Although Ye Tian had already internalized a lot of nonsense, he still had to write the poem. He didn't need a masterpiece to impress girls, but he did need one to woo the Confucian scholars at the academy. After all, they were just a bunch of employees working for him; it wouldn't hurt to make them happy.
"Watch closely." Ye Tian smiled calmly, holding the brush upright in his hand, and began to "compose a poem" fluently, imitating the calligraphy he had practiced in the Slender Gold style.
Of course it's plagiarism; it's just that it simply extracted a small section from the inexhaustible cultural river of its past life.
Having thoroughly studied the nine-year compulsory education system, Ye Tian certainly wouldn't be stumped by something as simple as copying. And coincidentally, there was a poem that fit the situation perfectly.
Liu Rushi silently hoped that her reputation for both talent and beauty was not unfounded, but rather the result of years of hard work and dedication. She could tell whether a poem was good or bad.
Especially when the writer writes without thinking, it's usually not going to be very good. Ye Tian, who now takes less than five seconds from mentioning writing poetry to actually putting pen to paper, is a typical example.
Anger welled up within her. Having grown up immersed in literature and copying countless parallel prose pieces, she considered writing poetry a sacred act. Especially someone like Ye Tian, recognized by the academy's esteemed scholars, should have shown even greater respect for poetry. How could he do this? How could he possibly do this?
Without thinking, he spread out a piece of paper and began to write in a very messy manner.
Liu Rushi stomped her foot, biting her incredibly pink lower lip in anger. Her beauty and allure were known throughout the city. However, in front of outsiders, she was always an unassuming fairy descended from heaven, and no one had ever seen her so charmingly infatuated.
Ye Tian might be the first, provided he takes his eyes off the Shu-style hemp paper on which he wrote the poem. Of course, he doesn't have that idea for now.
Liu Rushi naturally didn't notice that she had lost her composure. Her attention was completely focused on the Shu County hemp paper that Ye Tian was going to write a poem on. Even though she thought she would be disappointed, she still wanted to know what kind of poem Ye Tian could write.
Beneath the eighteen-foot-tall sandalwood Maitreya Buddha statue displayed on the shrine of the Imperial Music Bureau, the Confucian scholars of the academy were also discussing this "fellow Daoist" of the entire academy.
In this dreamlike collaboration among the three schools of thought, Kong Chan, the academy's dean, naturally became the leader of the Confucian school in the area. He astutely predicted that Fellow Daoist Ye would surely write a fine poem praising a beautiful woman.
Because the courtesan Liu Rushi was so beautiful and charming.
Many Confucian scholars from academies, who had initially been eager to speculate, were defeated by this powerful attack and unanimously agreed with Kong Chan's statement.
...
Ye Tian finally made his first stroke on the Shu County hemp paper, using a stiff brush made of ox yak bristles. He successfully redeveloped the blue interstellar culture, which might be far away or perhaps very close, on this other continent.
Liu Rushi's rosy face was full of curiosity. After she saw what Ye Tian had written, her pretty face immediately blushed with shyness, but she couldn't help but look away.
The first line is so frivolous that it makes one want to curse it in secret.
It turns out that Ye Tian wrote, "In the past there was a beautiful woman named Liu Rushi." The first line was appropriate for the occasion, but it was somewhat simplistic and rough. However, his handwriting was quite good.
The second line is captivating: "A single sword dance moves all directions."
Immediately afterwards, the onlookers, as numerous as mountains, looked dejected, and the heavens and earth seemed to sway in hushed tones. This caused Liu Rushi's expression to gradually brighten; she realized he was not without talent after all, and actually possessed considerable poetic talent.
Then, Huo Ruyi shot down nine suns, and Liu Rushi secretly nodded in praise.
When the thunderous roar subsided, the calm returned like the still waters of a vast ocean. At this moment, Liu Rushi's mindset had subtly changed.
Then add three more sentences.
Crimson lips and pearl-embroidered sleeves, both lonely; in later years, a disciple spread their fragrance.
The beauty of Linying danced this wonderful song at Baidi, her spirit soaring high.
Having already engaged in conversation with me, I am filled with sorrow and regret as I reflect on the times and events.
Liu Rushi had fallen silent...
She stared silently at Ye Tian, wondering what kind of genius could come up with such an exquisite poem in such a short time.
Ye Tian suddenly didn't seem so annoying anymore, and a slight smile began to appear on her face.
He didn't seem so bad after all. On the contrary, he was tall, slender, and elegant, quite pleasing to the eye.
Ye Tian was unaware that the beauty beside him had subtly changed her opinion of him with a single poem; he was simply quite pleased with his own handwriting.
As for the poem, it is a famous poem by the poet Du Fu praising Gongsun Da Niang's sword dance.
How could it be any worse?
Now Ye Tian has shamelessly plagiarized it. However, since it's a matter for scholars, it can't really be called plagiarism. It's merely borrowing.
After finishing the poem with a light and casual air, Liu Rushi looked at Ye Tian expectantly, feeling a little shy. She was already secretly wondering if Ye Tian would hand her the poem he had written and say a few words that would make her feel both embarrassed and indignant in order to win her heart.
But nothing happened. Ye Tian didn't say any sweet words that made his heart flutter, as he had imagined.
Instead, he handed her the poem and said calmly, "Go ahead and have the madam deliver it to those great scholars at the academy."
Liu Rushi was dumbfounded. She had thought that Ye Tian had written such a poem specifically for her to coax her.
Unexpectedly, Ye Tian completely ignored her and went straight to the great Confucian scholar of the academy... What does this mean? Does she, as a beauty, not even have the right to be cherished?
Liu Rushi fell silent, put away the poem, and walked outside with light steps. She had already secretly cursed Ye Tian to death ten thousand times.
But for Ye Tian, this was perfectly normal. He had painstakingly copied an incredibly exquisite poem, and the calligraphy was beautiful and elegant—for him to use it to flirt with girls? What a joke!
These are lines from the poem of the Sage of Poetry. The best use for them is to repay the kindness of those scholars from the academy who are working for us.
How could it possibly be used to seduce a courtesan from a brothel?
Courtesan, the queen of flowers. Just the most beautiful woman in the garden, only for amusement.
It's meant to make oneself happy, not to have to coax someone else; otherwise, it would lose its original purpose.
When Liu Rushi slowly walked back, swaying her slender waist, the silver ornaments on her clothes jingling, Ye Tian's expression softened slightly, and his brows furrowed.
"Will you get drunk?" Ye Tian asked.
"I don't know," Liu Rushi replied earnestly.
"That's no fun." Ye Tian waved his hand.
Liu Rushi: "..."
"I can learn."
"Come on, let's drink." Ye Tian smiled playfully as he filled the dendrobium container.
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