Chapter 101: Face-slapping moment, the heroine starts pretending to be 13

[Silver, this is all pure silver! ! ! ]

Chen Wan, who witnessed all this, started to complain wildly in her heart, but when she realized that she had missed such a big business opportunity because she couldn't speak, she was instantly heartbroken, and Chen Yaoxing almost couldn't hold it back on the spot.

What eats shit?

Win all the pants?

Little sister, could you please be a little more restrained when you speak and not be more bold than him?

Fortunately, she can't speak now, otherwise, outsiders would not know how to laugh at the Duke's Mansion.

Also, little sister, why do you never forget to make money in any occasion? You really are a little money-grubber.

On the other side, Xiao Jinmian looked at the woman in front of the stage with disdain, sneered, and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Qingyi, what on earth do you think Su Haitang is thinking? Didn't he learn his lesson from the last time he embarrassed himself? Why is he embarrassing himself again?"

Hearing this, Shen Qingyi's heart tightened even more. Silly princess, the Su Haitang now is not the same Su Haitang from two years ago.

She can really compose poetry that dazzles everyone's eyes.

But she couldn't say it. Even if she did, no one would believe it. Didn't she see that after Su Haitang stood up by herself, the whole audience burst into laughter?

"I don't know either. However, I think it's better not to jump to conclusions too soon. Let's wait and see."

Don't jump to conclusions too soon?

Xiao Jue's eyes moved slightly, and then a smile with ambiguous meaning quickly crossed the corner of his lips.

"Excuse me, young lady, what is your name?"

On the stage, the chief priest looked at Su Haitang in surprise, and the unpleasant memory from two years ago slowly emerged in his mind.

Hearing the discussions around him, he felt a little embarrassed, but he was also worried that he had misheard or recognized the wrong person, so he asked cautiously.

That famous idiot in the Taiwei Mansion lost face so badly two years ago that he shouldn't come here to humiliate himself again.

Su Haitang turned her gaze away from the people mocking her and looked at the old man with gray hair and beard in front of her.

"My daughter, Su Haitang."

Boom!!!

The pupils of the Lord Chief Priest constricted, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his face instantly darkened.

He was right about the person. This little girl was the uneducated and useless girl from the Taiwei Mansion.

Could it be that this woman came up here to tease him?

The chief priest was about to scold them for being naughty, but he quickly changed his mind and thought, what was there for him to be angry about?

This girl doesn't mind being embarrassed, so just let her contribute. It won't embarrass him anyway, so why should he worry about it?

That’s all!

In the blink of an eye, the chief priest put on a smiling face and pushed the pen and ink in front of Su Haitang. This action aroused the dissatisfaction of the four great scholars who had long heard of Su Haitang's bad reputation.

But the great scholars didn't say anything, they just had gloomy faces and very unpleasant expressions.

"Since you are so interested, please feel free to create. It will also broaden our horizons."

"Thank you very much."

Su Haitang, who was a shrewd person, naturally took in the expressions of the chief priest and the others, and soon realized that most of them looked down on her.

But she didn't say much. After thanking them, she picked up the bamboo pen and planned to use her actions to remove the label of straw bag and waste from herself and slap all of them in the face.

As soon as she picked up the pen, the mocking voices in the room stopped instantly, and countless pairs of eyes looked at her passionately.

Noticing those gazes, Su Haitang sneered and felt very proud.

[Yo, it's started, it's started, the heroine starts pretending to be stupid. ]

[This is just a gesture of holding a pen, and yet she has captivated so many people present. The heroine's aura is truly well deserved.]

Next up is the breathtakingly powerful poem. I can't believe how enthusiastically everyone present will be when those two poems are finished.

[I don't know if anyone among so many people here can resist the heroine's aura and not be fascinated by her.]

[There should be some. Lu Jinghuai is definitely one of them. I don’t know about the others.]

Chen Yaoxing: “…”

Humph, there’s him, there’s him too, he definitely won’t be charmed by it.

Even if he was fascinated, it was because of those two poems. However, he had already memorized those two poems by heart, and now the influence they had on him was almost zero.

'Swish, swish, swish...'

Su Haitang holds the pen in her delicate hands and writes with great enthusiasm. Her posture is graceful yet gentle, so beautiful that it is fascinating.

Each beautiful little character jumped out of the paper, as strong as iron painting and as charming as silver hook. The chief priest was envious and changed his opinion of her instantly.

It's surprising that this stupid girl has such a good calligraphy.

The poem gradually took shape, and the tears in the eyes of the Lord Jijiu caused by the words instantly turned into shock. Several people opened their eyes wide, with shocked expressions on their faces.

How could this woman write such a poem?

I can't believe it.

Fortunately, he did not stop the girl from presenting her poem, otherwise, we would not have seen such a wonderful poem. At this moment, the chief priest and several great scholars were very grateful.

Seeing their expressions, Chen Yaoxing and Shen Qingyi knew that it must be those two poems. Only those two poems could shock the chief priest and several great scholars to such an extent.

The rest of the people who didn't know what was going on were getting nervous and waiting anxiously.

Could it be that Su Haitang can really write poetry?

"Qingyi, why do I feel that the Master of the Imperial Court's expression is not right? No way, Su Haitang can't really write poetry, right?"

Moreover, it has to be done very, very unusually to be worthy of the Lord Chief Priest showing such an expression.

I still remember the poem "River and Mountain Fu" written by my cousin who won the first place in the Talented Woman category, but it did not make the Chief Priest feel this way.

Xiao Jinmian bit her lip and suddenly began to feel uneasy.

On the stage, after Su Haitang finished writing the last word, he casually placed the bamboo pen on the pen holder.

The four great scholars beside him couldn't wait any longer.

Looking at the words on the rice paper, the old man's face was full of amazement.

'The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color.'

"Wait till autumn arrives on September 8th, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die; the fragrance will permeate Chang'an, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor."

"What a great poem! In all my life, this is the first time I've seen such a powerful poem. I can hardly believe it was written by a woman."

Several great scholars were discussing the poems excitedly, completely ignoring the people in the audience.

Because their voices were not loud, the rest of the people in the room could not hear the specific content of the poem clearly, but could only see their excited expressions.

As a result, everyone became even more curious and stretched their necks as far as possible.

Chen Wan was a little sleepy and yawned lazily, but she still forced herself to stay awake and watch, intending to go to bed after watching this follow-up.

It is rare for the inner voice to quiet down.

"Miss Su, I want to ask, are these two poems really written by you?"

The chief priest looked at the little girl in front of him, his eyes eager but also a little cautious.

Hearing this, Su Haitang frowned and felt inexplicably guilty, but then she thought that no one except her knew the real author of these two poems.

Even if there really is a book-traveling person like her, in order to avoid revealing her identity, she would definitely not be exposed in such an occasion.