"There are, but each of your poems is different."
"Oh? What are their verses?" Rong Jing squatted down and touched the top of little Rong Heng's black hair.
"Third Imperial Brother's is: 'Precious jade gives brilliance to the mountains, and pearls make the rivers enchanting;' Big Brother's is: 'Lofty mountains inspire reverence, noble behavior sets a path,' but he's not in the palace, and I don't know how to deliver it to him."
Rong Jing said, "Bring it to me, I'll leave the palace tomorrow and go to the South Camp to deliver it to Big Brother for you."
Rong Heng didn't hesitate, handing another fan to Rong Jing, bouncing away spiritedly.
Later, when Rong Jing was alone, he tore the fan that Rong Heng intended to give to Rong Shuo into pieces.
Wu hasn't smiled at him for many years, unlike when he was young.
"Why not smile?"
Rong Jing asked once more, his peach blossom eyes filled with obsession.
