Shen Weiwan blinked her innocent eyes and tilted her head and said, "Chamber pot? How difficult is that?"
Li Congwen was stunned. He didn't expect her to agree so readily: "Then... please teach me, Miss Shen."
Shen Weiwan cleared her throat and deliberately dragged out her tone: "Okay, then I'll show my ugliness——"
She paused, then suddenly opened her mouth:
"The chamber pot is made of mud,
Big belly and thin neck.
Squatting in the corner during the day,
Tonight, dress up..."
"Stop!" Li Congwen's face flushed. "Miss Shen! Poetry is an elegant thing, how can it be so vulgar!"
Shen Weiwan blinked and pretended to be aggrieved: "Didn't Master Li ask for the chamber pot as the theme? My poem is 'realistic'!"
"You..." Li Congwen was so angry that he couldn't speak. "Such vulgar words are worthy of being called poetry?"
"Oh?" Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow, "Then according to Master Li, how should the chamber pot be included in the poem?"
Li Congwen stroked his beard proudly, shook his head and said, "I think it should be based on the artistic conception of 'although the tool is humble, it has great capacity'..."
"Come on!" Shen Weiwan interrupted him, "To put it bluntly, isn't it just a pot for urine? Master Li insists on being so sour and jealous. I'm afraid he hasn't even seen what a chamber pot looks like?"
The whole audience burst into laughter. Li Congwen's face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to blue. He pointed at Shen Weiwan and was speechless. Liu's smile froze on her face, and Shen Ruorou wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Xiao Yu was watching with great interest and suddenly said, "Miss Shen's poem may be vulgar, but it wins because it is 'real'. But Master Li, he is full of nonsense but doesn't even understand common sense. It's a bit..."
He hadn't finished speaking, but it was enough to make Li Congwen feel ashamed. Li Congwen glared at Shen Weiwan hatefully and left in anger.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu quickly tried to smooth things over: "Oh, Master Li may be tired, Wanwan, don't mind..."
"Of course I don't mind," Shen Weiwan smiled like a cat stealing fish, "but aunt, you just said that I can't even pronounce 'goose goose goose', how about I read it to you now?"
She cleared her throat and said in a baby voice:
"Geese, geese, geese,
Singing with my neck bent towards the sky.
White hair floats on green water,
The red palm stirs the clear waves."
After finishing reading, he tilted his head and asked Liu: "Aunt, am I reading it correctly? Is it better than your sister Ruorou?"
Liu's face turned red and white, and Shen Ruorou was so angry that she was shaking all over. The noble ladies around her could no longer hold back and laughed out loud.
Xiao Yu looked at Shen Weiwan's proud look, and the smile in his eyes deepened. He picked up the teacup to hide the upward curve of his mouth, but thought in his heart: This girl really did not disappoint me.
Shen Weiwan didn't notice his gaze, she was only concerned with winking at Chuntao. Chuntao understood and quietly stepped aside, and soon came back with a tray covered with a red cloth.
"Miss, your 'props' are here." Chuntao said, unveiling the red cloth.
There was a... chamber pot on the tray?!
Chen Weiwan picked up the chamber pot and smiled at Liu: "Aunt, since Mr. Li is gone, why don't you write a poem with this chamber pot? That way, everyone can see your 'elegance'."
Liu almost fainted when she saw the shiny chamber pot. She screamed, "Chen Weiwan! You...you deliberately humiliated me!"
"Humiliation?" Shen Weiwan pretended to be surprised, "I learned this 'elegant thing' from Mr. Li! Didn't my aunt say that I should 'perform well'?"
The noble ladies around laughed so hard that even the Taifu's wife couldn't help but cover her mouth with a handkerchief. Liu couldn't stay any longer and hurried away with her face covered. Shen Ruorou also hurriedly followed.
“Look,” Shen Weiwan put down the chamber pot and clapped her hands, “I said there would be a ‘surprise’.”
Xiao Yu looked at her and suddenly said, “Miss Shen, I find you are becoming more and more interesting.”
Shen Weiwan raised her eyebrows: “Oh? Your Highness, are you praising me?”
"Of course." Xiao Yu's gaze fell on her face, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness. "I am looking forward to what 'surprises' you will bring next."
Shen Weiwan felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, and quickly changed the subject: “By the way, Your Highness, your Osmanthus Duck…”
"Here it is," Xiao Yu pushed the food box over, "but I have a condition."
"What conditions?"
Xiao Yu leaned closer, his voice low and magnetic: "After the poetry meeting, this king would like to invite Miss Shen... to the Seventh Prince's Mansion to 'appreciate the moonlight'."
Shen Weiwan's heart skipped a beat, and her face felt a little hot. She looked at the smile in Xiao Yu's eyes, and suddenly felt that this poetry meeting had more "surprises" than she had imagined.
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