"Does the president mean that this poem was written by Zhou Zhiwei?"
Jing Zhe laughed and said, "Yes!"
"But...we've been here for two days and haven't seen Young Master Zhou. How come his poems are here, especially since they were written by the heir of King Yu?"
Jing Zhe explained with a smile, "It's all because the Crown Prince of Yu went to Jinxi and asked Zhou Zhiwei for this poem, hoping to make a name for himself during the Lantern Festival!"
So Jing Zhe recounted what he had overheard.
"No wonder the Crown Prince of Yu dared not agree earlier. It turns out he only managed to obtain this one poem. If he were to write another one himself, he would likely be exposed on the spot!"
"But he was really unlucky. He finally managed to get such a wonderful poem, and then he ran into the club president!"
"Even if he managed to get such a poem, and even if he brought Zhou Zhiwei along, they would still fail. After all, they are facing you, the president of the club."
Chen Jiannan smiled and flattered him, but what he said was true. As a talented man, he actually enjoyed participating in poetry gatherings, but he lost interest in composing poems whenever Jing Zhe was present.
Because he didn't want to be proven wrong.
Jing Zhe smiled but didn't say anything. If the Crown Prince of Yu knew that he had asked his disciple for poems to use against him, I wonder what he would think!
...
The atmosphere in Juxianlou was brought to a climax by this poem. The happiest person was undoubtedly Manager Hu. He was thinking to himself, "No wonder the Prince of Yu was so confident. It turns out that the poem he bought is so wonderful!"
Even though Manager Hu doesn't understand poetry, he can appreciate the beauty of this poem after just one reading, let alone others!
It seems that Juxianlou has been saved, and he will have to return the 12,500 taels of silver in full!
"Sect Master Mu, what do you think of the lyrics I wrote for you?"
The Crown Prince of Yu nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with pride. He was highly confident in the poem, after all, it was written by Zhou Zhiwei, the most talented scholar in Jinxi!
"This... is alright..."
Mu Qingren reverted to her previous indifference, then looked at Wang Yingqiu and said, "Actually, I don't know much about poetry, so why don't you ask Yingqiu?"
Mu Qingren's attitude surprised the Crown Prince of Yu. He had thought that based on Mu Qingren's previous performance, she would definitely praise his words to the skies at this time. The contrast was too great, and he was momentarily stunned.
However, she quickly adjusted her mindset and comforted herself: "Who is Pavilion Master Mu? She's never attended poetry gatherings before, let alone commented on poems. She hadn't said a word about any of the poems before, so for her to say 'it's alright' now is such a rare compliment!"
So he cupped his hands and smiled, "With Pavilion Master Mu's comment, I'm relieved! Then, Garden Master Wang, please give your comments as well!"
Wang Yingqiu nodded slightly, her expression almost identical to Mu Qingren's, and said coldly, "This poem... is alright. I wonder if Prince Yu has read any of the poems from last year's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Gathering in Jingzhou?"
"No!"
The Crown Prince of Yu shook his head. He didn't usually have a strong interest in poetry. He didn't even know the lyrics for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering in Ruzhou, so how could he know the lyrics for the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering in Jingzhou?
Is there a problem?
"The style of this poem is quite similar to that of the 'Flower and Moon Order' written by the Third Prince of Southern Qi at last year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering in Jingzhou. I thought the Crown Prince had also heard that poem, which is why he was inspired to write it!"
Wang Yingqiu said calmly.
"A coincidence, an absolute coincidence!"
The Crown Prince of Yu patted his chest and made a promise, but in his heart he cursed Zhou Zhiwei several times, because he knew that Zhou Zhiwei had participated in last year's Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering in Jingzhou. Wang Yingqiu's statement must mean that Zhou Zhiwei was imitating the Third Prince of Southern Qi!
"Oh, it was just a coincidence!"
Wang Yingqiu said that, and then fell silent.
"..."
Yu Wang Shizi's poem received "not bad" and "not bad" comments from Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu, which made him very happy.
When he looked at Jing Zhe, he saw him sitting with his legs crossed, looking disdainful. He immediately became furious.
"Hey, it's your turn now!"
"oh."
Jing Zhe then stood up.
His listless and lethargic demeanor annoyed the Crown Prince of Yu, who said coldly, "You might as well just write one poem that you think is the best. Anyway, it can't compare to mine. Writing another one is just a waste of time!"
Jing Zhe shook his head: "Your Highness is overthinking it. With a poem like the one you wrote, I could easily win!"
"Arrogant!"
"nonsense!"
"How dare you!"
No sooner had Jing Zhe finished speaking than Manager Hu, Prefect Liu, and others began to angrily criticize him.
The Crown Prince of Yu waved his hand to calm them down, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly, "Then write! I want to see what kind of poems you can write!"
Jing Zhe smiled and didn't reply, walking to the table.
...
As Jing Zhe picked up his pen, he had already decided which two poems he would write later.
Manager Hu, who had just been grinding ink, snorted coldly, casually pushed the inkstone forward, and walked away, saying, "Grind it yourself."
Jing Zhe glanced at him and smiled, "Manager Hu, are you sure you don't want to grind the ink for me? This is a rare opportunity!"
Jing Zhe was right. Ever since he earned the title of "Anguo's Number One Talent" in Jingzhou, he had very few opportunities to compose poems and lyrics in public, so this opportunity to grind ink was naturally rare!
"When I used to practice calligraphy, everyone was eager to help me lay out the paper, grind the ink, and hand me the brush!"
"Heh, I don't care!"
Manager Hu flicked his sleeves and put his hands behind his back.
"Okay, does anyone want to help me grind the ink?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu and Zhou Ziqiong both stood up, and Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu also had the same idea. After all, such an opportunity was rare, but unfortunately they overthought things and were a step too late.
Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at it, made a gesture of invitation, and then smiled and said, "Then Miss Zhou will do!"
Zhou Ziqiong's face immediately turned red: "Never mind, Miss Zhang, you can do it!"
With his wife right there, Zhou Ziqiong felt that getting up like this was a bit presumptuous.
"I often help my husband with his research at home, so Miss Zhou is the better choice!"
Zhang Xiaoyu declined with a smile.
"this…"
Zhou Ziqiong blushed, somewhat at a loss for words.
Jing Zhe also spoke up: "Miss Zhou, you go ahead and grind the ink! When a beautiful woman grinds ink, the poems she writes are much better than usual. On the contrary, those mediocre poems can be identified at a glance by some unkempt old rough man who grinded the ink!"
"..."
Manager Hu's face turned pale instantly, because Jing Zhe practically pointed at his face and said it!
But…
When did he stop caring about his appearance?
When did he become a rough, unrefined old man?
Zhou Ziqiong blushed and agreed, then went to Jing Zhe's side to grind ink. Seeing this, Mu Qingren and Wang Yingqiu exchanged a thoughtful glance.
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