The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"Whether it's artistic conception or vocabulary, it's a bit worse than Sister Jiao's work!"

Luo Jiao also echoed: "Yes, I think so too, this poem is just ordinary, at most it's a tie with me..."

"Only the husband recalls his wife is incomplete. If there is a wife recalling her husband, the combination of the two is a perfect masterpiece!"

After hearing this, Han Yuanyun's eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise, "I know!"

"What do you know?" Luo Jiao asked suspiciously.

At this time Luo Xin raised his head, "This poem really cannot be compared with what you have done."

"Should I just say it? Wang Kang's poetry can't compare with mine." Luo Jiaoyun rolled his eyes at Wang Kang and said proudly.

"Because these two poems are not of the same level at all!"

Luo Xin didn't seem to hear what Luo Jiao said, and said in a deep voice: "Wang Kang's poem is not as simple as it appears on the surface. It can be said that your poem is not in the same realm as his writing!"

"Are you joking?" Luo Jiao, who was smiling, suddenly froze.

"Didn't you just say that this poem only has the husband remembering his wife, but not the wife remembering her husband?"

Luo Xin said in a deep voice: "Actually, there are."

"Wife remembers husband? How can this happen?" Not only Luo Jiao, but even Lin Yuyan was stunned.

"Yuan Yun should have seen it, let her explain." Luo Xin said with a smile.

Hearing this, several people focused their eyes on Han Yuanyun, she took a deep look at Wang Kang, and then said: "Uncle Luo is right, this poem is indeed not as simple as it appears!"

"Because it is not an ordinary poem, but a palindrome!"

"Palindrome?"

Everyone was surprised.

"That's right, it's a palindrome,"

Han Yuanyun went on to say: "I recited this poem for the first time, and I didn't find anything unusual. I read the whole poem several times, and the more I read it, the weirder it became."

"After what Luo Jiao said just now, I suddenly understood."

"What are you talking about?" Luo Jiao was still full of doubts.

Han Yuanyun said lightly: "You read this poem backwards."

"Read backwards?"

At this time, Lin Yuyan had already read it out.

"The son remembers the father, the wife remembers the husband, the lonely long vigil lights alone."

"Returning late to send geese without news, long separation and people blocking the way."

"Poetry rhyme is difficult to write, and the wine glass is afraid of empty pot."

"Acquaintances have seen each other for a few times, and the water is separated by mountains and the eyes are dry."

"This this……"

Stupid, all stupid!

Luo Jiao's face was full of disbelief, and the two women had the same expressions before.

If you read the whole poem backwards, you can immediately find the difference. It still rhymes and is still fluent, but the meaning is completely different!

My child and I also miss you at home. We often wait for your letter at home, but there is no news. We are in love with each other but only a few times.

How can I see your figure in the distance between mountains and rivers...

Reading forward, it is husband to wife, expressing the pain of missing his wife and children at home, and reading backwards, it becomes wife to husband, expressing the feelings of wife and children looking forward to their husband's return.

At this time, Han Yuanyun's cold voice sounded, "It is read as "husband reads his wife's love" and "his wife misses her husband's love" when read backwards, so the title of this poem should not be called Husband Remembers His Wife.

"It should be called mutual memory between husband and wife, or mutual love, which is more appropriate!"

Said Han Yuanyun's beautiful eyes fell on Wang Kang, "I'm right, Young Master Kang!"

Hearing this, Wang Kang took a step forward, "What Miss Han said is very true. Although she is a girl, she has such talent. I admire her."

"Master Kang is mocking me?" Han Yuanyun raised her beautiful eyes, "I almost didn't see through it before."

Aware of the meaning contained in Han Yuanyun's words, Wang Kang always felt that she had a kind of indifference towards him. Could it be because of his relationship with her family?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Luo Jiao came back to her senses, she turned to look at Wang Kang, "This... must not be your fault, right!"

"Is it right? It's whether you believe it or not, not whether I say it or not." Wang Kang said lightly.

"you……"

Luo Jiao froze for a moment.

"Jiaojiao, don't you understand?" Luo Xin said at this moment, "Wang Kang must have done this."

"But this... this is too..." Luo Jiao said with difficulty.

Now she has to believe that, as far as she knows, no one can easily compose such a classic palindrome.

Never heard of it before.

It makes more sense to say that Wang Kang had prepared in advance.

And she clearly remembered that just after finishing the work, she forced her to say a tie at most, and Wang Kang didn't even refute it.

This is the most embarrassing part, I can't even see through what others are doing!

She was suddenly stunned when she thought about it, if this poem was written by Wang Kang, then on the day of the oiran election, those ten beautiful poems...

Luo Jiao hurriedly asked: "It's really you who wrote ten beauty poems in a row..."

"Oh, it's really him!"

Lin Yuyan said helplessly: "How many times do you have to tell me before you believe that he has no one behind him, and he did it all!"

All kinds of things are in front of you, you have to believe it if you don’t believe it.

Luo Jiao murmured, "So I..."

"Yes, the great talent you admire is him, Wang Kang!"