Chen Dexing was unwilling to write Chen Zhang's name and immediately started arguing with him.
While the two were arguing, Kong Chan picked up his pen and wrote a letter to Liu Rushi with a brush made of ox yak yak. Although it was addressed to Liu Rushi, the content of the letter was to ask Ye Tian to write a poem and to hang it in the Poetry Stele Forest.
A letter was written and given to Ye Tian by the madam. This finally stopped the fight between Chen Zhang and Chen Dexing, who both looked at Kong Chan with their mouths twisted in anger.
Ye Tian's poetry skills are so high, and it's so rare to get a poem from him. This old guy got the better of him. Who knows when we'll get another chance like this!
"This is infuriating! This is infuriating!"
The madam, carrying the letter from the academy, hurried towards Liu Rushi's boudoir.
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In her boudoir, Liu Rushi, who was practicing swordsmanship, stopped the tip of her sword less than a finger's width in front of Ye Tian's nose, controlling the force perfectly, neither too much nor too little.
A gentle smile graced her beautiful face, and she asked softly, "Scholar, how was my sword dance?"
Ye Tian remained calm. His understanding of sword energy was already extraordinary, so he was not surprised by Liu Rushi. He simply pushed the sword tip away with two fingers and said, "The sword is acceptable, but the dance is superb."
When Liu Rushi heard this, she could only chuckle to herself. She thought Ye Tian was quite arrogant, as he was clearly an expert in both swordsmanship and dance, yet he had insincerely praised only his dance.
However, it's normal that such pedantic scholars don't admire swordsmanship.
Liu Rushi clearly didn't want to spoil Ye Tian's enjoyment, so she twirled her sword. She then sheathed it, moved a little closer, and asked in a voice as delicate as an orchid, "Scholar, now that we've finished the sword dance, why not take advantage of this occasion and compose a poem?"
What kind of poem should I write?
Poetry is for laborers and great scholars. How naive of a courtesan to covet the poems of a plagiarist!
Ye Tian waved his hand and said indifferently, "On a spring night, talking about poetry is too much of a downer."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Liu Rushi's eyes, but she concealed it perfectly and said with a smile, "In that case, let's raise our cups to the moon."
Drinking alcohol is fine.
She wouldn't have had the chance if she hadn't gotten drunk.
Just as he was about to agree, an untimely knock sounded at the door.
Ye Tian frowned, his expression turning slightly cold.
The madam came in, gave an awkward smile, handed the letter to Liu Rushi, apologized repeatedly, and left.
Liu Rushi glanced at the paper quickly, but her face lit up with joy. "Scholar, I'm afraid you won't be able to refuse to write a poem this time."
The note was handed over.
Ye Tian glanced at it and sighed inwardly, "These laborers and Confucian scholars are really a handful. I just wanted to come to the brothel to sleep with a courtesan, but you keep bothering me, making me write poems and rack my brains to figure out who to copy. It's so annoying."
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