There is a kind of scholar

Chapter 39 Celebrity Style
There are many famous poems with the theme of "snow" in the ocean of poems that have been handed down for thousands of years.

Su Xian randomly excerpted a song and secretly gave it to Lin Chuan, who was looking at him longingly, while the students and celebrities around him were thinking hard.

Lin Chuan took it and took a look. His hands suddenly shook, his mouth opened wide, and he glanced at Su Xian secretly with a look of ecstasy.

Su Xian nodded and signaled him not to be too proud.

Writing poetry on behalf of others is despised, and it would not be a good thing if someone discovered it.

Lin Chuan responded with his eyes, indicating that he was aware of the importance. Then he closed his eyes and pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, he took up the pen and wrote the poem on the rice paper, which made him, a "student", feel extremely Wonderful verse.

Su Xian ignored him and paused for a moment while holding the brush in his hand. The tip of the pen hovered an inch above the rice paper, feeling that it was difficult to write.

"If I copy another famous poem that praises snow, there will be no problem, but I don't want to be the best poet. This time I'm just coping..."

Su Xian fell into deep thought. It was easy to copy a good poem, but it was even more difficult to copy a bad poem.

After a while, his eyes lit up and he thought to himself: "Yes! If we talk about vulgar poets in the poetry world, I, Zhang Zongchang, Marshal Zhang, am a great god!"

With a thought in his mind, Su Xian put down the pen with a malicious smile, and the poem was completed.

Soon, both Su Xian and Lin Chuan finished their poems and returned to their original positions. The manuscripts were handed over to Miss Zi's personal maid, Miss Bi'er.

By the way, Miss Bi'er has been keeping an eye on Su Xian's every move.

Su Xian secretly delivered a poem manuscript to Lin Chuan, and she saw it, but she didn't break it and just kept a record of it in her heart.

Miss Bi'er knew very well that the purpose of her princess holding this poetry banquet was to test Su Xian's character, so his poetic talent was not very important.

Moreover, judging from the information collected before, Su Xian's poems can only be regarded as above-average, so Ms. Bi'er does not think that he can write shocking poems in such a short period of time.

However, after she got Su Xian and Lin Chuan's poem manuscripts, she couldn't help but take a look.

She first took out "Lin Chuan's poem manuscript" and glanced at it slowly, and then... she couldn't move her eyes away. The surprise in her eyes gradually increased, her mouth opened slightly, and she was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Bi'er's breasts rose and fell, her fair face flushed with excitement, and her hand holding the poem was trembling slightly.

This is a good poem!

Do not!
The word "good" alone is not enough to describe the goodness of this poem.

This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!

Miss Xiaoxian Zi held no fewer than dozens of poetry gatherings and banquets. As a personal maid, Bi'er naturally understands poetry, and her appreciation of poetry has reached a considerable level.

After being shocked, she looked at Su Xian imperceptibly.

However, I saw Su Xian sitting at the table... eating Haisai?
"Young Master Su is really... a bold and unrestrained person, with the demeanor of a celebrity!"

Miss Bi'er secretly commented in her heart.

After carefully reading this famous poem dozens of times, Bi'er took out the poem signed by Su Xian.

With the famous poem just now in front of her, she was full of confidence in this poem.

However, after just one glance, the smile on Bi'er's face suddenly froze, and her eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of disgust.

What kind of poem is this?

Such vulgar words...

While she was stunned, the hand holding the poem manuscript began to tremble slightly again.

But this time it was because she wanted to tear this poem into pieces!

She had just seen with her own eyes that the handwriting on this poem manuscript was really Su Xian's own handwriting and could not be faked.

But...the two poems were written by the same person, but why are they so different?
Disgusted, stunned, and confused, Bi'er looked up at Su Xian again. Su Xian was still sitting at the table eating and drinking, his mouth full of oil.

Bi'er raised her eyebrows slightly, and complained in her heart: "Su Xian... is really vulgar and vulgar!"

Su Xian naturally didn't know what she was thinking.

Su Xian only knew that the poem he had just given to Lin Chuan was really a famous piece.

As long as the little fairy Zi girl is not blind, she will choose Lin Chuan as the best poet.

Hey, Su Xian couldn't help but laugh, he got 1000 taels of white money just like this.

1000 taels of silver is not a small amount.

Working with Liu Huixiang on stinky tofu can only solve the problem of food and clothing. If you want to get rich, you will need this windfall.

At this time, Lin Chuan came over and laughed softly: "Brother Su's poetry is better than I thought. That's great. This time the poetry leader must belong to me."

Su Xian waved his greasy hand and whispered: "Don't speak, lest others overhear you."

Lin Chuan nodded hurriedly and sat upright, no longer whispering to each other, but the smile at the corner of his mouth never stopped.

Lin Chuan was even thinking about the scene in his mind when Miss Bi'er, Miss Xiaoxian Zi's personal maid, walked up to him and invited him in to drink tea.

Miss Xiaoxian Zi belongs to the category of pure housekeepers and does not sleep with her. Lin Chuan understands this.

But being able to communicate with Xiao Xian Zi up close and talk to her almost made him feel extremely happy.

However, I'm afraid what Lin Chuan didn't know was that before the poetry banquet even started, the place for the top poet had already been decided.

Lin Chuan's fantasy was just a fantasy after all.

At this time, most of the students and celebrities who wrote poems had handed in their poems and returned to their original positions to start eating and drinking.

A table in the distance was filled with students from the county school wearing Confucian shirts.

One of them was not only toasted and complimented by his classmates at the same table, but even the merchants at Su Xian's table also came forward with wine glasses in their hands to congratulate that person on winning the top poetry award.

"Young Master Liu has a long history of great talent, and his famous works have been handed down from time to time... When I see this little poem in front of Young Master Liu, it is like the difference between an oil lamp and the sun."

A businessman held the wine glass, his face flushed, and he loudly said compliments. Finally, he raised his glass and said, "Young Master Liu, please drink it first."

"Brother Liu's poetic talent is naturally beyond doubt. Even the doctor of Confucian classics of the county school has praised him, saying that Brother Liu's poetic talent is among the best in the entire Yingzhou territory!"

A student wearing a Confucian shirt echoed.

"..."

Su Xian and Lin Chuan glanced over there and understood.

The Mr. Liu who was praised and toasted by everyone was named "Liu Ziyun". He was a classmate in the county school and he was arrogant and domineering.

Neither Su Xian nor Lin Chuan could deal with this person.

In terms of poetic talent, Liu Ziyun does have a little bit, at least he is much better than a scumbag like Lin Chuan.

However, the reason why Liu Ziyun was complimented and toasted by everyone was actually because of his identity——

The son of the governor of Yingzhou.

As the saying goes, "The county magistrate who destroys the family will destroy the prefect."

The prefect is equivalent to the governor. The governor has great power in a state, enough to destroy the family.

The students and businessmen present all waggled their tails and came forward to offer compliments and toasts. In fact, it was all because of Liu Ziyun's status as the "son of the governor."

Liu Ziyun's face glowed red and he waved his hand.

The people around him fell silent, and it was obvious that Liu Ziyun was about to speak.

However, at this moment, at another table, a middle-aged celebrity with a goatee under his chin suddenly snorted coldly.

A sudden cold snort interrupted Liu Ziyun's words.

I heard a middle-aged celebrity say in a cold voice: "Young Master Liu's poetic talent is only useful in the territory of Yingzhou. But Miss Xiaoxian Zi comes from Nanchen and has great connections with the high-ranking officials and families in the divine capital, so she will not be afraid of Young Master Liu. The identity of the governor’s son!”

　Thanks to "Defroy" for the tip!

　　
　
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