Compete in Poetry?
After the servants brought over the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, they began to prepare for the competition.
Yu Chang looked at Fang Jun and said," I just saw Lord Fang and Miss Qiurou playing chess. It seems that Lord Fang is quite capable. I wonder how the poem is. May I ask if Lord Fang will participate in the competition?"”
Everyone present knew very well that Fang Jun was a big silkpants. How could he have any ink in his heart? These words were clearly meant to embarrass Fang Jun. However, the two of them were people of extremely high status. There would be a good show to watch.
The young master and Lady Qiu Rou who had just been watching the chess game looked at Fang Jun. After all, from the chess game just now, Fang Jun had some ability.
However, this matter of poetry and songs was not something that could be done in a short period of time. Most people felt that Fang Jun would not agree.
Fang Jun only raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Chang before saying to Miss Ming Yue,""I'll have to trouble Miss Ming Yue to remember that I'm participating in the competition.”
"Yes, Lord Fang." Ming Yue smiled.”
Miss Ming Yue wrote Fang Jun's name on the piece of paper. From this, one could see how powerful Ping Kang Lane was. At that time, paper could only be used by rich families.
Yu Chang looked at Fang Jun's unchanging expression and thought that Fang Jun was just putting on a strong front. He was just concerned about his reputation and did not take Fang Jun seriously at all.
Yu Chang smiled and said,"Lord Fang, you have a backbone. Why don't you write a short poem?"”
The moment these words came out, it was clear that they looked down on Fang Jun. Everyone present had different thoughts again.
Yu Chang had also concluded that Fang Jun did not know how to write poetry, which was why he said this.
Everyone agreed and waited for the servant boy to make the arrangements.
Qiu Rou stood beside Fang Jun with a worried look in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Furong Wang walking over.
She paused and swallowed the words she wanted to say. She looked at Furong.
She walked over leisurely and did not attract any attention. After all, those young masters were also chatting with the girls in Pingkang Lane, killing time while waiting for the servants to decorate the competition venue.
This kind of competition was not uncommon. After all, the Tang Dynasty was also good at lyrics and poetry. Some people came to Pingkang Lane with the intention of spreading their poems, especially when there were beautiful women accompanying them. Casually arranged songs and their own lyrics, whether it was the person who played the song or the person who wrote the lyrics, they were even more famous.
Furong walked to Fang Jun's side with a smile on her face. Fang Jun naturally looked at Furong and then withdrew his gaze.
Qiu Rou looked at the scene and turned to look at Furong. The smile on Furong's face froze.
Qiu Rou quickly left Fang Jun.
Furong stood beside Fang Jun, and her fair wrist naturally hooked onto Fang Jun. Her red lips parted slightly as she said,"Lord Fang, it's been a few days and you haven't come to Pingkang Lane to look for Fu Rong.”
Fang Jun looked at Furong's face and casually found a place to sit down. Furong's expression was a little embarrassed.
The young master beside her looked at Fleur and teased,""Miss Furong, I didn't see you take the initiative to look for you.”
Furong smiled embarrassedly. When a real person was prettier than a flower, Furong was just like her name. The bright red dress on her body did not feel grand at all. It even carried a hint of seduction. The corners of her eyes also revealed some charm. It seemed that the original Fang Jun's taste was not bad.
That young master looked at Fang Jun and smiled,"Lord Fang, are you confident in the competition?”
"I haven't assigned the questions yet." Fang Jun nodded.”
At this moment, Yu Chang also walked over. Hearing Fang Jun's words, he scoffed. Even if he had set the question, Fang Jun would probably not be able to answer it.
Yu Chang looked at Fang Jun and said,"Even if the topic is set, you can do it?"”
When Fang Jun heard Yu Chang's words, he didn't even take a few glances at him. He took the wine cup on his seat and started drinking.
The rest of the young masters shifted their positions one after another, afraid that the flames of war between the two of them would be drawn to them.
Yu Chang looked at Fang Jun's appearance and was extremely angry. Only Fang Jun dared to publicly not give him face.
Yu Chang turned around and walked towards Miss Mingyue.
Miss Ming Yue was still registering the names of the contestants when she saw Yu Chang walking over and said with a smile,""Young Master Yu, is there anything you need?"
Yu Chang looked at the bright moon and pretended to say,""The topic of the competition hasn't been decided yet, why not let Miss Ming Yue decide.”
"Alright," said Miss Mingyue with a smile.”
He held the pen in his hand and quickly wrote down the names of the people who would be participating in the competition. He blew on the ink to make the words dry faster.
Miss Mingyue lowered her head again. After thinking for a moment, she looked at everyone and said,"Young masters participating in the competition, why don't we use my name as the title and everyone compose a poem?”
Everyone agreed. Miss Ming Yue took a piece of paper and read out the names of the young masters. The servant had already set up the venue for the competition, and Ming Yue read out the name of a young master.
The young master sat on the first stool, and then a girl helped him grind the ink.
Furong looked at Fang Jun beside her and shook his arm, whispering,"Could it be that Lord Fang has forgotten about Furong after getting married?”
Fang Jun looked at Fu Rong, his eyes distant as he slowly said,"Miss Furong, I'm about to participate in the competition.”
When Furong heard Fang Jun's words, she naturally didn't dare to say anything more. She also understood that he had rejected her. Her expression was a little ugly, and her face was filled with worry. It made people feel pity for her and want to hug her in their arms to comfort her.
Just as Fang Jun finished speaking, Miss Ming Yue called out Fang Jun's name.
Fang Jun stood up and went to the center of the hall to sit. Naturally, there were also girls who came forward to grind ink.
Fate was just so strange. Yu Chang and Fang Jun clearly didn't write their names at the same time, but Fang Jun happened to be sitting beside Yu Chang.
Yu Chang looked at Fang Jun's face and snorted coldly. The young master led by him did not have a good expression either.
Fang Jun didn't mind and just sat there, waiting for Miss Ming Yue to start.
Slowly, the rest of the young masters also sat down. Miss Mingyue watched the last girl finish grinding the ink and leave, then slowly walked forward.
Ming Yue looked at the young masters sitting below and said with a smile,"For this competition, we will use the bright moon as the topic to write a poem. Everyone only has the time for one incense stick to burn. When the time is up, you will naturally have to hand in your answers.”
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