Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 339: Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

But now was really not the time.

He read extremely quickly. In ten minutes, he had flipped to the end of the book.

Moreover, he did not read nonchalantly, casually, indifferently. From time to time, he would recite a few words softly and even comment in a low voice.

Hearing his comments, Princess Yunjin’s eyes lit up. She hurriedly leaned over and looked at the sentence. As she took out her brush and ink, she quickly recorded these words.

When he finished one, he switched to another.

At this moment, he could not even be bothered with the number one beauty in Jinchuan.

Princess Yunjin was not angry. She noted down Han Muye’s comments as she tidied up the book.

A moment later, Han Muye finished reading the book on the table. Princess Yunjin put away the book and handed over another stack.

This was probably what it meant to read books.

“Young Master, what does the deep clouds you mentioned mean?

“Young Master, is there a reason why you said that a whale fell and all living things were born?

“Young Master, Young Master, what was the last sentence you said just now? I didn’t hear it clearly.”

…

Unknowingly, dawn arrived in the east.

Han Muye reached for the new book, but he missed it and touched something soft.

Stunned for a moment, he looked up and saw Princess Yunjin retracting her palm with a resentful expression.

That night, Han Muye didn’t even look up.

“Sorry, a night has passed.”

Han Muye shook his head and stood up regretfully.

He had read more than a hundred books in one night, and they were all precious books of the Confucian Dao. He had gained a lot.

The dozens of Confucian Dao divine powers turned into golden characters that existed in his sea of Qi and reflected the sword intent inside.

There were similarities between divine powers and sword intent.

After stretching his muscles, Han Muye cupped his hands and said, “Thank you for accompanying me for the night, Princess. Han Mu will take his leave.”

Why did this sound like something else?

Seeing Han Muye walk towards the pavilion school, Princess Yunjin suddenly said in a low voice, “Young Master Han, last night, you said that you know everything about poetry. I wonder if you can leave a poem for Yunjin?”

Leave a poem?

Princess Yunjin had helped him read for the entire night. Could he satisfy this small wish?

Han Muye nodded and walked to the desk. He picked up the ink brush that Princess Yunjin had copied and evaluated previously and gently placed it on the ink.

He wrote a poem and strode out of the loft.

As soon as he opened the door, the little princess who was rushing in almost fell.

“You, tell me, what did you and my sister do all night?” The little princess gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

“Read.” With that, Han Muye went straight downstairs.

“Read?” The little princess’s eyes widened. “A man and a woman reading alone all night?”

She pushed open the half-closed door and walked into the loft to see Princess Yunjin kneeling in front of a desk. Her clothes were neat and tidy, and there were various books and papers in front of her.

“You really read?”

The little Princess Yunduan leaned forward curiously and saw a poem on the paper in front of Yun Jin.

“Good rain knows the season. When spring happens, it will sneak into the night with the wind. It will moisten things without a sound. The clouds on the wild path will be black, and the flames on the river boat will be bright. Look at the red flower, wet with rain at dawn.

After reciting a few poems, the little Princess Yunduan’s expression changed and she stomped her feet.

“Look at the red flower, wet with rain at dawn. You’re a lecher and you are saying that you didn’t do anything. You’ve clearly done everything…”

With a low curse, she turned and ran out.

Yunjin, who was sitting there, carefully folded the paper and looked at the stack of words he had memorized with a smile.

“According to the rules of the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, if there’s a poem left behind, I have to dance. When will you come and watch me dance…”

….

Outside Jinchuan City.

Liao Chen looked at Han Muye regretfully and cupped his hands. “Brother Han, are you really not staying in Jinchuan for a few more days?”

As soon as they left the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, Han Muye said that he wanted to leave Jinchuan City.