Chapter 80 I'd rather believe that the rooster will lay eggs

The appreciation of Jiang Zitang's two poems lasted for two quarters of an hour and ended with the praise of the chief priest and four great scholars.

Next, the young men and ladies came up one after another to present poems.

The poems of many noble ladies were worse and funnier than each other. In comparison, Jiang Zitang had indeed reached a height that they could never reach, and she deserved the title of the number one talented woman.

But in the young master's camp, there are many magnificent and stunning works.

Yun Wanning shook her head after hearing this.

[Tsk, the level of poetry of the gentlemen is generally higher than that of the ladies. ]

[This is definitely related to the fact that the Dawu Kingdom is a society where men are superior to women and value boys over girls, which has led to different levels of education for men and women and the lack of open-mindedness of women.]

The Dawu Kingdom is an ancient country, and the bad habits of suppressing women in ancient times were a common phenomenon.

Although there were women's colleges, most of what they learned were about women's virtues, women's speech, women's appearance, women's skills, etc., which were oppressive to women's moral standards and cultivation norms.

Plus some social etiquette and manners.

In this situation, women will definitely suffer.

Yun Wanye: “???”

He admitted that Dawu Kingdom was a place where men were superior to women and women were valued more than boys, but is there any place in the world where men were not superior to women? My little sister said this as if there was no such situation in her previous life.

Time passed little by little as the young men and ladies presented poems, and the atmosphere in the venue gradually calmed down from being high and intense.

The chief priest and four great scholars, with smiling faces, selected some poems from a pile and sorted them out. They looked at them again and again, nodding their heads in praise.

It can be seen that today's harvest was quite fruitful, and there were many poems that really pleased them.

"Everyone, today, under the guidance of Miss Jiang, many excellent works have emerged. It can be seen that the literature of our Great Wu Kingdom is thriving, and there are many outstanding talents and people who can govern the world."

"This is a sign of a prosperous country and a strong people. It is a great joyous event. I am very pleased and happy for the emperor."

"Next, are there any other young talents willing to come up and present their works for everyone to appreciate and broaden their horizons?"

The Lord Chief Priest stood straight with his back, stroked his gray beard, and looked at the vigorous and youthful young men and ladies around him with a smile.

Those who have some talent have basically shown off.

The rest are either like Xie Xuanyong, who has always been low-key and does not care about fame, or like Zhu Yongcheng, who is illiterate and has the will but not the ability.

The former doesn't like to be in the limelight, so naturally he won't go on stage. As for the latter, it will inevitably be embarrassing if he goes on stage, so naturally no one is willing to do so.

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly turned cold.

People in the crowd looked at each other, pushed each other, but no one stepped forward.

Yun Wanyao's eyes were fixed on Su Qianxue, and she felt extremely anxious.

Is this heroine going to go up or not? No accidents will happen, right?

If you want to go, go. If you don’t want to go, leave as soon as possible. Can you please stop torturing her like this?

"Miss Yun seems very anxious. Can you please tell me what you are anxious about?"

Suddenly, a slow, low and dim voice sounded in her ears. Yun Wanyao turned around subconsciously and saw the handsome and majestic emperor looking at her with dark eyes and an unclear expression.

She was slightly stunned and her heart suddenly became nervous.

"No, no, there's no rush..."

"Yeah?"

Mo Yuanlin's eyes dimmed a little, he smiled faintly and looked away.

On the other side, Su Qianxue raised the corners of her lips and looked at the main stage, a gleam of light flashed across her eyes.

Very good, finally no one is going to perform, so now it is her turn. She will be the finale to bring this poetry reading to a successful conclusion.

"Master Jijiu, it's getting late. Since no one is willing to come up and offer their works, why don't we just declare it over and let those little guys figure it out for themselves? Anyway, we have gained a lot today."

"Also, I'm in a hurry to recruit a disciple. Let me make it clear first, I have a crush on that boy Li Yuxi, and you guys are not allowed to compete with me for him."

The oldest scholar was anxious to recruit disciples, and when he saw that no one else wanted to come on stage, he could not help but urge the chief priest to end the banquet.

Hearing his words, the remaining three great scholars all glared at him with dissatisfaction on their faces.

"This kid is eloquent, has great talent, and has a lot of insights into how to govern the people. He is a rare talent."

"If you train him well, he will surely become a key official of the imperial court and a leader of the literary world of our Great Wu Nation. Old Yu, it's not appropriate for you to snatch him away like this, right?"

The old man surnamed Yu smiled slightly, "What's inappropriate about that? I am the most famous among the old guys. Even if you fight for it, you may not be able to beat me. Otherwise, let's go to see that kid together and see who he will choose to be his disciple."

Others: “…”

Seeing that several of the most famous scholars in the country were arguing over disciples, the Lord Chief Priest was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Just as he was about to fulfill their wish and announce the end of the banquet, he saw a light, agile and extremely beautiful white figure approaching.

'hiss!'

That figure instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the sound of people gasping in shock was heard again in the venue.

"Master Jijiu, I am not talented, but after hearing so many talented people's masterpieces, I also want to dare to come up and show my ugliness. I hope Master Jijiu will give me a chance."

As soon as these words were spoken, the place suddenly became agitated and everyone was dumbfounded and shocked.

"Wait, are my ears broken? I heard that the famous idiot was going to write a poem. Is she going to mess things up?"

"Tsk, I've never seen anything like this before. The eldest daughter of the Su family, who is famous for her stupidity in Gaojing, is actually going to write a poem. Is it because of the confidence she gained from her outfit today? Could it be that she thinks that she can write poems just because she looks good?"

"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Su Qianxue, that idiot, actually went up there to write a poem. Hahaha, no no, I have to go check later to see if someone's sow has climbed up a tree."

"She must have forgotten that she made a fool of herself at the winter banquet two years ago. It was a real fool of herself. She said she would compete with the talented Jiang in playing the piano, but she ended up playing a bunch of shit. Yet she was still very proud of herself and thought she played very well."

"That's right. It's only been two years. How come Su Qianxue has forgotten the pain and embarrassed herself again? I want to see what she can come up with. It shouldn't be scarier than the sound she played during the previous piano duel."

"Hahaha, I would rather believe that a rooster can lay eggs than believe that Su Qianxue can write poetry..."

“…”

After a moment, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and all kinds of taunts rang out one after another.

Su Qianxue turned around, her eyes gloomily sweeping over everyone present, and she sneered in disdain in her heart.

Oh, laugh all you can, these guys, the harder they laugh now, the harder she will slap them in the face later.

[Alas, these young men and ladies are really something. After all, they are young and not calm at all when faced with things. ]

[It's too early to mock the heroine now. Won't you get slapped in the face later? ]

[Luckily, the heroine was anxious to show off herself, so she didn't come up to make a bet with them. If she had bet that if she could write a poem, she would let those who looked down on her eat shit, then I guess none of them would have escaped.]

[Even if you're not so ruthless, you can still make a fortune simply by betting. ]

[Oh my god, how could I miss such a great business opportunity? What a pity! If I could talk, I would set up a stall and place bets right now. I would definitely win the pants of all the gentlemen and ladies present today.]

[Ahhhh, why did you let me witness such a huge business opportunity, but watch it disappear before my eyes? God, you are so cruel to me, don’t you know? ]

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

Yun Wanning, 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 Yun Wanye almost couldn't hold it in on the spot.

What do you mean by eating shit? What do you mean by winning all the pants?

Little sister, can you be a little more restrained when speaking, and not be more bold than him? Fortunately, she can't speak now, otherwise, outsiders don't know how to laugh at the Ningguo Mansion.

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

On the other side, Mo Zhaozhao looked at the woman in front of the stage with disdain, sneered, and made a mocking sound.

"Ayao, what do you think Su Qianxue is thinking? Didn't she learn her lesson from the last time she embarrassed herself? Why did she embarrass herself again?"

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Hearing this, Yun Wanyao's heart tightened even more. Silly princess, this Su Qianxue is not the same Su Qianxue 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 you see that when Su Qianxue stood up on her own, the whole audience burst into laughter? "I don't know either. However, I think it's better not to jump to conclusions too early. Let's wait and see."

Don't judge too soon?

Mo Yuanlin's eyes moved slightly, and then a smile with ambiguous meaning flashed across the corner of his lips.

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

On the stage, the chief priest looked at Su Qianxue 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 worried that he had heard the wrong words or recognized the wrong person, so he asked carefully.

That famous idiot in the Taiwei Mansion lost face so badly two years ago. He should not come to this place to humiliate himself again.

Su Qianxue shifted her gaze away from the people who were mocking her and looked at the old man with gray hair and beard in front of her.

"My little girl, Su Qianxue."

Boom!!! The pupils of the Master of the Imperial Sacrifice shrank as if he had been struck by lightning, and his face instantly darkened.

He really did not recognize the wrong person. This little girl was the ignorant and useless girl in the Taiwei Mansion.

Did this woman come up here to tease him? The chief priest was about to scold her for making trouble, but he quickly changed his mind and thought, what is there for him to be angry about?

This girl is not ashamed, so just let her perform. It won't embarrass him anyway, so why should he worry about it?

That’s all!

In the blink of an eye, the Lord Chief Priest put on a smiling face and pushed the pen and ink in front of Su Qianxue. This action aroused dissatisfaction among the four scholars who had long heard of Su Qianxue's bad reputation.

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

"Since you are interested, please feel free to create, so that we can broaden our horizons."

"Thank you very much."

Su Qianxue, who was a shrewd person, naturally took in the expressions of the Lord Chief 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 actions to remove the label of straw bag and waste from herself, slap all of them in the face, and make the Yun family regret it.

In modern times, in order to attract traffic, ancient style anchors are also very competitive.

She has learned music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, various ancient musical instruments and dances, some handicrafts, etc.

In order to attract more fans in front of the camera, she specially practiced the posture of holding a pen and writing. It can be said without blushing that regardless of the beauty or ugliness of her handwriting, her posture is absolutely beautiful.

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

Sensing those gazes, Su Qianxue sneered, feeling very proud in her heart. As expected, hard work pays off, and there are no skills learned in vain in this world.

[Oh, it’s started, the heroine is pretending to be a 13. ]

[This is just a gesture of holding a pen, but it has mesmerized so many people present. The heroine's aura is really not to be underestimated. ]

[Next, it is the poem that swallows the world. I can't imagine how enthusiastic the people present will be after the two poems are written.]

[I don't know if there is anyone among so many people present who can resist the aura of the heroine and not be fascinated by her. ]

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

Yun Wanye: “…”

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

Even if he was fascinated by them, 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 Qianxue held the pen in her jade hand and wrote with great enthusiasm. Her posture was graceful yet gentle, so beautiful that it was mesmerizing.

Each beautiful little character jumped out of the paper, as strong as iron strokes and as charming as silver hooks. The chief priest was so jealous that he 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 that the Lord Jijiu felt in his eyes due to the words instantly turned into shock. Several people opened their eyes wide with shocked expressions.

This woman, how could she write such a poem? I couldn'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, Yun Wanye and Yun Wanyao knew that it must be those two poems. Only those two poems could shock the Lord 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 Qianxue can really write poetry? "Ayao, why do I feel that the expression on Lord Jijiu's face is not right? No way, Su Qianxue can't really write poetry, right?"

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

I still remember the poem "River and Mountain Fu" written by my cousin, who won the first prize for talented woman, but it did not make Lord Jijiu so upset.

Mo Zhaozhao bit his lip and suddenly began to feel uneasy.

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