Swish, swish, swish!
Qin Haitian then unfolded the paper and quickly copied out the poem from his memory. He did not copy it completely, but changed the name of the city at the end. This was because the Jinguan City in the poem referred to the nickname of Chengdu in his previous life, and Huayang City did not have such a nickname, so it needed to be changed to Huayang City.
"This poem seems very ordinary! I seem to recognize all the words in it!" Wang Chao blinked.
"What do you mean by average? Can you write such a poem? Or do you know how to appreciate it?" Li Gan said unhappily, "This poem may not be the best of the bunch, but many of the so-called famous poems I've heard are no better than this!"
"Ahem, I'm just a rough guy who can only read a few words." Wang Chao looked embarrassed, then asked in surprise: "Is it really that good?"
"I have a certain level of appreciation and I feel it's very impressive! Except for Sun Yinglin, I feel that Mr. Yang's poems can beat anyone else's!" Li Gan said seriously.
"Sun Yinglin, is this person famous?" Qin Haitian asked in surprise while blowing dry the poem he had copied.
"This Sun Yinglin is very famous. He is known as the number one talent in our Huayang City!" Li Gan said with emotion, "Sun Yinglin came last time. Although he failed to become Miss Qingqing's lover, he won her praise. Moreover, Sun Yinglin is not only talented in writing, but also has a first-class talent in martial arts. He is not even thirty years old yet, but he is already a cultivator in the Tongxuan realm!"
"Yes, if he had not been so uninterested in officialdom, he would have been able to serve as an official in the imperial court, whether he chose the path of literature or martial arts. In fact, my prince is quite optimistic about Sun Yinglin. If the Sun family was not so prominent and did not allow Sun Yinglin, the legitimate son, to marry into the royal family, perhaps he would have become the son-in-law of our palace!"
"That's right. By the way, Sun Yinglin is also a good friend of the princess."
Qin Haitian: “…”
Qin Haitian didn't know how to complain about this.
But think about it, this is normal.
There is a saying that goes, an outstanding person has many outstanding friends.
No wonder Sun Yinglin could become the son of luck. Not only did he know Li Xiangning, he was also her good friend. If I were not here, he might even become the lover of the powerful and mysterious witch Xia Qiuyan. Even more, his luck value would soon soar into the sky, and he would become the true son of destiny in the future.
wrong.
At this time, a figure appeared in Qin Haitian's mind, it was Xiao Quan.
Xiao Quan and Sun Yinglin may or may not match up. It’s hard to say, because the direction of the story has changed because of my appearance.
.......
Not many people could compose a poem confidently on the spot. Some of them managed to write a poem, but after reading it, they just scratched their heads and were too embarrassed to present it to the audience, fearing that it would pollute Miss Qingqing's eyes.
But even so, in the end, about ten people wrote poems on the spot and submitted them. Those who submitted poems all looked at Sun Yinglin.
"Mr. Sun, can you tell me about the poem you just wrote?"
"Yes, the poem you wrote last time was praised by Miss Qingqing. Who knows, maybe you can become Miss Qingqing's lover this time. Let's appreciate it first."
"......"
Facing everyone's questions, Sun Yinglin smiled and said, "My poems are indeed better than last time. As for whether I can become Miss Qingqing's lover, I can only say that I hope so. But if Miss Qingqing is not satisfied, then I haven't done a good enough job. I will work harder in the future."
His dialogue was impeccable.
Through his words, everyone could feel his true feelings for Miss Qingqing.
Of course, if it were any other courtesans, they would not overestimate their own abilities and compete with Sun Yinglin, but Miss Qingqing was different. Everyone present was infatuated with Miss Qingqing, so naturally they would not want Sun Yinglin to become Miss Qingqing's lover. If possible, they all hoped that they could be the lucky one.
......
There is a spacious separate attic in Qingyun Tower. This is where Xia Qiuyan lives. In Qingyun Tower, only Xia Qiuyan has a separate attic. This also shows how much Qingyun Tower values Xia Qiuyan.
"Miss." The maid Xiaotao pushed open the door and walked in.
"How is it?" Xia Qiuyan was drinking tea in the elegantly decorated living room. She saw the maid Xiaotao walk in. She took a sip of tea, looked at the maid Xiaotao, and asked softly.
The maid Xiaotao actually has a certain ability to appreciate things.
"There were a total of ten young masters writing poems on the spot. I took a look on the way and only three of them were okay." The maid Xiao Tao handed all ten poems to Xia Qiuyan while she was talking. "Among these three, my favorite one is not only to the point, but also has a beautiful artistic conception!"
"Oh?" Xia Qiuyan was a little surprised. Her maid was the one with the highest literary attainments in Qingyun Tower. It must be extraordinary for her to receive such praise from her.
Then, Xia Qiuyan first checked the poems that even the maids didn't pay attention to. After reading them, she shook her head and without any hesitation, she put them on the charcoal fire for boiling tea not far away and burned them.
In the end, there were only three poems left, which were the three poems chosen by the maid Xiaotao.
She read one poem first. Although it was not bad, it was only slightly worth reading. After reading it, she had no interest in reading it a second time. So, she put it directly on the charcoal fire and burned it. Then she said to Xiao Tao: "The poem I just burned, you can give 100 taels of silver to the owner of the poem later."
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