The Number One Catcher In The Capital, You Call This A Dog Leg?

But before Sun Xuezheng had time to think about it, he took out another piece of paper and carefully copied the inscription on the poem.

Then he put the original poems in his sleeves as if they were treasures.

Generally, the handwritten manuscripts of such handed down works are the most meaningful for collection.

Shutong looked at Sun Xuezheng's operation and couldn't help being a little dumbfounded: "My lord, what is this?"

Sun Xuezheng glared at him immediately: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask! Take out these poems and circulate them to many talented scholars to communicate with each other."

The book boy didn't dare to ask any more questions, and immediately went out with the tray.

Not long after, there were voices of discussion among many talents.

"How is the poem "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival" so exquisite!? The beautiful woman has met for a thousand years, and the words are really the finishing touch!"

"Isn't this a new work written by brother Shen?"

"Look at the signature!"

"Xu Qing?"

"Who of you know this brother?"

"do not know……"

"How come Wang has never heard of who Xu Qing is in Yongzhou for many years?"

in a small pavilion

A man held a manuscript that was transcribed by his subordinates, "Brother Shen, I am afraid that your reputation as the number one talent in Yongzhou should be given to you..."

Shen Xubai, who was dressed in a white scholar's robe, looked at the poems in his hand and shook his head: "The reputation of the number one talented person below was all boasted by everyone back then, so it can't be taken seriously. However, this talented person named Xu Qing can actually write in such a short speech." For such a handed down poem within a short period of time, the title of the number one talented scholar in Yongzhou is well-deserved! I just don’t know who this brother Xu is, otherwise Shen must pay a good visit to him!”

above a loft

The virtuous king also held a piece of "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival" that had been copied out countless times. After reading it, he said: "Good words!"

Then someone looked at Xiao Ye who was standing beside him, and suddenly said out of anger: "The other people can make such masterpieces at a young age, but you don't know anything about poetry and poetry, and you were born for your father." What's the use?!"

Xiao Ye stood there innocently and said: "Father, the child born to my concubine..."

The Xian King looked at Xiao Ye and snorted coldly: "If there is no father, how can you rely on your mother and concubine alone...cough cough, father will not discuss this issue with you!"

Xiao Ye rolled his eyes inadvertently and said: "Father, although my son doesn't read much, don't lie to me. The poem you just read, my son didn't realize at all that it is worthy of the word "handed down". Confused."

Xian Wang glared at him and said: "This king is not your master, if you have something you don't know, you should ask your master, why do you ask this king?!"

Xiao Ye knew that his father was all focused on military books back then, and he only read the Four Books and Five Classics briefly and never touched it again. It may be said that his father's literary background is not as good as his...

Let's take writing poems as an example. I haven't written any of them. My dear father has written one, but what is it?

One piece after another...

Two slices, three slices, four, five slices...

Five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces...

Then I won't write any more... I wrote it on a whim two years ago, and now I still have the last sentence left blank...

Just this level?

Can he appreciate poems that he can't appreciate?

It was nothing more than the applause from many people outside, so my father and king naturally followed suit...

But he can't say it out, as soon as he says it out, he will return the rebellious son of his dear father one after another...

Maybe I have to be carried out...

The Xian King sighed and said: "Oh, if you have half of Xu Qing's talent, I will be satisfied, let's go on..."

Hearing that he could go out, Xiao Ye left the pavilion with amnesty, and when he went outside, he suddenly noticed something was wrong...

Xu Qing? !

Didn't he say he was not interested in poetry? !

He... He is not interested in making such a highly sought-after poem? !

He is lying to himself!

He actually lied to himself!

I clearly believed in him so much...

At this moment, Xiao Ye deeply felt the hypocrisy of this world...

over another attic

"Look at this poem, I asked Xiao Cui to go down and transcribe it."

A woman carefully spread out a piece of paper in her hand on the table as if it was a treasure, and protected the paper with both hands, for fear that it would be snatched away.

According to the personal servant girl, it is not easy to transcribe this poem!

"Is it the "Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival" that has been raging outside?"

"Exactly that one!"

"Let me see!"

A woman beside Su Qian pulled Su Qian and said, "Su Little Sister, let's go and read that poem too, you don't know, those talented people outside have spread this poem like crazy!"

Su Qian shook her head and said, "I won't join in the fun anymore, sister go."

She was still worried about whether Xu Qing would be punished for not being able to write poems. How could she have the heart to read any poems?