"Cui Qiong, the second son of the Cui family in Boling, was a young boy who was very smart. He could write poems at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he wrote a wonderful poem called "The Great Wind", which made him famous in the imperial capital. He was ranked third in the imperial capital before he could reach the weak crown. The emperor was very happy and praised him as "this is the star of Wenqu who descended to the earth". When I was studying in the Imperial College, this name was on my head for five years." One after another, he picked up the collar of the person opposite and gritted his teeth and said, "I know him even if he turns to ashes."
The man in green in front of him still looked calm, and he took the collar out of his excited hands, "I'm in Nanfeng Pavilion Ying Tan. I don't know Mr. Cui or Mr. Li, and I can't write poems or compositions." He raised his hand to fill the tea cup with water. His fingertips were white, and there were a few scars tangled together on the inside of his wrist. "What I'm good at is just tricks to please people in bed. I'm afraid I've admitted my mistake."
Intention: Positive and uplifting