Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up: "Okay! Wang Xiucai, you go first!"
Wang Lang cleared his throat and recited: "It is well known that Liu is stingy. She spends every penny in two halves..." He got stuck after just two sentences.
Shen Weiwan laughed heartily and continued, "Liu is so stingy that she even buys tofu on credit. She's always trying to get a bargain, but in the end, it's all for nothing!"
"Good!" the people cheered in unison.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu quickly stood up and said, "Enough! Shen Weiwan, you only know how to say these vulgar words. If you have the ability, behave properly!"
"Serious?" Chen Weiwan raised an eyebrow, "Then I will write a poem called "Advising Liu Shi", you listen carefully——
'Liu has a crooked mind and her calculations are pitiful.
If you want a good reputation, change your heart as soon as possible.
Otherwise, one day, the whole family will be kicked! '"
When this poem came out, even the noble ladies upstairs couldn’t help laughing. Liu was so angry that she trembled all over, pointing at Shen Weiwan and unable to speak.
Seeing this, Shen Ruorou quickly stood up: "Chen Weiwan, you...you are going too far!"
"How did I lie?" Shen Weiwan tilted her head. "I'm telling the truth. My aunt withheld the servants' wages, and my cousin plagiarized poems. Aren't these facts true?"
"You..." Shen Ruoruo's face turned pale and she almost fainted.
At this moment, Xiao Yu's voice came from the stairs: "What are you arguing about? I heard it from far away."
Everyone turned around and saw Xiao Yu coming with a few guards, holding a booklet in his hand.
"Your Highness!" Liu seemed to have seen a savior, "You have come at the right time. Please judge the matter quickly. Shen Weiwan..."
"I've heard everything," Xiao Yu interrupted her, flipping through the book in his hand. "I think Miss Shen's poem is quite good. But Madam Liu," he paused, "this is the memorial I just received, alleging that you withheld military pay. Is that true?"
Liu's face turned pale instantly: "Your Highness, this... this is slander!"
"Slander?" Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow. "Then I'll have the Censorate investigate thoroughly."
Liu was so frightened that she no longer cared about the poetry party and wanted to leave by pulling Shen Ruorou.
"Aunt, don't go," Shen Weiwan shouted from behind, "Remember to invite me to the next poetry gathering. I also want to hear your 'stingy poem'!"
Liu stumbled and almost fell, and left the Yanyu Tower in embarrassment amid the laughter of the crowd.
Wang Lang looked at Shen Weiwan, his eyes full of admiration: "Teacher, you are truly a god! I admire you!"
"Okay, okay," Shen Weiwan waved her hand, "How's your jingle going?"
Wang Lang quickly pulled out his notebook and said, "Teacher, please take a look! I've collected quite a few poems over the past few days, and I've even composed a few myself..."
Xiao Yu watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that the 'Folk Poet Saint' of the capital is none other than you."
Shen Weiwan raised her chin proudly: "Of course!"
At this moment, Chuntao came running over with a note in her hand: "Miss, someone has come from the palace. The emperor wants you to come to the palace tomorrow. He wants to hear your stories of folk fun."
Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up: "The emperor summoned me again?"
Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow: "It seems that your doggerel will be sent to the palace."
"That's right!" Shen Weiwan said with a smile, "When I enter the palace, I will definitely compose a few more wonderful poems for the emperor, so that he can't stop laughing!"
Looking at Shen Weiwan's confident smile, Xiao Yu's eyes flashed with tenderness. He knew that this woman was destined to stir up even greater waves in this capital. And he would always be by her side, watching her laugh, watching her make trouble, watching her trample those scoundrels under her feet.
Outside the Misty Rain Tower, the people were still singing a new jingle: "Shen Dacai is really awesome, showing off her skills at the poetry gathering. The sour scholar became the emperor's apprentice and praised her, and Liu trembled when she saw her!"
At this moment in the Liu Mansion, Liu was throwing things in front of the mirror: "Chen Weiwan! Xiao Yu! I won't let you go!"
Shen Ruorou whispered beside him: "Mother, what should we do now? Uncle said that the emperor really seems to want to investigate us..."
A fierce glint flashed in Liu's eyes: "Investigate! At worst, we'll both die! I just don't believe I can't defeat a little bitch!"
A new storm seemed to be brewing quietly. But Shen Weiwan was not afraid. She knew that no matter what tricks Liu played, she had the confidence to resolve them one by one. After all, she was the Shen Weiwan who could turn her life into a joke!
The next day, Shen Weiwan followed Xiao Yu into the palace. On the way, she couldn't help but ask: "Your Highness, the emperor summoned me this time, is he going to punish me?"
Xiao Yu raised an eyebrow: "Punishment? The emperor said yesterday that your poems reminded him of folk stories and that he wanted to appoint you as 'Folk Poetry Attendant'."
"Folk Poetry Waiting for an Imperial Appointment?" Shen Weiwan's eyes lit up. "Sounds impressive!"
"Of course I am," Xiao Yu said with a smile, "From now on, you will be the emperor's 'happy fruit'."
The two chatted and laughed, and soon arrived at the palace. When the emperor saw Shen Weiwan, his face was indeed full of smiles: "Shen Aiqing, I heard that you have written a lot of good poems again?"
Shen Weiwan bowed and said, "Your Majesty, your compliments are too kind. They are just some catchy rhymes."
"Great rhymes!" the emperor laughed heartily. "Much more interesting than those sour Confucian poems! Quick, read a few to me!"
Shen Weiwan cleared her throat and read: "The emperor sits on the dragon throne, busy with state affairs every day. If you are tired, listen to Weiwan's poems..."
The emperor laughed so hard that even the eunuch next to him couldn't help but chuckle.
At this moment, Minister Liu stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I think Miss Shen's poem, while interesting, is ultimately not worthy of being worthy of highbrow poetry. I'm afraid it might mislead Your Majesty..."
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