Chapter 100: How cruel the ridicule is, how cruel the slap in the face is
Amid the praises of the four great scholars, princes and noble ladies came forward one after another to present poems.
It’s just that the poems presented always lack a bit of excitement and are rather mediocre.
It's quite remarkable that the ladies could produce poems of this level. After all, their education levels varied. Although there were women's academies, most of the content they learned was about the Three Obediences and Four Virtues.
Plus some social etiquette and manners.
In this case, women will definitely suffer.
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, picked out some poems from a pile and sorted them out. They looked at them again and again, nodding 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 Rong, many excellent works have emerged. This shows that the literature of our Yun Kingdom is thriving, and outstanding talents and people with the ability to govern the world are emerging in large numbers."
"This is a sign of a prosperous nation 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 forward and present their work for everyone to appreciate and broaden their horizons?"
The chief priest stood with his back straight, stroked his gray beard, and looked at the energetic and youthful young men and women around him with a smile.
Those who have some talent have basically gone up to show off.
The rest are either like Xie Xuanyong, who has always been low-key and does not care about fame, or like Zhu Hezhi, who is illiterate and has the will but not the ability.
The former doesn't like to be in the spotlight, 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 it.
The atmosphere in the venue instantly turned cold.
People in the crowd looked at each other, pushing and shoving each other, but no one stepped forward.
Shen Qingyi's eyes were fixed on Su Haitang, and she felt extremely anxious.
Is this heroine going to be the one or not?
Nothing unexpected 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 Shen seems very anxious. What are you anxious about?"
Suddenly, a slow, low and dim voice sounded in her ears. Shen Qingyi 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?"
Xiao Jue's eyes dimmed a little, he smiled faintly and looked away.
On the other side, Su Haitang raised the corners of her lips and looked at the main stage, a gleam of light flashing across her eyes.
Very good, finally no one is going to perform, so next it is her turn to perform, and 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 call it a day and let those little guys figure it out for themselves? After all, we've had a great harvest today."
"Also, I'm in a hurry to recruit a disciple. Let me make it clear first, I have my eye on that kid 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 was coming up, he couldn't 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 good understanding of how to govern the people. He is a rare talent."
"With proper training, he will surely become a trusted official of the imperial court and a leader of Yun Nation's literary world. Old Yu, it's not appropriate for you to snatch him away like this, is it?"
The old man surnamed Yu smiled slightly. "What's inappropriate about that? After all, I'm the most famous among us old fellows. Even if you fight for it, you may not be able to defeat me. Otherwise, let's go to see that kid together and see who he will choose as his disciple."
The others: “…”
Seeing the most famous scholars in the country arguing over disciples, the chief priest was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Just as he was about to announce the end of the banquet to fulfill their wish, he saw a light, agile and extremely beautiful white figure walking towards him.
'Hiss!'
That figure instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the sound of people gasping for breath was heard again in the venue.
"Master Jijiu, I am not very talented, but after hearing so many talented people and beautiful women perform their masterpieces, I also want to dare to come up and perform my own piece. 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 actually heard that the famous idiot was going to write poetry. Is she going to mess things up?"
"Tsk, I've never seen anything like this before. The eldest daughter of the Su family, known throughout Kyoto for her stupidity, is actually writing poetry. Could it be that her outfit today gave her confidence? Does she think that just because she's pretty, she can write poetry?"
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Su Haitang, that idiot, actually went up there to write poetry. Hahaha, no no, I have to go check later to see if someone's sow has climbed up a tree."
"Has she forgotten that she made a fool of herself at the Winter Banquet two years ago? That was a real fool of herself. She agreed to compete with the talented Rong on the qin, but ended up playing a piece of shit. And yet she was still so smug about it, thinking she played so well."
"That's right. It's only been two years. How could Su Haitang have forgotten the pain and gone back to embarrass herself again? I'd like to see what she can come up with. It shouldn't be more terrifying than the sound she played during the piano duel."
"Hahaha, I'd rather believe a rooster can lay eggs than believe Su Haitang 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 Haitang turned around, his eyes gloomily sweeping over everyone present, and he sneered in disdain in his heart.
Oh, laugh, laugh as much as you want, these guys, no matter how hard they laugh now, she will slap them in the face later.
[Alas, these young men and ladies are really something. They are young after all, and they are 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 eager to show off and didn't come up to make a bet with them. If she had bet that if she could write a poem, these people who looked down on her would eat shit, then I guess none of them would have escaped.]
Even if you don't do this, you can still make a fortune just by betting.
[Oh my god, how could I have missed such a great business opportunity? What a shame! If I could talk, I'd set up a betting stall right now. I'd definitely win every last ounce of the pants off every single gentleman and lady present today.]
Ahhhhh, why did you let me witness such a huge business opportunity, only to watch it slip away? God, you are so cruel to me, don't you know?
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