I'm the villain in the book

Chapter 93 I Am Wei Changtian
A poem is worth a thousand dollars!

Hearing this sentence, not only Peng Benzhi was stupid, Su Yu was stupid, all the spectators were stupid, and even Liang Zhen frowned and looked at Song Zhengming.

And the latter is worthy of being a great scholar who is well-known throughout Luzhou. Facing this situation, he did not panic at all, and continued to say to Su Yu sternly:

"Girl, I only wrote this poem because of my feelings. If you think it can be worth a thousand dollars, then please grant Young Master Peng's wish."

"If you think you can't, just pretend I never said that."

"This……"

Su Yu had never seen such a situation before, and she opened her mouth for a while, not knowing what to respond to.

After all, poetry is not a thing that can be weighed in to buy groceries, how much money is how much money.

Song Zhengming said that his poems are worth thousands of dollars, but no matter whether the poems are good or bad, they can't be sold!
She didn't know how to deal with it, but others were watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal, and soon someone said excitedly:
"Everyone Song! Then you should take out the poem first!"

"Yeah! I'll listen to it too, so that I can help Miss Su Yu to break up the value of this poem!"

"No matter what, it is a good talk to get everyone from Song to write poems at such a grand event!"

"..."

The roaring sound instantly broke out, Song Zhengming didn't ink any ink, turned around and handed the poem paper to Peng Benzhi, who had not recovered.

"Young Master Peng, it's up to you to present this poem to Miss Su Yu."

"Gudu..."

Peng Benzhi's Adam's apple wriggled twice, tremblingly opened the paper and glanced at it, his face immediately turned from white to red, and his expression became more and more excited.

He held on to the rice paper as if he had acquired some rare treasure, and after reading it several times, he looked at Song Zhengming with gratitude.

"Song, Song everyone... You, did you really give me this poem?"

Song Zhengming put down the Buddha's sleeves and sat down calmly: "If a gentleman says a word, it is difficult for a horse to chase."

"Thank you, Xie Song, everyone for enjoying the poem!"

Among the countless impatient gazes, Peng Benzhi first bowed deeply to Song Zhengming, then straightened up, glanced around and finally settled on Su Yu.

Compared to the lost soul just now, he was in a state of extreme excitement as if he had dried five cans of Red Bull and a bottle of balsamic essence in a row.

"Miss Su Yu, everyone! Listen to this poem!"

There was an instant silence on and off the stage, only Peng Benzhi's trembling and high-pitched voice echoed.

"After all the redness is left, it begins to spit out fragrance."

"The good name is called the King of Flowers."

"Compete and praise the unparalleled beauty in the world."

"Occupy the world... the first fragrance!"

"..."

After the poem ends, the audience pauses for a moment.

"Nice poem!"

Someone shouted first, and the chorus quickly rang out.

"Indeed!"

"Owning the first fragrance in the world... Miss Su Yu may be like the Yangliu Shi in the capital, and she is famous all over the world with this sentence!"

"This sentence is really wonderful!"

"As expected of everyone Song..."

"..."

Most of the words that came into my ears expressed admiration, but Wei Changtian didn't feel anything.

Yang Liushi smiled and asked: "Master, what do you think of this poem?"

"Okay."

Wei Changtian nodded noncommittally.

This is indeed his true thoughts.

This poem has to be said to be so subtle that it has been passed down for centuries... Of course it is not.

But there is one thing that fits the scene tonight.

More importantly, the whole poem uses peony as a metaphor for people, calling Su Yu "the first fragrance in the world", which can be regarded as touting her to a high position, which is particularly attractive to brothel women.

Judging from Su Yu's current state of excitement, this woman is really not sure that she will choose Peng Benzhi because of this poem.

……

As Wei Changtian expected, Su Yu was really tangled at the moment.

She could see that Liang Zhen's identity was extraordinary, but the allure of this poem was indeed a little big.

A poem is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and this story alone will surely become a good story.

What's more, this poem also greatly exalted itself.

For a red card of Su Yu's level, the amount of money earned is not so important, and the more important thing is to build a good reputation for herself.

Only when she became more famous would those sons of famous families be interested in redeeming her, so that she could get rid of this land of smoke and willows and return to a normal life.

Thinking of this, Su Yu finally said:
"Thanks to everyone Song Song, Young Master Peng for the poem... The slave family likes it very much."

"To tell you the truth, since the slave family heard about 'Yunxiang Clothes and Flowers Xiangrong' a while ago, they have been thinking about how one day they will be able to obtain such a good poem."

"I can't believe that today's wish came true..."

These words of hers are actually quite a bit of commercial blowing.

Although this "The First Fragrance of the World" is not bad, everyone understands that it is very different from the song "Yunxiang Clothes and Flowers Xiangrong" that wrote the poem about willows.

Even completely two grades.

However, in this situation, no one would jump out and sing the opposite. Instead, Song Zhengming suddenly sank his face after hearing this.

"Humph! Don't compare my poem to that poem!"

"A wicked man who is the prime minister of the dynasty, no matter how well he writes poetry, he has talent but no virtue!"

This Nima, can this be shot?
Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, while Yang Liushi, who was also mentioned, covered his mouth and snickered.

"Master, it seems that this Song Jushi is probably from the Liu family."

"Of course I know."

Wei Changtian rolled his eyes, and Su Yu on stage was a little embarrassed at the moment.

She bowed her head in embarrassment and said, "It's the slave family who made a blunder," and then looked at Liang Zhen again.

"Master Liang, I'm grateful that you look down on the little girl so much..."

Listening to this, it was decided to choose Peng Benzhi, and he was ready to apologize to Liang Zhen.

Liang Zhen's face was naturally very ugly, and the fat county magistrate was even more anxious.

But the two of them can't say anything at this time, after all, it's not good to force a weak woman in front of everyone's eyes.

But Wei Changtian was different.

He was already holding the fire, and he wanted to give Liang Zhen a favor by the way, so he immediately interrupted:
"Wait a minute! Is this broken poem worth a thousand dollars?"

boom!
Just like igniting an explosive barrel, there was an instant uproar in the embroidered building.

One wave after another, everyone present only felt that what happened tonight was more exciting than watching a play.

"Isn't this the son-in-law who rejected Miss Su Yu before?"

"Yes, I remember the surname Wei, and it should have come with that Mr. Liang."

"How dare he refute Song everyone's face like this, I don't know why?"

"Hey, we are watching the play just..."

"..."

In the noise, Su Yu didn't know what to do.

Song Zhengming was stunned for a moment, then stared at Wei Changtian and shouted:
"Sir, what is the value of my poetry, Miss Su Yu has her own judgment, and it's not your turn to point your fingers here!"

"With such a rude act, haven't your adults taught you manners?!"

This is considered very rude. Of course, Wei Changtian will not get used to him, and he directly replied with a sneer:

"If it wasn't for me who didn't want to provoke right and wrong now, just based on your last sentence, I would have moved my head at this moment."

"you!"

Song Zhengming had never seen such a rude person before, his tone trembled a little: "You, who are you!"

"Jushi Song, you scolded me just now."

Wei Changtian pouted sarcastically.

"I am the wicked man who killed the prime minister."

"The Wei family in the capital, Wei Changtian."

(End of this chapter)