"To say that I am unparalleled in poetry and prose is indeed an exaggeration on my part."
Jing Zhe grinned slyly, "I'm still unparalleled in Yongzhou!"
"..."
"Arrogant! If you can truly write poems better than mine, then I, Chen Jiannan, am willing to relinquish the title of the number one talent in Yongzhou to you!"
"Hehe, Young Master Chen, you should keep this useless title for yourself!"
"you--"
Chen Jiannan suffered several blows tonight. Provoked by Jing Zhe, he became unsteady on his feet and would have fallen to the ground if someone hadn't helped him up.
"Interesting, interesting!"
Seeing this, Lin Wenyao clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes full of approval as he looked at Jing Zhe.
"He's the stinky scholar you're talking about, what are you so happy about?"
Chen Jiannan steadied himself, glanced at Lin Wenyao, and said, "This is an internal battle between scholars, and the outcome is none of your business."
Jing Zhe quickly waved his hand, "I write poetry entirely by talent, I can hardly be called a scholar!"
In order to distance himself from Chen Jiannan and to avoid offending Lin Wenyao, Jing Zhe was willing to lower his status.
"..."
The name was quite novel, and everyone marveled at it.
At this moment, the madam stepped forward. "Young master, you look unfamiliar. May I ask your esteemed name?"
Jing Zhe thought for a moment and said generously, "My name is humble, called A-Kun, and I am ashamed to say it."
The madam read it aloud once, then stopped dwelling on the strange name and changed the subject, saying, "Young master, are you planning to write a poem for Miss Wan'er?"
"In no mood."
Seeing Lin Wenyao looking over, Jing Zhe quickly shook his head.
Upon hearing this, everyone unanimously turned their attention to the pink-haired young man, thinking that not only were the two good-looking, but their actions were also very similar!
"I only wish to compose a poem for you, madam!"
"..."
The scene was completely silent.
Everyone looked at Jing Zhe, then at the madam, and were shocked: This taste... is too heavy, isn't it?
The young man tilted his head in thought and finally realized: No wonder he had rejected those young women time and time again, it turns out he had a taste for this!
A moment later, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
Even the madam herself blushed.
Behind her was the young and beautiful Wan'er, and in front of her was a handsome young man, writing poems for her, a middle-aged woman.
This is embarrassing her!
"Young master, I am old, please don't make fun of me!"
"Forehead…"
Jing Zhe was taken aback. He looked at everyone's gleeful expressions, then at the madam's bloated and flabby figure, and combined with the ambiguity in her words, he couldn't help but feel a chill.
Damn it, even if I'm desperate for anything, I wouldn't stoop to being a tank soldier, would I?
"Madam misunderstands. What I meant was that I wish to write a poem for your Chunshui Pavilion. I wonder what your opinion is?"
"Write a poem for Chunshui Tower?"
That's something new.
She had seen people compete in poetry because of jealousy, and she had also seen people vying for the best in terms of talent. But she had never heard of anyone writing poetry for Chunshui Tower before, so she couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"Yes! It's about writing poems for Chunshui Tower!"
Jing Zhe stood up, smiled, and stepped forward. “Chunshui Tower is famous far and wide in Yongzhou City, and scholars and poets yearn for it. It’s clear that Madam has put a lot of effort into making Chunshui Tower famous!”
These words instantly evoked memories of the madam's youthful struggles, and she was slightly moved, unable to help but nod.
Jing Zhe then changed the subject, saying directly, "Chunshui Tower is good, but not the best. I can make Chunshui Tower even better!"
How to do it better?
The madam and Miss Wan'er orchestrated this whole thing today to boost the popularity of Chunshui Tower. Jing Zhe's words undoubtedly hit her weak spot, and she quickly asked.
"Chunshui Tower is famous far and wide in Yongzhou City, but how many people have heard of it in a metropolis like Jingzhou? If I were to write a wonderful poem for Chunshui Tower, and let its name resound throughout Anguo with its extraordinary words, wouldn't Chunshui Tower's business be even better?"
"A fool's dream!"
He had barely finished speaking when Chen Jiannan jumped out.
"A poem that can resonate throughout Anguo? Song Jimao, the grandson of the Hanlin Academician Song, is a master of poetry, whose skill is unparalleled among our generation. Even he wouldn't dare to make such a boast. You've got some nerve!"
"You really think you're the best poet in the world?"
"Heh, ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"
Not only Chen Jiannan raised this question, but most of the scholars present also shared this view.
Just a trainee who has studied for two and a half years, does he really think that writing extraordinary poems is so easy?
But Jing Zhe's words were incredibly tempting to the madam, who smiled expectantly and said, "If Young Master Kun can truly compose such a wonderful poem, I will be overjoyed! Not only that, Miss Wan'er will surely also want to meet you!"
As she said this, her voice suddenly became charming, and she even glanced at him almost imperceptibly, giving Jing Zhe goosebumps.
Auntie, please have mercy on me!
I finally came up with a way to embarrass Chen Jiannan without offending Lin Wenyao.
Why do you keep asking me to see Miss Wan'er?
"There's no need to see Miss Wan'er."
As he spoke, his voice softened considerably, and Jing Zhe asked somewhat embarrassedly, "If my poem satisfies Madam, may I ask for a small fee?"
This is Jing Zhe's ultimate goal!
Making money is the only thing that matters; everything else is nonsense!
"Paying fee?"
The madam was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Of course!"
In her heart, she thought to herself, "This young master is so thin-skinned. All the men who come to the building want to see Wan'er."
It's just a minor incident, I'm too embarrassed to even mention it!
However, if he could truly produce a masterpiece, Wan'er would see him without him even having to ask.
If I can't produce it, then I can only apologize. A writing fee? Dream on!
"Okay, then it's a deal!"
Upon hearing the madam promise to pay, Jing Zhe's face beamed with a satisfied smile!
"Young master, please write a poem first!"
The woman reminded her.
"good!"
Upon hearing this, the others, with their keen insight, took a few steps back, preparing to provide him with a stage to show off.
But Jing Zhe did not appreciate it.
Pacing back and forth, shaking your head, and making exaggerated expressions are the lowest level of showing off. The highest level of showing off doesn't need any foreplay.
"I've made a fool of myself!"
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