Otherwise, how could he have received Zhao Douan's gifted poem? And personally attend the Golden Autumn Gathering on behalf of Zhao Douan?
"Brother Zhao...he gifted me a poem?" Mr. Dong was stunned.
With an honest character, rare among the many nobles for his simplicity, Dong Shusheng felt a wave of emotion, almost bringing him to tears.
Given Zhao Douan's esteemed status today, he still remembered his friend. Even guarding thousands of miles away, he sent a renowned poem across a thousand miles, how could such friendship not move him?
"May I ask, where is the poem?" Mr. Dong asked, clasping his hands.
Zhao Douan smiled and said, "The poem is within a military intelligence report, which is inconvenient for Mr. Dong to see, but I can transcribe it for you."
Having said that, he stepped forward to a table, picked up a brush, dipped it in thick ink, and began to write on the white paper.
Immediately, a crowd of literati swarmed over, craning their necks to see.
