yan paused, then cast aside her anger and asked, "Really?" (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket, monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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