In the warm spring of the following year, the peach blossoms across the mountains and plains bloomed once more. Looking from a distance, Peach Blossom Village seemed to have turned into a pink ocean.0

This year's blossom season was different from previous ones. Not only had grand figures and nobles from the county seat arrived, but a grand Poetry Festival was being held here.0

Inside the tavern, Li Dazui sat opposite Fang Chen and watched the booming business. Groups of scholars were drinking and composing poetry, prompting him to sigh emotionally.0

"Mr. Fang, do you think there will ever be such a grand sight again in the future? I heard that scholars from all over the region have come. Even the talented young men and women from the capital are here to admire the flowers...0