I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 41 The Mid-Autumn Festival and the Fox Demon (Part [-])

The house fell into silence.

Although it is not the mid-autumn poem that everyone expected, this topic is not difficult to write.

Of course, whether you write well or not is a scholar's business. As for those sons and buddies, you just need to wait for the guests to present poems.

If you do it well, you will definitely be rewarded. If you don't do it well, you will go back for a meal, and if you do it badly, you will move your head.

It's that simple.

A group of literati and disciples looked a little sleepy, but there was a kind of lazy and charming Yangliu poem. For a while, all kinds of praises came to their minds, just waiting for them to arrange and combine them.

Soon, someone became a poem.

I saw him leaning over and saying a few words in his son's ear, probably reciting the poem he just wrote, so that the master can get a head start.

But Mr. He, who opened the bank at home, frowned, hesitating after hearing it, and it seemed that he couldn't carry it down.

After repeating this for a few times, he simply didn't bother to recite it again. With a glance, the doorman immediately understood and said in a loud voice:
"Miss Liu Shi, my son has already written a poem, and I specially ordered me to recite it and listen to the girl."

"Thank you Young Master He, the slave family is listening."

Of course, Yang Liushi would not reveal it, and looked at Young Master He with a smile, as if the poem was really written by him.

The doorman's voice resounded clearly in the room.

"There is no beauty in the thousand autumns,"

"Pleasant to the eye is a beautiful woman."

"The beauty of the country and the city,"

"Stunned the world."

Five-character quatrains, a total of twenty characters, were quickly finished.

Some people's eyes lit up, but most of them just curled their lips.

Qianqiu is stunning, beautiful to the eyes, stunning, and shocking.

This poem is made by adding one word to each of the four idioms, which can be regarded as ingenious or opportunistic.

More importantly, the second and fourth sentences end with the same word, which is not strictly speaking the law of conformity.

So in general, it can only be regarded as low-medium level.

Yang Liushi smiled and praised for a few words and then stopped talking, obviously not satisfied with this poem.

That Young Master He's face instantly became a little ugly, while the others' confidence rose, and soon a second person came out to offer a poem.

"How about listening to my son's song again, Miss Liu Shi?"

"Slave, listen."

"..."

One after another, ten poems soon came out.

Although the later poems are stronger than the first one, they can only be regarded as reluctance.

Although it is a new poem, it has no new meaning, just repeating a few words over and over again.

Wei Changtian was about to fall asleep when he heard it, but Liu Zongliang suddenly stood up at this moment.

Because it was the Liu family, everyone stopped talking as soon as he stood up.

And Liu Zongliang did not like others to be polite first. After shaking his sleeves, he directly recited aloud:
"Hibiscus is inferior to beauty makeup,"

"The wind from the water palace comes with the fragrance of pearls and greenery."

"Who is covering the autumn fan with a cry?"

"The moon is hanging in the air, waiting for the king."

"..."

The room was quiet for a few seconds, and then someone patted the table and praised with a blushing face, "Good poetry!!"

After his shouting, the others also reacted, and the sound of applause suddenly became one.

Most of the sons and brothers are trying to curry favor with Liu Zongliang, but the literati really think this poem is good.

The first two sentences use hibiscus, pearls, and emeralds to describe the appearance of beautiful women. Although the idea is ordinary, the writing is natural and unpretentious.

The last two sentences directly raised the level of the whole poem by several levels.

Who can hide the autumn fan with a cry, and wait for the king with the bright moon hanging in the air.

Comparing people to the bright moon waiting for the king, it implies that even the emperor will be impressed when he sees Yang Liushi... This is undoubtedly a great honor for a brothel woman.

If this poem is not prepared in advance, it can only explain one thing -

The poetic talent of the poet is extraordinary.

Listening to everyone's compliments, Liu Zongliang was very useful, and at the same time looked at Yang Liushi slightly.

"Young Master Liu..."

Yang Liushi was stunned for a while, and then smiled charmingly: "It seems that the slave family is yours tonight."

There was a commotion in the audience, but no one had an opinion.

Although there is no first place in the text, it is said in the case that the poems and poems are almost the same.

Now Liu Zongliang's poems are obviously several grades higher than others, and naturally no one will jump out of it and take his own humiliation.

Liu Zongliang was also ecstatic when he heard the words, but he heard Yang Liushi continue:
"But I don't know which guest in the house wrote this poem. I beg your son to inform the slave family..."

The tone was still soft and waxy, but Liu Zongliang's face instantly changed from white to red, from red to blue, completely caught in a dilemma.

If he said that the poem was written by himself, not only would no one believe it, but he would appear to be a hypocrite.

But if you admit that you didn't do it yourself, it would be too humiliating...

After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Zongliang finally pointed at a young man standing in the crowd and forced a smile.

"Miss Liu Shi, this person did it."

"Oh?"

Yang Liushi turned his eyes to look, his eyes were full of tenderness and spring: "I don't know if this son's surname is famous, but he has such a poetic talent?"

"The girl is rude."

The young man stepped out of the crowd and said calmly, "It's just a guest of Liu Mansion."

"Young master refuses to tell the slave family his name?" Yang Liushi's voice was mournful.

"This……"

The young man glanced at Liu Zongliang, whose face was ashen. After all, he still did not resist the temptation of the beauty, and answered with a bit of arrogance: "My name is Qin Yu, and I am a teacher of Su Wu!"

"Wow!"

The crowd was instantly in an uproar.

Who is Su Wu?Poetry!

So this plain-looking young man in front of him is actually a poet?
No wonder there is such a poet!
Amid the commotion, Yang Liushi showed a hint of surprise for the first time, and her gaze towards Qin Yu seemed to soften a bit.

And Liu Zongliang felt bad, for fear that Yang Liushi should change his mind and sleep with Qin Yu if it went on like this, and hurriedly asked loudly:
"But still have poetry to come out?"

"..."

The noise stopped, and no one spoke.

Although there are still half of the people who have not yet recited poetry, everyone knows that since there are pearls and jade in front of them, it is no doubt that they are really "presenting ugliness" if they present poetry now.

"Okay, since there is no..."

Liu Zongliang couldn't wait, and after waiting for a few breaths, he was ready to announce the end of the tea round.

But at this moment, Wei Changtian, who had not said a word from beginning to end, finally spoke.

"What's the hurry, rushing to reincarnate?"

"you!"

Liu Zongliang looked at him extremely angrily. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat Wei Changtian, he would have rushed over and tried his best.

He stared at him and did not speak. Others dared not mix in the grievances of the Liu and Wei families. At this time, only Yang Liushi could come out and settle the game.

"Master Wei, do you also have poetry?"

"Yes."

"But I haven't seen you bring a doorman here..."

Yang Liushi glanced at Wang Er, who was obviously a warrior, and asked with a smile, "Then this poem must be written by the son himself?"

"Yes."

Wei Changtian cherished his words like gold, and Liu Zongliang finally found the opportunity, and hurriedly sneered: "Hahahaha, today I know what the bottom of the well is..."

"You say one more word, believe it or not, I'll let you lie down from here?" Wei Changtian interrupted coldly.

"..."

Like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, Liu Zongliang's face flushed for a moment, but he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Wei Changtian ignored him and looked around the room before slowly standing up.

He picked up the jug, raised his neck and took a sip of wine, looking directly at Yang Liushi.

"Listen, this is called poetry."

Beauty, enemy, onlookers...

After traveling for so long, labor and capital finally waited for this moment!

Li Taibai!Anyway, so many people have used your poems, so I borrowed them and used them today!
"Gudu~gudu~"

A drink, a poem.

Four mouthfuls of wine into the throat, poetry.

The silver pot made a crisp sound of "clang clang" when it fell to the ground.

In addition, the needles can be heard falling on and off the stage.

Everyone stared at Wei Changtian in astonishment, nothing left in their minds, except for the twenty-eight words that made Yang Liushi famous in the world.

"Yun thinks about clothes and flowers,"

"The spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

"If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, see you,"

"We will meet Yaotai under the moon..."

"Pfft!"

A figure staggered and fell to the ground. It was the saint of poetry, Qin Yu.

Unbelievably, he murmured these four lines several times, and finally concluded one sentence.

"I can't wait..."

(End of this chapter)