When Wei Zixun heard him say that, he almost cried.
Damn it! The reason he's not good at it is because he didn't like it before. If he liked it and did a little research, he could easily beat him.
Is this the difference between geniuses and ordinary people?
When Wang Wenjie heard Sheng Wenjin say that, he clenched his fist.
In the past two days, he has met many talented people from various places, but none of them can compare with him in terms of chess skills or poetry writing.
Who would have thought that the top scholar in Kyoto would be so outstanding?
How can someone play chess so well after only one night of learning?
As the saying goes, a game of chess is like a battlefield, and things are always changing in an instant.
To play a good game of chess requires strategic planning, taking each step carefully, and thinking ten steps ahead for every move.
This requires exceptional strategy and keen insight.
Sheng Wenjin clearly has all of these! This opponent is not easy to deal with!
Wang Wenjie's gaze towards Sheng Wenjin was filled with deep solemnity.
At this moment, Prince Rui's heir, Si Mingchen, walked over.
He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd and said:
"I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting! I had some things to take care of, so I'm late! Please forgive me for any shortcomings in our hospitality!"
Si Mingchen bowed to the crowd as he spoke.
"Your Highness, you are too kind! We are honored to be invited to your residence for this poetry gathering today, and we have already troubled you greatly!"
"That's right! How could we possibly let you apologize!"
Si Mingchen waved his hand and said:
"I am the host of today's poetry gathering, so I will do my best to be a good host! Please be seated, everyone! Let's begin!"
As soon as Si Mingchen finished speaking, a clear and melodious zither tune suddenly rang out.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young woman standing by the artificial hill outside the pavilion. She was wearing a white dress with a slender waist and a graceful figure.
Her long, dark hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, revealing her clean and delicate forehead. Her eyebrows were like emerald feathers, her eyes like autumn water, her nose was delicate and her lips were cherry-red, and she was so beautiful that she was beyond compare.
She gently raised her arms, her slender, white fingers plucking the strings of the guqin, and a melodious tune drifted out.
She played with great skill, and the music was beautiful. However, many of the talented men and women present were connoisseurs of music, and they could tell at a glance that the piece contained only skill but little emotion.
As a result, while the music sounds pleasant, it lacks charm.
Upon closer inspection, the woman was indeed beautiful, but her eyes lacked luster, and she appeared rather dull, like a puppet being manipulated, mechanically playing a tune.
Everyone then realized that this was probably Si Rouxue, the eldest daughter of the Rui Prince's mansion, born out of wedlock. She was indeed as beautiful as rumored, but she was a naturally stupid wooden person.
What a pity...
However, many of the men present still looked at Si Rouxue with lustful eyes. Such a beautiful woman, even if they couldn't marry her, would be nice to have her as a concubine.
When Wang Wenjie saw Si Rouxue, his eyes were also filled with infatuation.
Sheng Wenjin, who had been calm and composed, froze on the spot the moment he saw Si Rouxue.
How could it be her? How could it possibly be her?
Wen Wan's soul has already been scattered and gone, hasn't it?
How could there be a woman in this life who looks exactly like Wen Wan?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
A person whose soul has been scattered cannot be reincarnated.
But why does she look exactly like Wen Wan?
Wei Zixun was also captivated by Si Rouxue's beauty. He nudged Sheng Wenjin with his elbow and whispered:
"So beautiful! She seems even more beautiful than your mother was when she was young. In terms of looks alone, she can truly be called the most beautiful woman in the world!"
Sheng Wenjin stared blankly at Si Rouxue, ignoring Wei Zixun.
Seeing Sheng Wenjin's expression, Bai Mo chuckled and flicked his folding fan.
"As expected, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman! Tsk tsk tsk... Even the talented scholar who is usually indifferent to women has fallen for her."
After Bai Mo finished his teasing, Wei Zixun also looked at Sheng Wenjin.
“Sheng Wenjin, I thought you had transcended to the point of being without desires, but I didn’t expect you to be just as vulgar as us! Hahaha…” Although Wei Zixun liked Si Rouxue, he knew his own limitations and knew that it was impossible for him to win first place in this poetry competition, so he put away his feelings for Si Rouxue.
Besides, Sheng Wenjin was his good brother, and he couldn't just steal his brother's woman...
"She just looks a lot like an old friend of mine!"
Sheng Wenjin stared at Si Rouxue for a long time before looking away, and then his expression turned indifferent again.
It couldn't be her, she just looks a bit like her...
"Hey! How come you change your expression as quickly as flipping through a book? You were staring at that young girl just a moment ago, and now you're acting like a complete stranger?"
Wei Zixun looked puzzled.
"We're complete strangers, I have no interest in her. If you like her, I'll give her to you after I win the poetry competition!"
Sheng Wenjin said calmly.
He came here to stop Wang Wenjie from making a name for himself at the poetry gathering, not to win the heart of a beauty.
No matter how much that woman resembled her, she was ultimately not her, and he wasn't interested.
"Really? You'll regret it!"
Wei Zixun said with a grin.
"A gentleman keeps his word; how could he go back on his word?"
A slight smile appeared on Sheng Wenjin's lips.
Seeing this, Bai Mo couldn't help but shake his folding fan and sigh, "Alas! I thought the iron tree was about to bloom, but it turns out the iron tree is still an iron tree. It'll probably never understand romance in its entire life!"
Sheng Wenjin did not reply to Bai Mo's words, but simply took a sip of tea quietly.
Prince Rui glanced around at the students' performance and nodded in satisfaction.
"That is my younger sister, Si Rouxue. As you can all see, she is incredibly beautiful, but unfortunately, she is mentally challenged. She has reached marriageable age this year, but because of her mental disability, no one has come to propose marriage yet."
My father was worried about my younger sister's marriage, so he wanted to find her a suitable husband.
Because my younger sister is mentally challenged, I don't expect my future brother-in-law to marry her as his principal wife; giving her the title of concubine is enough.
But there's one condition: the son-in-law of Prince Rui's mansion must be a man of exceptional talent, which is why I organized this poetry gathering.
The poetry contest's winner is my sister's future husband!
As soon as the Prince Rui finished speaking, the talented scholars present stirred up a commotion.
Who wouldn't want such a good thing? Marrying this fool as a concubine would not cost them anything, and they could at least establish some connection with the Prince Rui's mansion. Moreover, the woman was a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm.
They were all eager to participate in the poetry gathering, even though they knew in their hearts that the beauty would most likely fall into the hands of Sheng Wenjin and Wang Wenjie. But who said that every poem written by a great talent would be a masterpiece?
What if, by sheer luck, the talented scholars slip up and they win?
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