My system is three thousand years ahead of time.

"Oh? Are you so sure?"

Cheng Guang looked at the turtle slave in front of him, with a hint of meaningful luster in his eyes.

It actually came.

This Bai Shuxuan doesn't seem to be the kind of person that Jiang Taigong fishes for, and whoever wants to take the bait.

There was a slight frown on the turtle slave's stern-eyed face. He swallowed the dry saliva, pulled the corners of his stiff mouth and smiled:

"Whatever the prince said, how dare I deceive the prince?"

Cheng Guang tapped his fingers on the table, looking up and down at the turtle slave in front of him, without saying a word.

Under Cheng Guang's gaze, Turtle Slave was obviously under great pressure. Sweat was dripping from his body and his feet began to tremble.

Facing such a noble and noble figure as the Crown Prince, a small person like him was not even qualified to stand in front of the Crown Prince. At this time, being stared at so directly by the Crown Prince, he quickly became frightened.

A stiff smile appeared on Gui Nu's lips: "Your Majesty, if you don't want this poem, then I will leave. I don't dare to disturb Your Majesty."

Cheng Guang chuckled: "You've come, why are you leaving? Show me your poem."

The turtle slave breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and quickly stepped forward and respectfully placed the black scroll in his hand on the table.

"Your Majesty, you only need to copy the verses in this scroll onto rice paper and give it to Miss Bai to read, and you will pass the exam."

"Although this poem can help the prince pass the exam, whether he can become Miss Bai's guest in the end depends on the prince himself."

Cheng Guang nodded noncommittally, and was not in a hurry to open the scroll in his hand. He just picked up the black scroll, weighed it in his hand, and then asked:

"How much do you want this scroll to cost?"

The turtle slave wiped the sweat from the top of his head and laughed dryly.

"How dare you ask for the crown prince's money? Being able to help the crown prince is already a blessing for the villain."

Cheng Guang heard this and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Okay, get out."

He had no intention of giving money in the first place.

Gui Nu was stunned, and he didn't expect that the wealthy prince really had no intention of giving money, but he didn't dare to say more and left the seat as if he was running away.

Qiao Songshan on the side had already noticed this scene, his eyes widened as if in disbelief.

"Boss, do you believe what that turtle slave says? You will definitely be able to pass Bai Shuxuan's exam... This is too much to say."

Cheng Guang smiled indifferently and looked at the scroll in his hand, "I think there is nothing wrong with what the turtle slave said. Maybe it is true."

With that said, Cheng Guang handed the scroll in his hand to Qiao Songshan, "How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

Qiao Songshan quickly waved his hand and shook his head, "No, no, no, if this poem can really pass Bai Shuxuan's test, I will naturally let you, boss, use it."

"I'm afraid that the quality of this poem is not good. After all, what kind of good poem can a turtle slave have in his hands? If he takes it out, he will fail Miss Bai's test in the end, which will disgrace you, boss. I'm determined to pinch that turtle slave. die."

Qiao Songshan looked worried, and then urged Cheng Guang to open the scroll and take a look.

"Boss, please take a look at this scroll. I'll help you take a look."

Cheng Guang looked helpless, "Can you understand the quality of poetry?"

Qiao Songshan was stunned, his eyes widened, and he didn't react for a while. Then he just scratched his head in embarrassment.

Cheng Guang burst out laughing when he saw this, took apart the scroll and laid it flat on the table.

A four-line poem fell on the paper, with elegant handwriting and restrained brush strokes.

Qiao Songshan leaned his head over.

"Autumn is full and the sky is beautiful, and everyone is looking forward to the bright future."

"A thousand streams are white in clouds, and a clear river is washed by dew."

Qiao Songshan murmured the poem in a low voice. After reading it, he still looked confused. He could tell that it was a poem, but he really couldn't tell whether the poem was good or bad.

"Is this poem titled with the moon?"

"Why didn't I see the word "month"? "

Cheng Guang was not surprised. He looked at the poem carefully and replied casually: "With the moon as the title, the word "moon" does not necessarily appear in the poem. Looking at the bright moon means looking at the bright moon."

Qiao Songshan suddenly realized it, and lightly clasped his hands together in a tapping motion, "That's it."

"Boss, you are so smart."

Cheng Guang didn't pay attention to Qiao Songshan's modest praise, and just continued to look at the poem carefully.

It is said that words are like the person they are. The handwriting and handwriting of this poem were obviously not written by the turtle slave, but rather seemed to be written by a woman.

Was it written by Bai Shuxuan herself, or was it the maid beside her?

No matter what, this poem was definitely written by Bai Shuxuan.

Cheng Guang just glanced at the poem and felt that the poem was not bad. Although it was not as good as the eternal masterpieces in his mind, it could still be considered a masterpiece in this world.

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I can't tell that this Bai Shuxuan really has some literary talent.

Cheng Guang looked through it a few times and copied the poems on the scroll onto rice paper. He had not used the brush several times, and the words written with the brush could only be described as "readable".

After copying the poems, I put down the pen, thought about it, and then picked up the pen to write down a few poems from the past life in my mind.

Just at this moment, I heard a loud noise coming from downstairs.

"Girl, I've written it!"

Someone stood up, holding rice paper.

It was a scholar wearing a Confucian robe and a handsome face. He looked confident, as if his poems were excellent.

The maid in red heard the noise and smiled. She ordered the servant to bring the rice paper up. After a servant handed the rice paper to her, she turned around and walked towards the screen.

After a moment, she appeared again.

"Sir, your poem is not to Miss Bai's liking. Take a break and write another one?"

The scholar's face was slightly stiff. He stood there in a daze. He wanted to say something, but his voice was drowned in the crowd.

"Miss Red Maid, I've finished writing it too. Send my poem to Miss Bai."

"I've finished writing it too."

"My poem is really wonderful. You should not be able to compare with me. Bai Shuxuan is the best."

"Don't worry now. Send my poem first."

"..."

It seemed that this scholar was the beginning.

Many people stood up one after another, indicating that they had finished their poems.

For a while, the voices in the Jade Pavilion became chaotic.

Wen Qinghe downstairs also put down his pen at this time, looked at his newly written poem, smiled, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad, I think no one in the room can compare with my poem."

Wen Qinghe murmured to himself.

Several students around him also finished their poems one after another. After exchanging a few words with each other, they called the servants to send their poems to the red-clothed maid upstairs.

Those who were still concentrating on thinking about poems became more and more anxious.

You know, although Bai Shuxuan did not limit the time for writing poems, once the person of their choice was chosen and became her lover, even if they took out poems later, no matter how good they were, they would not have much effect.

At the elegant seat, Cheng Guang watched the movement of the audience for a while, and felt that he could take this opportunity to send the rice paper upstairs, called the servants beside the elegant seat, and sent the rice paper to the red-clothed maid.

The servant took the rice paper respectfully, and then quickly handed it to the red-clothed maid.

The maid in red saw the direction where the rice paper was sent, lowered her eyebrows and smiled gently at Cheng Guang, and then continued to collect the poems sent by others.

If there were only a few scattered poems sent, she could go back and forth a few more times to send the poems to Bai Shuxuan to read, but there were too many poems at once, so she planned to collect more poems and send them in at once for Bai Shuxuan to read.

After a while, the number of poems sent became less, and she stood up and walked behind the screen.

Everyone's eyes followed the maid in red closely, and finally gathered in the room where Bai Shuxuan was.

Those who were still struggling to conceive poems put down their ink pens for a while.

The poems sent in for Bai Shuxuan to read this time can be said to represent the highest level of poems present.

Many students from the academy sent in their own poems.

In this wave alone, there are probably quite a few people who can pass the test.

In this case, how could there not be one person who suits Bai Shuxuan's heart among so many people who passed the test?

It seems that Bai Shuxuan's lover will be born tonight.

Those who did not finish the poem put down their pens and ink in dejectedly, thinking that they had no chance.

Those who finished the poem and handed it to the red-dressed maid with most people all stared at the room in the center with their eyes full of expectation.

In the crowd, Wen Qinghe held a painted fan, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Bai Shuxuan's position with a faint smile.

He did not act as nervous as others, and the whole person was very relaxed.

Obviously, he felt that it was inevitable that he could pass Bai Shuxuan's test.

Once he passed Bai Shuxuan's test, and then relied on his appearance to become Bai Shuxuan's lover, wouldn't it be a piece of cake?

Wen Qinghe confidently believed that this matter was already stable.

Even if there were a lot of trash and mud around, he didn't think that Bai Shuxuan would miss such a dazzling pearl.

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