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...
