After Fatty Wei finished speaking, for some reason, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in Jing Zhe's mind and wouldn't leave.
He then recalled the time Wei Pangzi mentioned—last July, wasn't that the time he met her?
So he asked, "Brother Wei, where did this Miss Lin go last July? Was it Yongzhou?"
"Oh, how did you know, brother?"
Fatty Wei looked surprised: "Miss Lin did go to Yongzhou, but I heard that she ended up going to Pengzhou, although she stayed in Yongzhou for a few days along the way."
Fatty Wei's words further solidified some of Jing Zhe's suspicions, and he continued to ask, "Brother Wei, what is this Miss Lin's full name?"
"Miss Lin's surname is Lin, and her given name is Wan'er."
"So it really is her... Miss Wan'er..."
Jing Zhe's thoughts drifted back to Yongzhou, to that sweltering summer. He had just transmigrated there and was being held captive on Mangshan by his elder sister, Lu Li. To escape, he had to start earning money, so he went to Chunshui Tower to sell his poems. It was then that he met Miss Wan'er, a woman of unparalleled beauty. Even though all his women were beautiful, Jing Zhe still felt that Lin Wan'er was superior.
What did you say, brother?
"No...it's nothing."
Jing Zhe waved his hand and said.
To confirm his guess, he finally asked, "Brother Wei, is this Miss Wan...Lin pretty?"
Upon hearing this question, Fatty Wei's eyes lit up: "Do you know why all the scholars in Jiangling, even Young Master Feng, are so willing to regard Miss Lin as the number one talented woman in Jiangling? And every time Miss Lin writes a poem, no one says it's bad. Besides Miss Lin really having great talent, the most important point is that Miss Lin is like a fairy descended to earth, so beautiful! In Jiangling, no one can compare to Miss Lin!"
After listening to Fatty Wei's words, Jing Zhe nodded. This description did match the girl Wan'er he had met. However, he slightly pursed his lips. Although it was objectively true, in his subjective opinion, there was only one most beautiful woman in Jiangling City, and that was his third sister, Qingqiu!
If this girl Wan'er wanted to compete for the title of the most beautiful woman, she had to become his woman first. As soon as this thought came to mind, Jing Zhe's mind became active.
Although he had only met Wan'er once, Jing Zhe had a very special feeling for her.
The reason might be that she was the first stunningly beautiful woman Jing Zhe encountered after transmigrating to this world.
Lu Li was equally beautiful, but back then, she always wore a tight-fitting outfit and had a cold expression. She would beat him up for no reason, which cast a shadow on Jing Zhe's young mind. Then, Wan'er, who was equally beautiful and had a feminine charm, appeared in front of Jing Zhe. So even after so long, Jing Zhe could still remember her clearly.
...
At this time, since Young Master Feng and Miss Wan'er had not yet arrived, the scholars gathered around the stone table continued their lively conversation.
This gives off a "when the tiger is away, the monkeys rule" vibe. They keep saying they want to leave behind their calligraphy, but in reality, no one dares to write anything; it's all just talk.
However, despite their verbal sparring, they still attracted the attention of many young girls, which pleased them greatly.
"Pah, what are you pretending for!"
"If you're so capable, go up there and write it!"
"What kind of nonsense are you all writing? Mine was just doggerel, and yours isn't much better!"
"..."
Fatty Wei was still indignant, but this time he was smarter. He spoke very softly, and since he and Jing Zhe were standing outside the inner circle, no one heard what he said. Otherwise, he would probably have been criticized again.
Jing Zhe glanced at the proud and smug scholars, then smiled and said to Fatty Wei, "Brother Wei, you can't stand them?"
"That's because I just can't stand it, what a piece of trash!"
Fatty Wei gritted his teeth, clearly still harboring resentment over the public humiliation he suffered at the hands of these people, especially in front of so many women. He wished he could kill them.
Jing Zhe continued with a smile, "Brother Wei, since they look down on you and think you wouldn't dare leave your calligraphy on the stone table, why don't you do the opposite and leave your calligraphy on the stone table to slap them in the face? What do you think, Brother Wei?"
"not good."
Fatty Wei quickly waved his hand, glanced at Jing Zhe, and said, "Brother, please don't harm me. If I really leave behind my calligraphy, it won't just be these people laughing at me. Then everyone in Jiangling City, even the whole world, will laugh at me! If my father finds out, he'll beat me to death when he gets home!"
"..."
After listening to Fatty Wei's words, Jing Zhe could only sigh that people in this world were still too simple-minded. If it were his time, as long as they could become famous, regardless of whether it was a good or bad reputation, everyone would be scrambling to get it! Some people would stop at nothing to become famous, which is truly admirable.
Jing Zhe smiled and shook his head, saying, "No, no! This poetry gathering should leave behind three pieces of calligraphy. According to Brother Wei, apart from Young Master Feng and Miss Lin, there is no one else in Jiangling City who can compare with them. So, the third piece of calligraphy, whether good or bad, doesn't matter. After all, what everyone really wants to see is the two of them. The third piece is just an extra, so it doesn't matter whether it's there or not."
Therefore, if Brother Wei dares to go up and leave his calligraphy, he will not only slap the faces of those who just laughed at him, but will also be praised for his courage! Besides, until the very end, who knows if Brother Wei's poem will surpass theirs?
"Yes!"
After hearing this, Fatty Wei's eyes lit up: "Brother, you're right. Apart from Young Master Feng and Miss Lin's poems, very few people can remember the third poem that is passed down from the poetry gathering every year. Even if they can remember it, they will forget it soon. It's just an extra."
Jing Zhe smiled and nodded: "That's right, that's exactly the point, which is why I suggested that Brother Wei give it a try—if I were ridiculed like that by so many people in public, I definitely wouldn't be able to stand it!"
After hearing this, Fatty Wei clenched his fists. These people had gone too far. He hadn't even said a word before they surrounded and attacked him. Now he understood why: they just wanted to show off in front of the young women around them!
However, while they made an appearance, it was they who slapped him in the face!
"Okay, I'll go write it!"
Fatty Wei raised his head, his face serious: "Regardless of whether it's good or bad, they certainly can't match this kind of courage!"
After saying that, Fatty Wei lifted his leg to walk forward, but Jing Zhe was startled and immediately stopped him.
"Brother Wei, what are you going to do?"
"Didn't you say you'd let me go up and leave my calligraphy?"
Fatty Wei looked at Jing Zhe with suspicion, finding it strange: You were the one who told me to go, so why are you asking me what I'm doing?
Jing Zhe was speechless after hearing this.
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