Chapter 93 I am Wei Changtian
A poem is worth a thousand gold!
After hearing these words, not only Peng Benzhi was stunned, Su Yu was stunned, all the onlookers were stunned, and even Liang Zhen frowned and looked at Song Zhengming.
The latter was indeed a famous scholar in Luzhou. He was not at all panicked in the face of this situation and continued to speak to Su Yu seriously:
"Miss, I just wrote this poem out of inspiration. If you think it is worth a thousand gold coins, then please fulfill Master Peng's wish."
"If you think you can't, just pretend I never said that."
"this……"
Su Yu had never seen such a situation before. She opened her mouth and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
After all, poetry is not like buying vegetables by weight, where you can just pay the price.
Song Zhengming said that his poems were worth a thousand gold coins, but no matter how good or bad the poems were, they couldn't be sold! She didn't know what to do, but others were just watching the fun, and soon someone excitedly said, "Mr. Song! Why don't you take out the poems first!"
"Yes! Let's listen too, so that we can help Miss Su Yu judge the value of this poem!"
"No matter what, it is a great achievement to have a great poet like Song write a poem for such a grand event!"
“…”
There was a burst of booing in an instant. Song Zhengming didn't waste any more time. He turned around and handed the poem paper to Peng Benzhi, who had not yet come to his senses.
"Mr. Peng, you should present this poem to Miss Su Yu."
“Gulp…”
Peng Benzhi's Adam's apple twitched twice, and he opened the paper with trembling hands and took a look at it. His face immediately turned from pale to red, and his expression became more and more excited.
He held the rice paper tightly as if he had obtained some rare treasure. After reading it over and over again, he looked at Song Zhengming with gratitude.
"Mr. Song, Mr. Song... did you really give me this poem?"
Song Zhengming rubbed his sleeves and sat down calmly: "A gentleman's word is as good as a promise."
"Thank you, Mr. Song for appreciating my poetry!"
Amidst countless impatient gazes, Peng Benzhi first bowed deeply to Song Zhengming, then straightened his body, glanced around and finally fixed his eyes on Su Yu.
Compared to his previous state of dejection, his current state was as excited as if he had drunk five cans of Red Bull and a bottle of Tiger Balm.
"Miss Su Yu, everyone! Listen to this poem!"
The stage and the audience fell silent in an instant, with only Peng Benzhi's trembling and high-pitched voice echoing.
"The fragrance begins to bloom only after all the petals have fallen."
"The good name is the King of Flowers."
"They boast that there is no beauty like her in the world."
"The best fragrance in the world...!"
“…”
When the poem ended, the audience paused for a moment.
“Good poem!”
Someone shouted first, and soon everyone responded.
"Indeed!"
"She has the best fragrance in the world... Maybe Miss Su Yu will become famous all over the world with this line, just like the willow poem in the capital!"
“This sentence is really wonderful!”
"You are worthy of being Mr. Song..."
“…”
Most of the words he heard expressed admiration, but Wei Changtian felt nothing.
Yang Liushi asked with a smile: "Sir, what do you think of this poem?"
"It's OK."
Wei Changtian nodded without comment.
This is indeed what he really thinks.
To say that this poem is so exquisite that it can be passed down for centuries... Of course, that's not the case.
But there is one thing that is very appropriate to the situation tonight.
More importantly, the whole poem uses peony as a metaphor for people, calling Su Yu "the most fragrant in the world", which praises her to a very high position, and this is particularly attractive to the women in brothels.
Judging from Su Yu's current excitement, this woman might actually change her choice to Peng Benzhi because of this poem.
…
Just as Wei Changtian expected, Su Yu was indeed very conflicted at the moment.
She could see that Liang Zhen was of extraordinary status, but the temptation of this poem was indeed quite strong.
A poem is worth a thousand pieces of gold. If this story alone were to spread, it would surely become a legend.
What's more, this poem greatly praises oneself.
For a red card of Su Yu's level, how much money she earns is not so important. What is more important is to build a good reputation for herself.
Only when she became more famous would the young men from prominent families be interested in redeeming her, so that she could completely escape from this place of smoke and willows and return to normal life.
Thinking of this, Su Yu finally spoke: "Thank you, Master Song and Master Peng, for the poem... I like it very much."
"To be honest, ever since I heard about 'The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble faces', I have been dreaming that one day I would be able to write a poem like this one."
"I never thought that today I would get what I wanted..."
Her words actually have a bit of commercial flattery in them.
Although this poem "Occupying the No. 1 Fragrance in the World" is good, everyone knows that it is very different from the poem about willows "The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of faces".
They are even on two completely different levels.
However, no one would jump out to sing a different tune in this situation. Instead, Song Zhengming himself suddenly frowned after hearing this.
"Humph! Don't compare my poem with that one!"
"A person who committed a heinous crime and killed the prime minister of the dynasty with his own hands, no matter how good his poetry is, he is just talented but without moral integrity!"
What the hell, this can even be a gun? Wei Changtian was speechless, while Yang Liushi, who was also mentioned, covered her mouth and laughed secretly.
"Sir, it seems that Mr. Song is from the Liu family."
"Of course I do."
Wei Changtian rolled his eyes, and Su Yu on the stage was also quite embarrassed at the moment.
She lowered her head in embarrassment and said, "I spoke out of turn," then looked at Liang Zhen again.
"Master Liang, thank you for thinking so highly of me..."
From the sound of it, it seems that they have already decided to elect Peng Benzhi and are ready to apologize to Liang Zhen.
Liang Zhen's face naturally looked unhappy, and the fat county magistrate was even more anxious.
But the two of them couldn't say anything at this time. After all, it was not appropriate to force a weak woman in public.
But Wei Changtian is different.
He was already holding back his anger, and he also wanted to do Liang Zhen a favor, so he interrupted immediately and said, "Wait a minute! Is this crappy poem worth a thousand gold coins?"
Boom! Just like a barrel of explosives being ignited, there was an uproar in the embroidery building.
As one crisis after another arose, everyone present felt that what happened tonight was more exciting than watching a play.
"Isn't this the young man who rejected Miss Su Yu before?"
"Yes, I remember his last name was Wei. He should have come with Lord Liang."
"How dare he offend Mr. Song like this? I wonder where he came from?"
"Hey, let's just watch the show..."
“…”
Amid the noise, Su Yu didn't know what to do.
Song Zhengming was stunned for a moment, then he stared at Wei Changtian and shouted in a deep voice: "Sir, Miss Su Yu will judge the value of my poem. It is not your turn to point fingers here!"
"Such a rude act, didn't your parents teach you manners?!"
This was quite impolite, and Wei Changtian certainly would not indulge him. He sneered and directly retorted:
"If I didn't want to get into any more trouble, I would have lost my head just based on your last sentence."
"you!"
Song Zhengming had never seen such a rude person before. He was so angry that his voice trembled: "Who, who are you?"
"Mr. Song, you just scolded me."
Wei Changtian curled his lips in sarcasm.
"I am the heinous man who killed the prime minister."
"The Wei family in the capital, Wei Changtian."
(End of this chapter)
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