"So the main characters always make their appearance at the last minute." Zuan's words immediately provoked the anger of the crowd, who cursed him for being arrogant and shameless.
Looking at the string of anger points in the background, Zuan thought to himself that this was double the joy; he had both shown off and gained a wave of anger points.
Nanxun's smile also stiffened somewhat, and she had to remind her, "I wonder if you have an answer yet?"
Zuan pretended to ponder for a moment, then said loudly, "The evening clouds have dispersed, revealing a clear, cold sky; the Milky Way is silent as the jade disc turns."
The previously noisy meeting room suddenly fell silent, with everyone muttering to themselves, savoring the two sentences, finding them increasingly exquisite.
The stunning woman in the upstairs room exclaimed in surprise, "This guy actually has such literary talent? I really underestimated him before."
A maidservant standing nearby, who seemed to dislike Zu An, asked in surprise, "Is this poem really that good?"
With her limited knowledge, she naturally couldn't perceive the subtlety in it.
The stunningly beautiful woman nodded: "Very good."
Then he remained silent, clearly indicating that he had no intention of explaining.
The maid standing to the side could only pout and sulk. Was her mistress looking down on her intelligence? She wasn't even going to explain herself.
On the other side, Bi Ziang also looked surprised: "This guy is quite interesting, worth taking a second look at."
Those around him fawned over him, saying, "He's still far inferior to Young Master Bi."
Bi Ziang smiled faintly: "Being able to compare with me is already a success for him."
Those around him burst into laughter, agreeing that what he said was absolutely right.
On the Qin brothers' side, Qin Yongde couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect him to be so knowledgeable. I was wondering why Chu Yan would take a liking to him before. Maybe it's because of this."
Qin Guangyuan snorted: "Literary talent is just a minor skill, not worth mentioning. It's only good for fooling girls."
At this moment, Nanxun also showed surprise, her beautiful eyes shining: "The entire poem contains no words like 'moonlight' or 'like water,' yet the words 'overflowing' and 'clear and cold' deeply capture the charm of moonlight like water, giving a feeling of still, clear water. The moon is bright and the stars are few, making the Milky Way appear very distant. 'The Milky Way is silent' seems to suggest that the Milky Way should have sound, but due to its distance, it is silent, thus conveying a sense of vastness in the sky. 'Jade plate' describes the moon's pure and flawless beauty, while the word 'turn' not only gives it a magical dynamism but also hints at its roundness. The two lines do not mention the person appreciating the moon, but they are full of the feeling of delight and pleasure, and people are naturally present in it..."
Previously, her praise of other people's poems was just a professional response; she had to rack her brains every time to barely find a highlight, which worried her to no end.
Now, with such sincere praise, he gets more and more excited as he talks about it.
Zuan was somewhat surprised. This courtesan was really skilled. You know, flattering scholars isn't easy. You have to have something to say, and you have to hit the nail on the head.
No wonder she became the top courtesan; her level of judgment is almost on par with my reading comprehension skills back in the day.
Hearing Nanxun's excitement, the others were all envious. This girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually had this ability.
Then they all looked in the direction of Yu Nan with schadenfreude. Just now, Miss Nan Xun used him as a comparison, intending to teach this outspoken guy a lesson. But now Yu Nan has been outshone, which is embarrassing.
Yu Nan had just stolen the show, and being so handsome, he was considered by everyone to be the most likely candidate to become Nan Xun's lover. Naturally, they were hoping he would suffer a setback.
Thinking about it this way, the gazes directed at Zu'an softened somewhat; the more they looked at him, the more pleasing he seemed.
Feeling the burning gazes from all directions, Yu Nan said coldly, "Who wrote this poem, and what is its title? I, Yu, pride myself on having read many books over the years. Although I can't recite all the poems from past dynasties by heart, I can at least know a little bit about them. But I have never heard of these two lines of your poem before."
Upon hearing his words, the others realized what he meant and began whispering among themselves. Indeed, while those two lines were good, they were something they had never heard before.
Finally, everyone looked at Miss Nanxun. After that series of comments, everyone knew that she probably had the highest literary cultivation among them.
Nanxun hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Perhaps I am ignorant, I have never heard of it. However, the world of poetry is so vast, it is impossible for me to know all of them."
She speaks tactfully, never offending either side.
However, after she said that, everyone understood that there was indeed no such poem, and all eyes turned to Zu'an.
The more admiring people were at the beginning, the more ridiculed they are now. Nobody knows where he got those two lines from to impersonate those famous poets in history.
Zu'an originally wanted to mention Su Dongpo, but suddenly froze, because he realized that there was no such person as Su Dongpo in the history of this world, and no one would believe him if he said it.
But it's alright, this is no problem for him.
"Oh, I just saw that you've already covered most of the suitable poems in history, and what's left are just some mediocre ones. It would be too offensive to mention them to Miss Nanxun, so I've taken out a poem I wrote by chance to respond. I hope Miss Nanxun won't be offended," Zu An said without batting an eye.
What is a plagiarist? What is theft?
No, that's not true. This is called cultural export!
Su Dongpo must have also wanted his poems to be widely sung in another world.
Nanxun's eyes lit up: "This is a poem written by Young Master Zu?"
Her attitude changed quickly; she even started using the title "Young Master."
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Miss Nanxun." Zu'an suddenly thought of the Tang and Song Dynasties, the most prosperous period for poetry in history. It seemed that many masterpieces were circulated in brothels. Back then, a group of literati frequented brothels, and whoever could compose an amazing poem would surely be favored by the courtesans.
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