My system is three thousand years ahead of time.

Inside the Jade Pavilion.

Everyone's eyes have fallen on Cheng Guang.

Wen Qinghe's face was stiff, stagnant in place, not knowing what to do.

He was afraid of offending Cheng Guang again and being beaten up. When everyone was expecting Cheng Guang to respond, he shrank his head and did not dare to participate in the matter.

He was the cause of this incident. If it hadn't been for him asking the maid Hongzhu who the author of the poem was, he would not have pushed the prince to such a place of public criticism.

If the prince really wants to pursue the case, he will definitely not get any good results.

Wen Qinghe was really afraid that the prince would be angry and take his anger out on him, so he simply followed his heart and found a corner to hide.

However, his eyes were looking at Cheng Guang curiously like everyone else.

I wonder how Cheng Guang will respond.

Obviously, in Wen Qinghe's opinion, this poem could not be written by the prince, and he did not know where he bought it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the prince wanted to buy another poem of the same level and get by, which was as difficult as going to heaven.

The crown prince currently has only two options, either to decisively give up Bai Shuxuan as the courtesan and retire sadly.

Or just admit it shamelessly, enter the oiran's room with peace of mind, and enjoy the pleasure of having sex under the gaze of everyone gnashing their teeth.

However, if this happens, the romantic incident will definitely spread throughout Kyoto the next day, and the prince's reputation will be ruined.

Wen Qinghe could already imagine how much headache the prince had now. If the prince had a headache, there was a high probability that he, the triggerman, would not have an easy end.

If things continue to develop like this, the situation may get out of hand.

Immediately, Wen Qinghe decided to help the prince to restore his image in the prince's mind.

Thinking of this, Wen Qinghe spoke loudly in the crowd: "I believe this poem was written by the Crown Prince. Miss Bai, since you also believe that this poem was written by the Crown Prince, why bother asking the Crown Prince to compose a new poem to prove himself? ”

As soon as Wen Qinghe said this, he attracted the attention of many people.

They did not expect that Wen Qinghe would turn into a loser so quickly and decisively switch sides.

When Bai Shuxuan heard Wen Qinghe's words, he was obviously stunned, and then he pretended to be gentle and spoke.

"Whatever this young master said, with his status as the prince, there is no need to explain his actions to others, and there is no need to prove it to anyone."

"It's just that Young Master Wen just didn't believe that no one here could compose the poems that the Crown Prince presented. I just said this to convince everyone of the Crown Prince."

"Of course, all this depends on the prince. If he doesn't want to write another poem, the little girl will naturally have nothing to say."

After Bai Shuxuan finished speaking, he remained silent.

But Wen Qinghe had cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He wanted to scold his mother. He originally wanted to speak for the prince, but why did the target suddenly fall on him again.

Wen Qinghe didn't know what to say, so he shrank his head silently and retreated into the crowd.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly, and their eyes fell on Cheng Guang who was sitting in the balcony on the top floor.

There was a smile on Cheng Guang's lips, but there was more interest in his eyes. He stood up, stroking his palms and said, "Okay, don't you just want me to write another poem to prove whether this poem was written by me?"

As soon as Cheng Guang said this, many people downstairs became frightened.

"Where is the prince? How dare we doubt the prince?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, since you came up with this poem, it was written by you."

"No need to prove, no need to prove, how can we deserve it!"

The most they dare to do is whisper verbally. If the prince really wants to be more serious, none of them here will end well.

Looking at the accordion on the top floor, the noble figure had a faint smile on his face, with no expression of joy, anger or sorrow. Everyone present felt their hearts beat slightly, and an unspeakable chill spread from the soles of their feet.

This nobleman stood at the top of the Zhou Dynasty's power. He was just an oiran. If he wanted to, he could just grab it.

Now that I have written a fake poem and competed with them, I have already given them face.

After thinking about this, many people couldn't help but shrink their heads, lowered their heads, and pretended to read, fearing that the prince who was riding a tiger at this time would find them displeased and cause trouble for them.

Cheng Guang's long hair fell down, and his eyes did not change at all.

He stood on the railing on the top floor and spoke slowly.

"However, you are right about one thing. This poem was indeed not written by me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes focused on him again.

Including the maid in red, and the always elegant and dignified Bai Shuxuan behind the screen.

The reaction of the maid in red was okay, but her smile was just a little stiffer. On the other hand, Bai Shuxuan, who was behind the screen, paused slightly and stood up in disbelief.

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It seemed that the next moment, he would rush out from behind the screen.

Bai Shuxuan was completely stunned. She couldn't understand why Cheng Guang would directly admit that the poem was not written by him. ?

Don't care about face?

Or should I say...

Already given up on her?

Doesn't the prince not want her? ?

Bai Shuxuan couldn't understand, and at the same time he felt regretful.

Did her plan go too far and put Cheng Guang in a difficult position, so he decisively gave up on her and planned to leave?

She was planning to raise fish, but she didn't plan to kill them.

Bai Shuxuan was anxious, and her beautiful eyes, which were always calm, were extremely flustered.

Not only was Bai Shuxuan flustered at this time, but Wen Qinghe in the crowd was also a little flustered. The prince actually admitted it. This was not like his style.

When did the prince ever bow his head to others?

For a moment, Wen Qinghe had a bad premonition, but now there was no way to leave directly, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to look at Cheng Guang.

At this moment, under the attention of thousands of people in the venue, Cheng Guang stood at the railing, with his hands behind his back, his brocade robe fluttering, and smiled.

"After all, the poem is too rubbish. If I wrote it, I'm afraid I can't help but find a stone to kill myself."

As soon as these words came out, the originally quiet Jade Pavilion became even quieter.

The air was completely frozen.

Many people stared at Cheng Guang with their eyes slightly wide open, and couldn't say a word.

This poem is too rubbish? ?

This is a poem that even masters and great scholars may not be able to write.

Such a good piece of work, you actually called it rubbish? ? ?

Even though Cheng Guang was the prince, his words still made everyone's eyes reveal incredible expressions. They looked at Cheng Guang one by one, and in addition to respect, there were many inexplicable meanings.

Either they thought Cheng Guang was bragging.

Or they thought Cheng Guang was forcibly belittling the poem he just took out to elevate his talent and slap his face to pretend to be fat.

Although the people off the stage did not dare to discuss it loudly, from their eyes and expressions, it can be seen that they did not believe what Cheng Guang said.

If the poem just now was rubbish, there would not be many good poems in this world.

Especially some students in the academy, their eyes were wide open, and they were so angry when they heard Cheng Guang's words that their foreheads turned red.

Because the rubbish poems in Cheng Guang's mouth were poems that they might not be able to write in their lifetime.

The poems they may not be able to write in their lifetime have become garbage in Cheng Guang's mouth...

This is too insulting.

In the central room of the Jade Pavilion.

Bai Shuxuan was surprised to hear Cheng Guang's words.

I didn't expect Cheng Guang to evaluate her poems in this way. She felt a little more contempt in her heart, but her face remained calm.

"Prince, you are talented, so you will naturally discard the poems that you are not satisfied with. No matter what, today I will only choose you. How about you read with me at night and discuss the way of poetry?"

Behind the screen, Bai Shuxuan spoke softly, her tassel dress clung to her body, swaying slightly due to the breeze, and her demeanor was quite delicate and charming.

It was obvious that she was trying to please Cheng Guang.

She was really afraid that Cheng Guang would break the jar and leave directly without caring about her, the courtesan.

If that was the case, what was the meaning of her previous layout?

Bai Shuxuan wanted to end the show, and everyone in the audience also wanted to end it, and they quickly echoed.

However, Cheng Guang did not react much to the echoes of the crowd.

Bai Shuxuan had set up a good game, just to make me lose face in front of everyone, to raise her own value, and to expose my embarrassment of not having much talent and having to pretend.

At this time, she was afraid that I would leave directly, so she took the initiative to please and save it.

Otherwise, I am afraid that she would not say this until the end.

Cheng Guang's thoughts were surging in his heart, but he did not continue to speak, and he did not want to bother with these people.

At this time, Qiao Songshan on the side could not sit still. These people actually said this about their boss!

He just sat next to him and saw that in addition to the poem Wang Liming, the boss also wrote many poems!

Even if he could not understand whether the poems were good or bad, he thought that the poems written by his boss were all very good.

Qiao Songshan immediately stood up and said in a fierce voice: "My boss has written many poems!"

"Don't be blind, the poem just now is nothing!"

"I will read the poems written by my boss to you guys!"

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