Watching the maid Xiao Tao go out to announce the result, Xia Qiuyan carefully admired the two poems again, and whispered to herself: "Sun Yinglin, your poems are good, but unfortunately, they are still far behind Qin Tian's poems! If it weren't for Qin Tian's poems, considering your proficiency in both literature and martial arts, before I left, maybe I would have let you become my lover, but now, I'm sorry."
After saying this, she placed Sun Yinglin's poem on the charcoal fire and lit it.
Although the other party's poem was good and made her eyes light up, it was not worth collecting.
......
In the hall of Qingyun Tower.
Some young masters didn't even compose a poem, so they found other girls they liked, and drank and had fun together at the wine table in the hall. Some went to the rooms to exchange relevant postures and skills with the girls they liked. More people were waiting for Miss Qingqing's maid to reply, wanting to see the excitement that would follow.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the maid Xiaotao walked out gracefully.
"Miss Xiaotao."
Many people called the maid Xiaotao by her name.
"This time, the poems written by three people caught the young lady's eye. And the first one will become the young lady's lover." The maid Xiaotao said with a smile.
As soon as these words came out.
“This time, someone actually got what they wanted!”
"Who could it be?"
"It can't be Sun Yinglin!"
"This is probably the case. After all, Sun Yinglin is a very talented poet!"
"It's hard to say. Sun Yinglin is indeed a talented writer, but it's just a poem. He may not be the winner! After all, he may not perform well!"
Those who wrote poems were all excited. Last time, only Sun Yinglin performed well, but this time there were three, so their chances would be much greater. Sun Yinglin was all smiles. If anyone could become Miss Qingqing's lover, who else could it be but me?
In Huayang City, Sun Yinglin considers himself the second most talented writer among the younger generation, and no one dares to claim to be the first.
"The third place is Xu Lu, and my lady will give him 100 taels as a writing fee." Xiao Tao announced the third place candidate with a smile.
"Miss Xiaotao, I don't want the writing fee. I wonder if I can meet with Miss Qingqing alone and talk to her for a few words." The young man named Xu Lu asked nervously.
"Sorry, there is no such rule." Xiao Taoqian shook his head apologetically.
Xu Lu sighed helplessly and took the one hundred taels of silver as a fee.
“I wonder who’s the second place?”
"Anyway, I don't think it will be Sun Yinglin. Well, I have to say, Sun Yinglin has come here many times, and finally he got what he wanted!"
"I think it's him. We all know his talent, and he has been recognized by Miss Qingqing many times before. He can be the first this time, which can be said to be what he wanted!"
"......"
"But Xu Lu's talent is already very good, but he only got third place. Who will be the second place?"
"Maybe it's me, but I hope I'm first, not second! Who says Sun Yinglin's poems are definitely better than mine?" One of the young men said with a smile, waving a folding fan.
"You? It's not like I didn't see your poem just now. It's just so-so, not even as good as my masterpiece." Someone sneered.
"Not as good as you? How shameless!"
"I want to be the first! As for second place, who cares?"
Just when everyone was whispering and talking, and some were even arguing with each other, the maid Xiaotao spoke up.
"The second place winner, Sun Yinglin, will receive two hundred taels of silver as a reward!"
Sun Yinglin was originally curious about who would be the second. Of course, as long as it wasn't him, it would be fine. But when he heard what the maid Xiaotao said, he felt like he was struck by lightning.
"How could it be? How could I be second?" Sun Yinglin was shocked and unbelievable.
At this moment, many people were extremely shocked. Sun Yinglin was known as the most talented man in Huayang County and one of hundreds of people in the brothel. How could there be someone whose poetry level was higher than his?
The few young men who had previously thought they could get first place were all excited.
"I told you that I was the first, but you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now? When I was writing the poem, I felt that it was the best poem I had written in all these years!"
"Humph, it's me. You'll know in a moment. When I was writing poetry just now, I was inspired by God and my thoughts flowed like a spring. You can't compete with me! You losers, envy me, be jealous of me. Soon I will become Miss Qingqing's lover!"
There were a few young men whose poetic talent was not as good as Sun Yinglin's, but they were all very excited, thinking that they would get what they wanted.
Although Wang Chao and Li Gan read Qin Haitian's poems and thought they were good, they did not think that Qin Haitian could surpass a great talent like Sun Yinglin, so they never thought that Qin Haitian could become the winner.
Sun Yinglin received the two hundred taels of writing fee with a frustrated look on his face, and gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Xiaotao, I wonder who I lost to? I want to know the other person's poem, is that okay?"
"I will announce the first place and the poem that won first right away!" The maid Xiao Tao smiled and said, "Master, please leave first!"
Sun Yinglin retreated in anger, his eyes sharp as torches as he glanced at those candidates who thought they had won. He had assessed those people's poetic talents and they were simply not comparable to him. Could it be that this time it was really as they said, that their inspiration was flowing like a spring, and they suddenly came up with excellent poems?
It's not impossible.
Some people have average literary talent, but when they suddenly get inspiration, they can write a poem that far exceeds their usual level!
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