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After chatting with Cao Xiang for a while, Xiao Qing finally understood what was going on.
Zhuo Wenjun was indeed preparing to sell himself and part of the Zhuo Family's business to these top nobles.
However, it wasn't a direct bid, but a competition of poems.
Presumably, Zhuo Wenjun didn't want to befriend a vulgar person.
At this moment, Xiao Qing's eyes could not help but light up, and he said,"
"Compete in poetry? That's easy!"
Cao Xiang looked at Xiao Qing in disbelief. He took a huge gulp of wine and cursed,"
"Simple my ass! Do you know who that grandson Xue Gui found? Sima Xiangru!"
"Sima Xiangru, this grandson, besides not knowing how to conduct himself, his talent and knowledge are the best in the Great Han!”
"What bad luck! How unlucky! Sima Xiangru! Don't even think about being an official in this lifetime!"
However, just as Cao Xiang was about to take another gulp of wine, he looked at Xiao Qing in a daze and then at the silk cloth and loose ink on the table in disbelief.
"You…you wrote it?" he stammered.”
Xiao Qing looked at Huo Qubing, who still didn't care about his surroundings, and said,"
"Could it be that this arrogant fellow wrote it?”
Then, Xiao Qing smiled and said,
"Sima Xiangru's words are gorgeous and can be called 'Ci Zong'. In the Han Dynasty, there was no better Fu than Sima Xiangru, and no better article than Sima Qian.”
"You think so highly of that pretty boy? Then why are you still writing! Even if he wrote it, he couldn't compare! I'm just asking for it."
Originally, Cao Xiang had a glimmer of hope when Xiao Qing was able to write poems and songs. Now that Xiao Qing had said this, Cao Xiang was completely in despair.
"However, Zhuo Wenjun is the daughter of a merchant, so he values the practical.”
Xiao Qing continued to smile.
Cao Xiang couldn't tell whether Xiao Qing's writing was good or bad, so he took the silk cloth and left.
Anyway, as long as he could write it, he didn't care if it was good or bad.
It was time for his performance.
No matter what, if Cao Xiang couldn't get Zhuo Wenjun today, he couldn't let that grandson Xue Gui get him.
On the other side, Zhuo Wenjun had already asked his maidservant to invite Xue Gui to have a detailed discussion.
No matter what, the poems Xue Gui had sent were indeed incomparable.
Just as the maidservant was about to leave, Cao Xiang arrived.
He glared angrily and threw the silk cloth at the maidservant."
"And mine!"
The maidservant trembled and said,"
"This…this…my eldest daughter has already made…a decision.”
Cao Xiang grinned and said,
"I am Cao Xiang, Marquis of Ping Yang. My mother is Eldest Princess Ping Yang. I didn't hear you."
The maidservant's face instantly turned pale. She said,
"I said…I said that our eldest daughter asked me to take a look…to see if there were any missing articles.”
Cao Xiang shook his head and said,
"No, it's not about whether there's an article that's missing…it's about whether or not we've missed out the leader.”
"This…"
The maidservant's face was ashen.
He could only pick up the article and glance at it.
With just one glance, the maidservant's gaze could not leave.
The air instantly quieted down.
The servant girl's eyes widened.
His breathing began to become heavy, and there was a sound of cold air being sucked in.
"Alright…"
"Good words!"
" The wind is strong, the sky is high, and the apes are howling. The white birds fly back to the clear sand.”
"Endless trees fall, the endless Yangtze River rolls.”
"Ten thousand miles away, I am often a guest in the sad autumn, and I am alone on the stage in a hundred years of illness.”
" It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty hair on my temples. I'm down and out, and I've just stopped drinking."”
The maidservant was already immersed in the first ever Seven Laws.
He could not extricate himself for a long time.
After a long time.
The maidservant returned to her senses and hurriedly returned to her room.
Cao Xiang scratched his head in confusion.
"Good sentence? What did he mean? Was he really better than Sima Xiangru?”
……
Inside the room.
Zhuo Wenjun, the tall and beautiful lady, was in a daze as she held the silk cloth in her hand.
After a long time, she muttered,"
" It's hard and bitter to hate the frosty hair on my temples. I'm down and out, and I've just stopped drinking."”
"This is from Marquis Ping Yang?"
"Yes, Eldest Daughter." The maidservant nodded. Who would have thought that Marquis Pingyang's literary talent was so outstanding!”
Zhuo Wenjun smiled charmingly.
"Marquis Ping Yang…haha, there's an expert behind you!”
"Eldest daughter, then…Young Master Xue?”
Zhuo Wenjun waved his hand."
"I'll just brush it off."
The maidservant was stunned and said worriedly,
"Will I offend…"
Zhuo Wenjun's disdainful expression disappeared in a flash, and he said,"
"It's fine. Go ahead."
……
Within Fengyue Brothel, after a short period of noise, it quieted down.
Very quickly.
The maidservant walked out.
Everyone was looking forward to seeing who would be the champion and have a night with Zhuo Wenjun.
In a private room on the second floor.
Sima Xiangru held his wine cup and said lightly,"
"Congratulations, Young Master Xue."
"The results haven't come out yet!" Xue Gui said with a smile.”
Sima Xiangru said confidently,"
"With me around, there won't be any accidents. If I don't boast, if my poem isn't number one, then I'll jump down from this second floor!”
Xue Gui waved his hand and said,
"What are you saying, Brother Sima? I have already made your five poems public and posted them on the notice board.”
"Guess what I wrote on the board?”
"What did Young Master write?" Sima Xiangru asked with interest.”
"Chang 'an's Second Ci Sect, Sima Xiangru, Xue Gui, Zhu!”
The two of them looked at each other and smiled happily.
"Sima Cizong!"
"Xue Cizong!"
"Hahaha…"
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