Su Xinping ultimately did not go downstairs to expose Song Jimao, because someone else spoke for him.

"Isn't this the poem about spring waters?"

After Song Jimao finished reading, the hall became unusually quiet.

But this quietness was because they didn't know why Song Jimao would read someone else's poem at this time, especially since the poem was quite well-known in Jingzhou.

Is he trying to plagiarize?

The crowd began to whisper among themselves.

"Young Master Song, you wouldn't admit that you wrote this poem, would you?"

He thought the poet would suddenly come up with some brilliant words to slap him in the face, but the poem was indeed good, though it wasn't written by him, which delighted Chen Jiannan.

"Of course not."

Song Jimao glanced at him expressionlessly: "I heard that the author of this poem is a young master named Akun from Yongzhou. You and I are both scholars, so you must both know how good this poem is."

Therefore, I am very curious: compared to this poem about spring waters, you don't even have a single decent work. How dare you call yourself the number one talent in Yongzhou? If you ask me, Young Master Kun is the true number one talent in Yongzhou!

It has to be said that Song Jimo's unconventional way of confronting people was very effective, leaving Chen Jiannan completely stunned on the spot.

After a long pause, he said again, "This title was given by someone else, how could I control it? Besides, I have met Young Master Kun, and he wrote this poem in front of me, but do you know how long he prepared for writing this poem?"

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up their ears.

"He started preparing from the time he learned to read and write, and after half a lifetime of hard work, he only managed to write this one poem! This poem is good, but you can think about it: if you were asked to spend more than ten years writing just one poem, would yours be worse than his?"

This statement is very persuasive, after all, no one wants to be worse off than others.

So everyone nodded in agreement.

Especially since this legendary young master Ah Kun only has one poem about spring water that is known to the outside world, if he is truly talented, he must have other works circulating outside. So, after a little association, everyone believed Chen Jiannan's words.

"Therefore, the people of Yongzhou have discerning eyes; no one calls him the number one talent!"

Chen Jiannan said confidently.

"Brother Chen is right!"

"If that's really the case, then Ah Kun can't even be considered a talented scholar!"

“We scholars value the artistic conception when writing poetry and lyrics. Although the poem about spring water is good, it is just a pile of words accumulated over the years. No wonder I have tried for a long time but have not been able to write it!”

"Same here!"

Hearing everyone echoing Gao C's sentiments, Jing Zhe, sitting in the corner, knew it was time for the main character to make his appearance.

He wasn't angry at the people's belittling; on the contrary, he was very excited. This wasn't because he had masochistic tendencies, but because he had come up with a good way to sell alcohol.

When he was in trouble, there was always a group of simple-minded people who lent him a helping hand, which was very touching.

He patted Hanhan on the shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear. Hanhan understood, nodded, and ran out.

"Excuse me, I think I heard someone talking about me?"

"..."

...

In the private room on the second floor, Su Xinping wasn't interested in any of the "Spring Water Poems" and wanted to drag Qi Junguang out for some more fun and romance.

Qi Junguang said with some helplessness, "I appreciate the Prince of Jin's intentions, but I will not go to Fenfang Garden. If the Prince really wants to go, he may go by himself!"

That's exactly what I've been waiting to hear!

He was about to agree when he overheard Jing Zhe's words. He leaned over to the window, looked out, and sat down with a melancholy look in his eyes.

"The young master isn't going?"

Qi Junguang asked curiously.

"I'm not going. I want to hear how these scholars compose poetry!"

His eyes never left Jing Zhe, as if he were calculating something.

...

In a private room on the third floor, there were also two pairs of eyes looking down.

"It's been a few years since I last saw it. I didn't expect that Wuxian Garden has improved so much in terms of both scale and taste."

Qingyun Sect doesn't have a branch in Jingzhou, but Wuxian Pavilion has acquired properties here. Moreover, the owner of Wuxian Garden is an old acquaintance of Qingqiu, so she came here after separating from Jingzhe.

When I last came here, Wuxian Garden was only two stories high, and the backyard was very small, just a place to store miscellaneous items. It was incomparable to what it is now, so I was filled with emotion.

Sitting next to her was a young woman a few years older than her, slightly less attractive, but more mature. She wore a plain white dress, the style of which was similar to that of the waiter downstairs.

This woman is Wang Yingqiu, the mistress of Wuxian Garden and the eldest disciple of Wuxian Pavilion.

"It's just that we bought more land and changed the appearance. I'm already tired of it after staying here every day. On the other hand, Sister Qingqiu often travels around the martial arts world and sees many new and interesting things. I'm so envious of her!"

Wang Yingqiu's eyes were shining, and she didn't seem to be faking it.

Qingqiu smiled and came over to hold her hand: "Actually, after traveling a lot, the people and things you see are mostly the same, so there's nothing new about it anymore. Instead, you're thinking about how to hone your skills and seek the Dao."

"By the way, did you achieve any breakthroughs this time you came out?"

Qingqiu shook her head, then suddenly smiled and nodded.

"Actually, I met someone yesterday, and I gained some insights from him, but I'm still far from breaking through."

Then he blinked and looked at Wang Yingqiu, "That's why I came here, sister. If I could spar with you, I might be able to make a breakthrough!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yingqiu shook her head with a wry smile: "My dear sister, don't tease your older sister! Before I took over Wuxian Garden, I could exchange a few moves with you, but I've been neglecting my skills all these years, how could I dare to spar with you again?"

After saying that, he pointed downstairs and said, "But it's good that I don't practice swordsmanship anymore. Listening to these literati composing poems every day is quite a nice experience. It's just that I haven't heard any amazing poems in a long time. I miss them a bit!"

Seemingly remembering something, Wang Yingqiu came over, took Qingqiu's arm, and said with a smile, "Sister, why don't you come down with me? If those scholars see you, they might be inspired and compose a few brilliant poems!"

Qingqiu dodged Wang Yingqiu's hand and begged for mercy, "Sister, please don't tease me! You know I can't even smile when I see strangers. Those men are terrified of me. If I really go down there, they probably won't dare to write poems! It would be more effective for you to go down there yourself!"

"If I had your looks, I would definitely be in your shoes. These men may seem afraid of you on the surface, but they must secretly admire you greatly!"

No matter what Wang Yingqiu said, Qingqiu kept refusing to go with a smile.

She had been traveling the world for many years, but had never participated in any poetry gatherings; she didn't like them, or rather, she wasn't used to them.

As we were talking, we suddenly heard a lazy yet familiar voice coming from downstairs. We went to the window and looked down, and our eyes lit up.

"Sister, why don't we go down there for a bit? Perhaps exploring this unfamiliar place is a way to seek enlightenment!"

"..."

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