I'm Actually The Big Villain In The Book

Chapter 41: Mid-Autumn Festival and Fox Demon (Part 2)

There was silence in the house.

Although it is not the Mid-Autumn Festival poem that everyone expected, this topic is not difficult to write.

Of course, whether the writing is good or not is the business of the scholars. As for those sons and sisters, they just need to wait for the disciples to present poems.

If you do a good job, you will definitely be rewarded. If you don’t do it well, you will go back and have a meal, and if you do it badly, you will move your head.

It's that simple.

A group of literati and diners looked a little sleepy in front of them, but they also had a kind of lazy and charming willow poems. For a while, their writings and thoughts were springing up, and all kinds of praise words came to their minds, just waiting for them to arrange and combine.

Soon, one person became a poem.

I saw him leaning over and whispering a few words in his son's ear, he should be reciting the poem he just wrote, so that the master can get ahead.

But Mr. He, who runs a bank in that family, frowned, hesitated after listening to it, as if he couldn't memorize it.

After repeating this several times, he simply didn't bother to memorize it any longer. With a look over his shoulder, the doorman immediately comprehended and said loudly:

"Miss Liu Shi, my young master has written a poem and asked me to recite it for you to listen to."

"Thank you Mr. He, I'm listening."

Of course Yang Liushi would not expose it, and smiled at Mr. He, as if the poem was really written by him.

The doorman's voice resounded clearly in the house.

"There is no perfect beauty in a thousand years,"

"Pleasing to the eye is a beauty."

"The beauty of the country and the city,"

"Shocked to the world."

The five-character quatrains, a total of twenty characters, were quickly recited.

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

Stunning beauty for thousands of years, pleasing to the eye, beautiful woman, overwhelming country and city, amazing as Deva.

This poem is formed by adding one character to each of the four idioms, which can be regarded as ingenuity or opportunism.

More importantly, the second and fourth sentences end with the same character, which is strictly speaking not legal.

So overall it can only be regarded as the lower level.

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

That Mr. He's expression turned ugly in an instant, while the confidence of the others soared, and soon a second person stood up and offered a poem.

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

"Listen, slave."

"..."

One after another, a dozen or so poems were soon published.

Although the following poems are stronger than the first one, they can only be regarded as barely strong.

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

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

Because he was from the Liu family, everyone stopped talking when he stood up.

And Liu Zongliang didn't seem like others wanted to be polite first, and after shaking his sleeves smartly, he directly recited loudly:

"Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup,"

"The wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emerald greens."

"Who will cover the autumn fan with the cry?"

"The bright moon hangs in the sky waiting for the king."

"..."

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

After his yelling, the others also reacted, and there was a burst of applause.

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

The first two sentences use hibiscus, pearl, and emerald to refer to the appearance of a beauty. Although the thinking is plain, the writing is natural and unaffected.

And the last two sentences directly raise the level of the whole poem by several levels.

Who will cover the autumn fan with the cry, and hang the bright moon in the sky to wait for the king.

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

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

The poetry of the poet is extraordinary.

Hearing everyone's compliments, Liu Zongliang enjoyed it very much, and at the same time looked at Yang Liushi with a little satisfaction.

"Master Liu..."

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

There was commotion in the audience, but no one had any objections.

Although it is said that the text is not the first, it is said when the articles and poems are almost the same.

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

Liu Zongliang was also ecstatic when he heard the words, but soon he heard Yang Liushi continue to say:

"But I don't know which disciple in the house wrote this poem, I implore you to tell this servant..."

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 this 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 shameful...

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, it was written by this person."

"Oh?"

Yang Liushi turned her eyes to look, and her eyes were full of tenderness and spring: "I wonder if this young master's name is such a poetic talent?"

"The girl is ridiculous."

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

"Isn't the son willing to tell the slave family his name?" Yang Liushi's voice was sad.

"This……"

The young man took a look at Liu Zongliang, who had a livid face. After all, he still couldn't resist the temptation of the beauty, and replied with a bit of arrogance, "My name is Qin Yu, and I'm from Su Wu!"

"Wow!"

Everyone was in an uproar instantly.

Who is Su Wu? Holy poet!

So this plain-looking young man in front of him is actually a saint of poetry?

No wonder there is such a poetic talent!

Amidst the commotion, Yang Liushi showed a hint of surprise for the first time, and the eyes she looked at Qin Yu seemed to soften a bit.

But Liu Zongliang felt bad, fearing that Yang Liushi would change his mind and sleep with Qin Yu if this continued, so he hurriedly asked loudly:

"But there are still poems to show?"

"..."

The uproar stopped and no one spoke.

Although there are still half of the people who have not recited poems, everyone knows that since there are jewels and jades in front of them, presenting poems now is undoubtedly a real "disgrace".

"Okay, since there is no..."

Liu Zongliang couldn't wait for a long time, and after waiting for a while, he was ready to announce the end of the tea round on his behalf.

But at this moment, Wei Changtian, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

"Why are you rushing to reincarnate?"

"you!"

Liu Zongliang looked over angrily. If he didn't know that he couldn't beat Wei Changtian, he would have rushed over and tried his best.

He stared and did not speak, others did not dare to get involved in the grievances of the Liu and Wei families, at this moment only Yang Liushi could come out to smooth things over.

"Young Master Wei, do you have any poems?"

"yes."

"But I haven't seen you bring your doormen over..."

Yang Liushi glanced at Wang Er, who was obviously a warrior, and asked with a smile: "Then this poem must have been written by the young master himself?"

"yes."

Wei Changtian cherishes words like gold, and Liu Zongliang finally found the opportunity, and quickly opened his mouth to mock: "Hahahaha, today I know what is the bottom of the well..."

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

"..."

Like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, Liu Zongliang's face turned red for a moment, but he didn't dare to speak again after all.

Wei Changtian ignored him, and slowly stood up after scanning the people in the room.

Picking up the jug and drinking a big gulp of wine, looking straight at Yang Liushi.

"Listen, this is called poetry."

Beauties, enemies, onlookers...

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

Li Taibai! Anyway, so many people have used your poems, I will also borrow them today!

"Gudu~Gudu~"

A sip of wine, a line of poetry.

Four sips of wine into the throat, the poem is completed.

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

In addition, you can hear the needles falling on and off the stage.

Everyone stared at Wei Changtian dumbfounded, their minds were empty, only the twenty-eight characters that were enough to make Yang Liushi famous all over the world.

"Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiangrong,"

"The spring breeze blows the threshold Revlon."

"If it weren't for Qunyu Mountain to see you,"

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

"Plop!"

A figure staggered and sat on the ground, it was the poet sage, Qin Yu.

He murmured these four poems several times in disbelief, and finally concluded one sentence.

"I can't do it..."

(end of this chapter)