After talking with Cheng Chumo for a while, Li Yi finally knew the rules here.
"Compete in poetry?" His eyes suddenly lit up. This is simple!"
Cheng Chumo lowered his head and took a gulp of wine."Simple my ass! Not only did they have to be in large quantity, but they also had to be of good quality.”
"Du He spent money to find last year's top scorer, Zhang Qianfan. His talent and learning are the best in Chang 'an.”
"Bah! Shameless! Despicable!"
Cheng Chumo took another sip of wine and sighed dejectedly."Brother Li, I owe you this time. We have a long time ahead of us, so let's find a prostitute to play with first.”
"By the way, when do you brew that strong wine? My father is waiting anxiously. If I don't bring wine to my father tomorrow, I'll be whipped again.”
"What bad luck! Brother Li, what are you doing? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Cheng Chumo turned around with the wine pot in his hand.
Then, she looked at Li Yi in a daze and then at the ink on the table in disbelief.
"You…you wrote it?" he stammered.”
Li Yi looked around and said,"There's no one else in the house."”
He smiled." Isn't it just a competition of poems? I'm good at it. Is ten enough?" Forget it, I'll write five more poems to be safe.”
Cheng Chumo rubbed his eyes and said,"Did you really write it? Oh my god, aren't you a farmer?”
Li Yi nodded noncommittally.”
Cheng Chumo threw the wine jar on the ground and said,"Why not? I'll send it over!"”
Cheng Chumo didn't know how good Li Yi's poems were, but they were numerous.
If there were too many of them, Cheng Chumo would be able to act shamelessly even if he wrote nonsense.
In any case, if he couldn't get the top card today, you, Du He, could forget about it!
On the other side, a few judges were ready to make a final judgment.
The few of them acknowledged Du He's poem as the best without hesitation.
Just as they were about to give the poem to the top actress, Chen Qianqian, Cheng Chumo arrived.
He glared angrily and slapped the poem on the table."And mine!"
"This…this…the deadline has passed…passed."”
Cheng Chumo grinned." My name is Cheng Chumo. My father is Cheng Yaojin. What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."”
The judges trembled." I…I said, look carefully. I will look carefully!"”
Cheng Chumo smiled and shook his head.”
"This…"
The judges looked troubled.
They sighed helplessly and pretended to take a look at the paper.
With just one glance, the eyes of the judges could not help but twitch.
The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The judges 'eyes widened.
The room was filled with the sound of gasps.
"Good!"
"Good poem!"
"What a good Drunken Battlefield Lord Grim!”
"Centurion Ning is better than a scholar!”
The judges gasped as they watched.
Because they realized…
There were too many poems!
Moreover…
Every poem on each piece of paper was a masterpiece!
The old men ignored Cheng Chumo and left in a hurry with more than ten pieces of paper.
Cheng Chumo scratched his head in confusion.
"Good poem? What did he mean? Whose poem is good?"
When he was about to ask again, there was no one in the room.
……
In another boudoir.
There was a beautiful lady with a charming charm who was in a daze as she held the Xuan paper.
After a long while, she muttered,""Fifteen songs, all written by one person?”
The judges nodded and said,"Cheng Chumo sent them all."”
The charming lady suddenly smiled charmingly." Cheng Chumo…Hehe, there's a master behind him!”
"Miss, what about Young Master Du He?”
"Just give it a try." Chen Qianqian waved her hand.”
"Will we offend…" they asked worriedly.
Chen Qianqian's disdainful expression disappeared in a flash and she said,""It's fine. Go ahead."
……
Within the four-mile building, after a short period of noise, it quieted down.
Soon, a judge came out.
Everyone was looking forward to it.
They were looking forward to seeing who would become the champion tonight and spend the night with Chen Qianqian.
In a private room on the second floor.
Zhang Qianfan held his wine glass and said indifferently,""Congratulations, Duke Du and Duke Fang.”
"The results haven't come out yet, have they?" Du He smiled and said.”
"Young Master Du, with Scholar Zhang around, how can there be any accidents?" Fang Yiai smiled.”
Zhang Qianfan also smiled." I'm not talented. These five poems have been meticulously polished for more than half a month.”
"I won't boast, but if these five songs aren't first, I will jump down from the second floor!”
Du He waved her hand. This Young Master has already made these five poems public and posted them on the wall.”
"Guess what I wrote on the wall?”
"What did the Duke write?" Zhang Qianfan asked with interest.”
"The three immortal poets of the capital, Zhang Qianfan, Du He, and Fang Yiai!”
The three of them looked at each other and laughed happily.
"Young Master Du, this is a good move. It's just that we've benefited from Zhang Zhuangyuan's light.”
Zhang Qianfan said generously," You've basked in my glory. Don't mention it again next time. Fang Shixian."”
"Aiyaya…What are you talking about, Zhang Shixian?”
"Du Shixian?"
"Hahaha."
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