On the banks of the Qinhuai River, pleasure boats gathered, and the sound of the bamboo flute suddenly stopped.
In the magnificent hall, the scholar was deep in thought, and the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.
Many of the courtesans were extremely charming as they looked at the man in white with their seductive eyes.
Even they knew that the protagonist of this poetry meet was the Great Zhou's abandoned child.
On the windowsill on the second floor, Lu Changqing smiled lightly. Although the other party looked calm and composed, he was probably panicking inside.
"Give me the pen." He flicked his sleeves slightly, his posture indescribably elegant and aloof.
The fans behind him handed over their brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones to observe the shocking masterpiece of the Lu family's young phoenix.
In just a moment, a gorgeous poem was written.
"Young Master Lu is so talented. Who can compare to him since ancient times?”
A handsome scholar praised sincerely, impressed by Lu Fengchu's talent.
"This humble one's clumsy work is not worth mentioning." Lu Changqing said modestly.
Another noble family disciple flattered,
"Young Master Lu's talent is far from what an abandoned child can compare to.”
Lu Changqing's smile suddenly disappeared and he looked at him coldly.
The aristocratic family's disciple felt awkward. He was quite useless to be able to flatter someone.
Compared to an abandoned child, wasn't that insulting Young Master Lu?
Suddenly.
The silent poetry meeting was noisy. A man in white expressionlessly left with his hands behind his back.
He didn't seem to want to stay any longer.
Whoosh!
Everyone was shocked, and then they felt incredulous.
Fleeing?
He was really backing out?
What a shameless abandoned child!
In public, he didn't even care about his dignity. In order not to make a fool of himself, he fled!
"The shame of the scholars, the scum of the Chu Country, Your Majesty has eyes but failed to see…"
A scholar scolded him, but his voice suddenly stopped.
Everyone fell silent almost at the same time.
This was because a piece of paper was left on the table and chair.
"This old man wants to see what Young Master Xu is capable of.”Chancellor Sima strolled over and looked down with contempt.
Boom!
At that moment, he seemed to have witnessed an extremely absurd scene, and his pupils seemed to be experiencing a magnitude 18 earthquake!
They were shocked beyond words!
As the leader of the highest academy in Chu, he only needed to take a look to know the value of this poem.
" It'll be recorded in the annals of history, a masterpiece for the ages…"
Chancellor Sima moved his lips with difficulty and slowly rubbed the paper as if he was caressing a priceless treasure.
A clap of thunder sounded from the ground!
Many scholars could not believe it. What poem could deserve such a lofty evaluation?
Lu Changqing's eyes narrowed to the size of a needle. He couldn't hold it in any longer and walked to the first floor at a very fast speed.
"Impossible!"
His confidence collapsed in an instant. This poem was like a giant drum, beating his heart fiercely, almost suffocating the young phoenix of the Lu family!
The Qinhuai River was dead silent. The most prosperous brothel in the world was like a gloomy tomb.
Su Guan, what kind of shocking talent was this!
……
The brightly lit palace.
"The rolling river flows eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. right and wrong, success or failure, turn your head and empty. The green mountains were still there, and the sunset was red.”
"The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. a jug of foul wine, happy to meet. How many things have happened since ancient times, they are all handed over to laughter and talk.”
Xiao Wan 'er's eyes were in a daze. As she read, she became absent-minded.
How was it just amazing?
What kind of heaven-defying literary talent was this?
This poem was enough to be famous for thousands of years!
The words were very simple, but they could produce a strong emotional resonance. This was the ultimate Dao of poetry!
"This was written by Young Master Su?"
Xiao Wan 'er still couldn't believe it. She was also well-versed in poetry and books, but she had never been able to create such a masterpiece that would go down in history.
"I seem to be showing off in front of an expert."
Jiang Yanwan's beautiful phoenix eyes were at a loss, and she felt ashamed and angry without any warning.
You're clearly talented, but you pretend to be ignorant of poetry and want me to write you a poem!
You just want to laugh at me!
She snorted. For some reason, she felt a sense of joy that she had not felt for a long time.
" Your Majesty, Young Master Su is hiding his true strength…" Xiao Wan 'er took a long time to calm down and said softly.
For the first time in her life, she questioned the Emperor's decision because of the Great Zhou's abandoned son.
Now, it seemed that Her Majesty was always right. She had a pair of discerning eyes.
Unfortunately.
This poem was only a few words long, but it described the prosperity of life, the helplessness of fate, and life was just a dream.
These words revealed Young Master Su's noble and pure sentiments, as well as his indifference to fame and fortune.
Once such a person had the intention to leave, what could he use to retain him?
Suddenly.
"Your Majesty, Wan 'er is willing to serve the country with her life!”
Xiao Wan 'er's face blushed as she pretended to be calm.
The best way was to get married.
She came from the Xiao family, and her family was completely loyal to the Emperor. She was also a female official by the Emperor's side. As long as she married Su Guan, she could completely tie him up in Chu.
For the future of Chu, she, Xiao Wan 'er, was willing to sacrifice herself.
Jiang Yanwan's eyes were cold, and her phoenix eyes were filled with coldness.
"In your dreams?"
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