Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Chu Pingshan finally got rid of the crowd and walked to his carriage, when he saw Tan Qingzhi giving him a cold look.

"It turns out that you went through the Pei family in Zhongshan. I asked you, why aren't you afraid that the man named Ma will stumble you today?"

Chu Pingshan rolled his eyes, "If I said I didn't know what was going on, would you believe it?"

"Haha." Tan Qingzhi sneered, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, I just came here to remind you."

"The Pei family in Zhongshan has a great business and can survive being caught in a storm, but your Shoutinghou Mansion does not have this qualification."

Tan Qingzhi looked at him deeply, then turned and left.

Chu Pingshan snorted coldly, but still called him, "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

"Say." Tan Qingzhi didn't even look back, he just paused.

"Use me with "Fu Feng Song"."

"Then beg me." Tan Qingzhi turned around, folded his hands on his chest, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Forget it if you don't want to borrow it."

Chu Pingshan snorted coldly, opened the curtain and walked in.

But before the curtain fell, a stream of light rushed in and fell on him. It was a roll of bamboo slips.

"Why don't you say thank you, senior brother?" Tan Qingzhi's voice came from outside, with a strong hint of ridicule.

Chu Pingshan had no expression on his face and urged the groom, "If you don't leave yet, what are you waiting for?"

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Golden Valley Garden.

A corrupt official from the previous dynasty built this luxurious courtyard here. Later, it changed hands several times and fell into the hands of a senior literary figure in Zhongshan.

Over time, Jingu Garden also became a place for literati to communicate, and poetry gatherings were often held.

Ladies from wealthy families in Zhongshan County often gather here to comment on characters or discuss poetry.

The poetry meeting that Chu Youyi participated in today was held in this Jingu Garden.

"It's rare that the sun and the moon last long... Sister Zhao's finishing touch makes the whole poem new and extremely elegant."

"Sister Zhang's last sentence, 'The towers of Mount Li are turned into ashes,' reminds people of the prosperous scene of Afang back then. This is a good allusion."

"Jingxun, you..."

All the ladies from half of Zhongshan County gathered here to discuss poetry enthusiastically.

As the most talented woman in Zhongshan, Chu Youyi is undoubtedly the focus of everyone's attention.

A poem about the Beginning of Autumn aroused repeated discussions among the people, followed by overwhelming adulation.

This is not because of Chu Youyi's identity. After all, a daughter of Tinghou is not conspicuous here.

Just because Zhongshan County is a powerful county in Dingzhou, it was in Zhongshan County that Emperor Wu of the Northern Han Dynasty launched his army to fight against the Qin Dynasty.

One can imagine how many luxurious homes come after meritorious deeds.

Everyone was in such a posture because Chu Youyi's talent really impressed them.

Even the daughter of Governor Ma's family looked at Chu Youyi with a displeased face, but she couldn't steal her limelight.

Song Nanzhu sat next to her, but she was really bored because she didn't understand poetry at all.

"By the way, Youyi, please show these two poems written by your precious husband for everyone to see."

Song Nanzhu tugged on Chu Youyi's sleeves and spoke beside him.

She said before that those two poems were not good, and Chu Youyi was the boss. Now she wanted to see other people's reactions.

"Oh? Sister Youyi also brought her brother-in-law's poems?" One of Chu Youyi's best friends looked surprised.

Others also hurriedly made noises and asked Chu Youyi to take it out.

Chu Youyi was a little restrained, "After all, we are a women's poetry club, and my husband's poems are not suitable..."

However, everyone was unwilling and wanted to see it now.

Ma Lanhua, the daughter of Governor Ma, stepped forward and curled her lips.

"Is it possible that the husband of our most talented woman in Zhongshan is ignorant and illiterate, and he is afraid that everyone will read the joke?"

"If I had known this, why would Sister Chu be in such a hurry to fulfill the engagement and reject a great talent like my brother?"

Because of the bad relationship between Ma Taishou and Chu Pingshan, especially Chu Youyi's rejection of Ma Baoshan, Ma Lanhua was unhappy.

Who is this woman, worthy of rejecting her brother?

Even if Ma Baoshan bullied men and women, stayed in brothels at night, and became romantic, what would happen?

Which man doesn't do this?

Why is she, Chu Youyi, pretending to be aloof? What kind of background is he worthy of?

Hearing Ma Lanhua's provocation, Chu Youyi's face sank, "My husband is so talented that I can't tolerate your criticism!"

"Who do you think you are? You are ignorant and illiterate. You can just enjoy these words by yourself."

"As for my husband's talent, I didn't want to show it at first, but that's it for now. Let's take a look."

Chu Youyi walked aside and was planning to copy down the two poems. After all, she could memorize them.

And the reason why I didn't take out the original manuscript was just because... Shen Wuming's handwriting was really ugly.

However, Song Nanzhu took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and said, "Just show them the original manuscript."

Seeing that Song Nanzhu had already taken it out, other women gathered around, and Chu Youyi was helpless.

Then he put down the brush and thought it was a good idea, "Then let's read the original manuscript so that no one will gossip about it behind my back."

"Haha." Ma Lanhua naturally knew that Chu Youyi was talking about herself.

However, the two sides have already lost their skin, and there is no need to make any gestures now.

She put her head next to the manuscript paper, glanced at it, and immediately mocked, "That's the word..."

"It seems that what I just said is correct. It is indeed ignorant. This word... ha, ha ha."

The last few sneers made everyone show their faces in tacit understanding, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

The women closest to him couldn't help but laugh, but they silently finished reading the poem in their hearts, and the expressions on their faces gradually became frozen.

"This... this..." A talented woman opened her mouth, but found that she could not comment at all.

The writing style and word choice here have reached a classic level.

It's not a matter of good or bad, but it's a level that has been lifted to a point where it's not just clever but it's incompetent.

"What's this? It's full of vernacular, and it's sad and lonely in autumn since ancient times... How about writing a novel?"

"Why don't we start with the creation of the world by Pangu and the creation of humans by Nuwa... That's it..."

Malanhua's face was full of sarcasm, and when she saw that there were still many people around her who hadn't come over, she simply grabbed the manuscript paper in her hand.

"Let me read it for you... Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time... Haha... I say autumn is better than spring."

After reading the second sentence, Ma Lanhua's expression changed slightly, but she continued, "A crane in the clear sky..."

Before she finished reading the third sentence, Malanhua's face became heavy.

She is a fool and a fool, but if she can participate in this poetry meeting, her level is naturally not low.

It can also tell the quality of poetry.

But now that the matter has come to this, she can only read it all. "A crane flies up to the clouds in the clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky."

Malanhua kept talking, but she was thinking about where to start belittling her?

Although she saw that it was good, ordinary poems, no matter how good they were, could always find something to criticize.

She is looking.

But before she finished looking, there was an exclamation from beside her.

"Autumn beats spring, and a crane soars into the clouds! The artistic conception is broad-minded, the poetry is heroic, and the picture is three-dimensional... What a poem, what a poem."

Malanhua snorted disdainfully and looked up, but her expression instantly became respectful, "Master Cui, why are you here?"