Fang Jun Can Write Poetry Too?
When everyone heard Ming Yue's words, the young masters who were sitting below and discussing also restrained their thoughts and stopped discussing.
The surrounding young masters and ladies stopped playing around and began to focus on the competition venue.
At this moment, the servant boy also lit up the incense. When the incense met the open fire, it emitted a faint red light after a moment, followed by curling smoke.
The young dukes who were participating in the competition all held their wolf-hair brushes and began to think about the poems they wanted to write.
All of them were immersed in their thoughts. Some of them were holding pens in their hands and turning them non-stop. Some of the young masters were actually biting the pens with their mouths. Some of the young masters 'hands were unconsciously tapping on the table.
At this time, only Fang Jun wrote Su Dongpo's When the Bright Moon Appears without hesitation.
While everyone was still thinking, the onlookers outside the arena saw Fang Jun holding a brush and writing quickly on the paper.
The onlookers were very surprised. After all, no one had started to write without hesitation since the start of the competition. They really didn't know if they were geniuses or pretending to be geniuses.
Those talented people who knew poetry and songs, who didn't think for a moment, deliberated for a moment before starting to write? Unlike him, Miss Mingyue had just shouted for the start and was already writing.
The young masters all felt that Fang Jun must have been writing poems randomly. He was originally a big silkpants, how could he have any ink in his stomach?
Qiu Rou could see the disdain in the eyes of the surrounding young masters. She was also very puzzled. She was actually a little worried about Fang Jun, and her beautiful eyes kept looking at him.
"This Fang Jun is clearly a big silkpants, yet he still dares to force himself to compete in poetry. Which of the people here doesn't have a few drops of ink in their bellies?”A young master said with disdain.
"Yeah, yeah, he should at least act more like it. Who would write it right away?”The other young master looked at Fang Jun and shook his head.
"Could it be that he was thinking when he heard about the competition?”A young master guessed.
"How is that possible, you didn't see Miss Furong's intimate attitude of pulling Fang Jun, tsk tsk.”The White Prince clicked his tongue and said.
When the other young master heard this, his eyes lit up and he said,"Don't tell me that Miss Qiurou is still playing chess with him.”
"Fang Jun is really lucky." A young master shook his head as he spoke.
The few young masters looked at each other, and the meaning in their eyes became even more obvious.
Those who came to Peace Peace Lane were all children of wealthy families. Naturally, they all knew that Princess Chang Le had married Fang Jun. Moreover, Qiu Rou and Fu Rong were also popular women in Peace Peace Lane. In Peace Peace Lane, money was not enough to capture the hearts of those ladies. One had to be talented. However, Fang Jun had come today with two beauties accompanying him. Who could say that he was not blessed?
Qiu Rou naturally heard the discussion of these young masters, but she did not know that Fang Jun was marrying Princess Chang Le. When she thought of Fang Jun marrying Princess Gao Yang, her eyes were filled with worry.
Princess Gao Yang was arrogant and despotic, Fang Jun's days should not be good, otherwise why would he be like that to the always happy Fu Rong.
Fang Jun didn't know what everyone was thinking. He quickly finished writing the poem, smiled, and asked someone to pass it to Miss Ming Yue.
Seeing this, everyone who was still meditating with their heads lowered raised their heads when they heard this sound.
Yu Chang and the others saw that the voice came from Fang Jun. Everyone was stunned. What kind of speed was this?
It couldn't have been written randomly, right? Wasn't he afraid of embarrassing himself by writing randomly? No one believed that Fang Jun could write such a beautiful poem in such a short time.
Yu Chang did not give up and said mockingly,"Lord Fang, even if you can't write it, don't write it. You might as well not participate.”
"Yes, yes. We can't do this for the sake of our reputation.”Another young master echoed.
Fang Jun didn't explain, standing up and returning to his seat.
When everyone heard Yu Chang's words and looked at Fang Jun's unapologetic appearance, they all felt that what Yu Chang and the others said was true.
The surrounding crowd began to whisper.
"Could Young Master Yu be telling the truth?”A young master looked at Yu Chang and then at Fang Jun.
"I don't know. I think it's most likely true.”Another young master said.
Hibiscus stood beside him and listened to these words. She smiled and said,""Young masters, why don't you participate?”
The two young masters looked a little embarrassed when they heard Furong's words, but Furong had always been straightforward, so the two young masters did not take it to heart.
Furong looked at Fang Jun's changing gaze. Finally, she let out a sigh and left the hall.
Yu Chang, who was sitting below, saw Fang Jun leisurely sitting there eating pastries and sipping wine. He was so angry that he began to think about his poem again.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. There were no thoughts in his mind. Yu Chang could not help but take a deep breath and let out a turbid breath. Only then did his heart calm down and he carefully thought about his poem.
Qiu Rou placed a plate of fruits in front of Fang Jun and said with a smile,"Lord Fang, try it."
After Fang Jun nodded, he began to eat the fruit again. Qiu Rou quietly stayed beside him.
Several young masters looked at Qiu Rou, who had taken the initiative to go to Fang Jun, and felt their teeth ache. What was wrong with a girl who didn't like Fang Jun, Qiu Rou, and she still went to Fang Jun's side?
The young masters looked at Fang Jun with such questions.
As for Fang Jun, he just ate the fruit cake by himself and put it down after a few mouthfuls. After all, he still had to accompany Princess Chang Le to eat when he returned to the residence.
Qiu Rou looked at Fang Jun and smiled. Isn't this not to your liking?"
"The food in Pingkang Lane is pretty good." Fang Jun shook his head.”
Qiu Rou nodded and stopped asking.
At this moment, the servant boy handed the poem to Miss Mingyue.
Originally, Ming Yue also saw how fast Fang Jun wrote and thought that it was just nonsense. In the end, reality gave her a hard slap.
Ming Yue looked at Fang Jun's poem on the paper and was already speechless. She mumbled, but the others couldn't hear her clearly.
When the onlookers saw Miss Ming Yue looking at Fang Jun in surprise, their thoughts began to become active.
"Miss Ming Yue's eyes are clearly filled with surprise. Fang Jun can also write good poems?”A white-robed young master said.
"How is that possible? Fang Jun can write good poems. If he can, I'm the king of heaven!”Another young master said disdainfully.
"But we all know about Miss Ming Yue's talent. If Fang Jun didn't have any ability, why would Miss Ming Yue look at Fang Jun in surprise?”Another young master analyzed rationally.
"Then maybe he was shocked by the random writing and random metaphor? Words do not convey the meaning? Or is it very bizarre?" Another young master said.
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