Amidst the cheers, Yue Qianshan and the others looked at the little fellow beside them.
The little guy giggled, then jumped off the stool and ran to the center.
"Sister maid! I, I, I am the author!"
The childish voice suppressed the cheers and resounded through the Peony Restaurant.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The maid Xiao Cui was stunned.
Wu Hou was stunned.
The scholars were stunned.
Everyone was dumbstruck, not knowing what to say.
Half a day later.
"Kid, whose child are you? Hurry up and go home. We're talking about serious matters!”A merchant coaxed.
Everyone didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Everyone was filled with anticipation as they waited for the author to appear. They wanted to meet the great genius who had created 'Immortal Magpie Bridge'.
And the result?
The solemn atmosphere was suddenly ruined by the little guy?
What do you think this is?
"Really, really! Sister Maid, I really wrote the ? Immortal Magpie Bridge ?!”Chen An said loudly.
Hearing this, the maid Xiao Cui covered her mouth and laughed. She laughed so hard that she almost couldn't straighten her back.
"Little child, hurry up and go home. Your parents might still be waiting for you at home!"
Xiao Cui smiled and advised.
"That's right, little baby. Hurry up and go home!"
"Little child, are you unable to find your way home? Why don't I ask the brothel madame of Peony House to send you back?”
"Or should I report this to the officials and get them to send you off?”
Everyone chimed in enthusiastically.
Chen An was extremely depressed when he heard these words.
"You don't believe me?"
The maid, Xiao Cui, nodded, and the other officers nodded. The merchants nodded…Everyone nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Seeing this, Chen An smiled and said,""Although you don't believe me, it's okay. I have a way to make you believe me!"
"Oh? What is it?"
Everyone was extremely curious and looked at the little fellow.
At this moment.
Chen An raised his head and said softly.
Because
my name is: Chen An!"
Boom!
It was as if thunder from the nine heavens had struck down from the sky.
The earth shook, and the world trembled.
At this moment.
Everyone stood up in shock.
Chen An? Peasant? The author of 'Ten Poems of Anderson'?
Heavens!
These days, this name was like a hurricane that swept through Chang 'an and even the entire Tang Empire day and night.
Everyone knew about it.
Some academies had even included the poem "Hoeing Millet at Noon" in their teaching.
But now,
Peasant had appeared in front of everyone at the Peony Restaurant.
It was unbelievable!
If this news spreads out, I'm afraid it'll cause an uproar.
The Great Tang had many talents, but there had never been a prodigy.
What was even more terrifying was that
Peasant was only seven years old this year!
Seven!
Thinking back, what were we doing when we were seven years old? Play on the swing? Playing with mud? Reciting the Book of Enlightenment…
And this child?
His name had already risen to the heavens!
Are
you really Chen An? Peasant Chen An?"
Imperial Scholar Zhou Shiheng rushed over and asked in surprise and joy.
Chen An nodded slightly.""Of course!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked.
Countless scholars rushed over in an instant, their faces incomparably fanatical.
"Imperial Scholar Bai Yaowen greets Peasant!”
"Chang 'an Academy's student, He Xianze, greets Peasant!”
"Youzhou Scholar Miao Xianchao greets Peasant!”
"The son of a wealthy merchant in Chang 'an, Lei Guangzhi, greets Peasant!”
"What is it? Merchant? The son of a merchant was worthy of seeing a prodigy? Get lost, get lost to the side! Peasant prodigy, I am Jingzhou scholar: Lu Xianghe greets the prodigy."
One by one,
the scholars bowed to Chen An, who was in the center, with the etiquette of a scholar.
His expression was solemn and solemn.
Although the little fellow was young, it was only three feet tall. However, he had won the respect of scholars all over the world with his unparalleled talent that surpassed the world and the times.
Just like the words of the important minister "" Fang Xuanling ","
I am willing to call this child the Poet Saint!"
Yes, the Poet Saint, the Great Tang Poet Saint!
When it came to poetry, this seven-year-old prodigy was already unprecedented.
"Hehe!"
Chen An giggled and imitated the adults to bow to everyone.
Seeing Peasant return the greeting, the scholars were extremely excited.
"Peasant, my father also admires your talent. Please allow me to sincerely invite you to my residence as a guest!”
"Peasant prodigy, there will be an exam in Chang 'an on the first day of next month. I would like to ask you to give me some pointers on my poetry.”
"Peasant child prodigy, my residence has a garden, the autumn chrysanthemums in the garden are flourishing. May I invite you to come into the residence as a guest and admire the chrysanthemums together?”
The scholars sent out invitations one after another, like young boys and girls who chased after stars in the future.
Hearing these words, Chen An was about to shake his head and refuse.
At this moment.
With a loud bang, the door of the private room on the second floor opened.
Wu Hou led a group of attendants down the stairs.
His steps were swift, and he arrived in front of the scholars in an instant.
Everyone hurriedly made way for him.
"You're the Peasant prodigy, Chen An?”
Marquis Wu asked in a deep voice as he stood in front of the little fellow.
Chen An nodded. You don't believe me?"
"Haha!"
Wu Hou smiled, his smile was amiable."I didn't believe it before, but now that I've seen him in person, I believe it!”
Hearing this, Chen An rolled his eyes.
Marquis Wu was not angry. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Madam Xu who was not far away. He said seriously,"This little prodigy's expenses in the Peony Restaurant today will be paid by the marquis fu!”
Everyone was shocked.
However…upon
hearing this, the brothel madame hurriedly ran over and bowed her head,""Lord Marquis, how would I dare to ask you to spend money? The Peony Pavilion would not accept any of the child prodigy's expenses today. Moreover, my master just sent a message: In the future, if the little prodigy had the time to visit the Peony House, all the fees would be waived.”
What was that? Completely exempt? Wasn't this equivalent to a 'white ticket'?
Hearing the Madam's words, everyone was stunned. Even Wu Hou himself was slightly surprised.
"Oh? His Highness was actually so generous this time?”
What was His Highness?
In the royal family, only the king could be called His Highness.
The owner of Peony Pavilion was actually a prince?
The brothel madame did not dare to answer Marquis Wu's question. She could only nod and bow again, smiling in response.
"Alright, we've had enough fun today. Let's go!”
Marquis Wu turned around and prepared to leave.
Suddenly.
He seemed to have thought of something and lowered his head again to look at the little fellow."Little prodigy, you can come to my residence to play when you have time. The Lord's Manor is even livelier than the Peony Pavilion."
Chen An was
speechless. Let's go!"
After saying that, Wu Hou led his men out of the Peony Pavilion with light footsteps.
He was very happy, not at all disappointed that he couldn't see a famous prostitute.
Somehow, it seemed that in this Marquis Wu's heart, seeing a child prodigy was more valuable than seeing "Su Qinyin."
…In
the corridor on the second floor.
The maid Xiao Cui was on the verge of tears.
Wasn't he here to help Miss find the author of "Immortal Magpie Bridge"? In the end, when the author came out, everyone seemed to have forgotten about this matter, and even more so about their Miss.
Isn't my young miss beautiful?
Could it be that my young miss is not as good-looking as a child?
My young lady is a woman whose name has shaken Chang 'an and whose zither skills are superb!
Wuwuwu…Wuwuwu…
(Watermelons are about to be sold. Can you guys stop raising pigs?) On the day of the release, he needed the support of his friends. Thank you!)
(Next chapter: Su Qinyin's Shock!)）
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