Chapter 312 An Old Acquaintance?

A pool of moonlight before the bed, I took it to be frost on the ground. Raised my head to gaze at the moon, and lowered it to think of home.

It was a simple poem.

A masterpiece centered on homesickness composed by Li Bai, a romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty, which had been popular over a thousand years.

On Earth, even a toddler could recite it without difficulty. It was certainly known by every single Chinese.

If looking at it in that light, the poem was the least bit special.

But for Li Mu, he felt his stomach do a flip-flop as he set his eyes on it.

Because the paper with the poem was delivered by an envoy from the Northern Song.

And the poem was written in Chinese, too.

It was a poem from Earth, written in a language used on Earth.

Surprisingly, it was sent to him by an envoy of the Northern Song.

Although that piece of work was alien to that planet and so was the language that conveyed it, the man who delivered it was from that world.

Li Mu immediately realized that it was highly possible that the sender was also an Earth resident who currently lived in that world.

And that Earth resident was in the Northern Song.

That meant a lot to Li Mu.

A sense of excitement spurred by running across an old friend in a distant land surged wildly inside him.

Li Mu was so overwhelmed by the stunning surprise that it wasnt until Qing Feng led the Northern Song envoy into the study that he came to his senses.

I, Zhao Ji, the envoy of Northern Song, pay my tributes to the Sage-to-be. The envoy gave a deep bow.

He was a young man in his twenties. His facial features were well proportioned. His brows were thick, his eyes large, giving him an indomitable air. He was clad in the Northern Songs civil outfit in vogue, which had loose collar and sleeves. A Song sword was fastened to his waist. And he was tall and lean, carrying a dignified bearing.

Li Mu set his eyes upon the Northern Song envoy, his look sharp as a broadsword.

Zhao Ji sensed a kind of indescribable pressure shrouding him at once. With Li Mu the Sage-to-be staring at him, he felt like an ant stuck under a huge boulder, who might be crushed once he took a wrong move.

The Sage-to-be does live up to his title!

Who sent you to deliver this to me? Holding the poem in one hand, Li Mu cut to the chase.

Zhao Ji dared not make light of Li Mu, so he answered respectfully, Its the adopted daughter of Lord Virtuous the Eighth who entrusted me with the task of handing the object to the Sage-to-be before I set off. She told me that if Your Honor refuses to see me when I come to Taibai County, I should just present the object to you, then you might make an exception for me.

In truth, he was quite amazed upon hearing that remark.

In fact, before he left Linan, the capital of the Northern Song, the adopted daughter of Lord Virtuous the Eighth had visited him in private. She asked him to deliver the object to Li Mu, the Sage-to-be, adding that it was likely to help him.

At that time, Zhao Ji took it with a pinch of salt.

Because even though Li Mus name and poems had spread to the Northern Song and were quite popular there, Li Mu had never traveled to that country yet. He had not even left Changan in the Western Qin. Thus, by no account could the adopted daughter of Lord Virtuous the Eighth have encountered Li Mu, let alone befriend him. So, how could a sheet of paper with s