Song Tangxue leaned closer and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't have acted so flamboyantly in front of so many people, attracting so much attention. You don't really think that in the poetry competition, whoever wears the brightest colors will win, do you?"
Song Tangxue casually left her side after uttering those words and walked deeper into the area. Song Tangli stood there, clenching her fists tightly. How dare she speak to her like that? She was clearly the Crown Princess, and Song Tangli was just a concubine!
"Let's go," Fang Jing said, appearing beside her unnoticed. Song Tangli grabbed his sleeve. "No matter what, we must get rid of Song Tangxue as soon as possible!"
She's a menace! If it weren't for her, my wish would have come true long ago!
The poetry gathering officially began, and a man dressed in black robes and waving a fan walked out from a platform. At first glance, he really did look a bit like Xie Qianzhong.
"Distinguished heroes and valiant individuals, you have come to this poetry gathering to discuss philosophy through poetry. Please make yourselves at home!"
The place is packed with people, and the petite Song Tangxue will not be noticed by anyone if she hides here.
"I knew you'd come." The woman in purple she'd seen at the brothel that day sat down next to her and downed a hearty gulp of wine. "Have you decided what poem you're going to write?"
"Why are you here too?"
"With such a lively scene today, I naturally had to come here to see what the people in the Dark Gate look like. I've heard people say that everyone in the Dark Gate looks quite fierce and menacing."
This might have disappointed her, after all, Fang Jing was a member of the Dark Gate, and he was quite handsome.
"I'll go first!" A scholar-looking man slammed his hand on the table. "Since you all have come here by chance, I, Lin, will compose a poem on this topic. I hope you will all enjoy it."
This person recited a poem in a very elegant and eloquent manner, winning a round of applause.
The atmosphere quickly became lively, and many people joined in the poetry recitation. Song Tangli, of course, couldn't stay idle either. She had come here specifically to be the champion: "This humble woman will also compose a poem. I wonder what everyone thinks?"
"The night's hue fills the hall like splashing water, its light dripping and drenching, bearing witness to the Nine Songs!"
Upon hearing this, everyone around was taken aback, for the poem itself was rich in imagery.
"This young lady is truly talented. I wonder whose daughter she is? I've never seen her before?"
"What a wonderful poem!"
Song Tangli sat down smugly and glanced at Song Tangxue. She had prepared the poem the day before, and there was absolutely no way that Song Tangxue could beat her.
"I am but a humble woman, with only a slight understanding of poetry. If you gentlemen wish to discuss poetry with me in the future, I would be more than happy to oblige."
At this moment, the person hiding in the shadows finally reached Song Tangxue: "Who is this woman?"
"It is the Crown Princess. I do not know why she has come here."
If the man had glanced at her with interest, he would have thought that this woman was truly interesting; she could compose a poem so brilliantly that even the most talented scholars couldn't compare.
"Call this woman over after the poetry gathering."
"yes."
If Fang Jing were present at this moment, he would recognize that this man is Wu Mingzhou, the leader of the Dark Gate.
The poetry gathering was still going on. Song Tangxue stared thoughtfully at the scene, holding her cup without saying a word. Song Tangli assumed that she was afraid.
"This humble woman dares to ask her elder sister to compose a poem."
Compared to the poems at the palace banquet, today's poems were much better. She was determined to embarrass Song Tangxue, so she naturally wouldn't let her off the hook. The girl in purple also realized that something was amiss and whispered, "Do you know that girl? Why did she ask you to compose a poem right away? It seems like you don't get along."
Of course they didn't get along. In his past life, she had even indirectly killed him. Since she wanted to stand out so much, he would let the name Song Tangli spread throughout the capital and let everyone know that she was an empty-headed good-for-nothing.
“Since you have said so, then I will naturally accompany you. You just composed a poem on the theme of night, so I will use the theme of day.” Song Tangxue and Jiang Douli revealed their stunningly beautiful faces before everyone, “As if seeing light, as if seeing color, the world is separated by yin and yang.”
The man hiding in the shadows heard this and his eyes lit up slightly. Although Song Tangli's poem was also a good poem, Song Tangxue's was even more poetic.
"There's no need to call that young lady over later. Let's call this woman in white into the house instead."
It was obvious that the girl was more intelligent, and he always liked to associate with smart people.
Seeing their reactions, Song Tangli knew she had lost again.
"I'll leave for a bit; I saw our boss over there."
Before Song Tangli could stop him, Fang Jing disappeared from his sight. Looking in that direction, he saw no one.
"Since my sister is willing to give me this opportunity, then I will compose another poem, hang music in the room, and let the sound of music resonate far away."
This statement also implies that no matter how much one pursues someone in their past life, that person will never turn around to look at them. On the other hand, if one turns around and looks, there might be someone who has been waiting for them just like they have.
The poetry gathering has officially ended, but many people are still not satisfied and have drawn their swords, wanting to test their skills against each other.
"If any of you wish to have a discussion with me, please come forward; I will be waiting for you here!"
"He must be from the secret sect."
“That’s right, that’s the real purpose of the Dark Gate this time. They want to select truly capable people to join the Dark Gate and become one of its members.” The girl in purple had been watching the excitement all day without participating, but judging from her words and actions, she seemed to have some connection with the Dark Gate.
"By the way, I don't even know your name, young lady." Song Tangxue looked her up and down, and the latter returned her gaze without any hesitation. "Just call me Yao Niang."
Yao Niang drew a soft sword from her waist, flipped forward, and pointed the sword at the man.
Just as Song Tangxue had suspected, this person was a trained martial artist, and quite skilled at it.
"Since you are so interested, young master, then I, Yao Niang, will accompany you!"
Almost everyone was pessimistic about Yao Niang. After all, a woman should not be good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting, let alone dealing with swords and knives. Song Tangxue could tell what they were thinking just by looking at their expressions.
They are truly a bunch of pedantic people.
"Very well, since you are so forthright, then I, Zheng, will not be outdone!"
The two began to spar, their moves so fast that many people couldn't even see them clearly, and were amazed at how good the girl's kung fu was.
In the end, Yao Niang won, truly proving that women are just as capable as men. It is believed that after the poetry gathering, Yao Niang's name will soon be known to others.
The person hiding in the shadows shook his head helplessly: "It's a pity that our Dark Sect doesn't recruit female disciples, otherwise this young lady would definitely have been recruited."
Fang, standing beside him, had also witnessed the entire scene: "Who is she?"
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