Everyone came to their senses.
"Oh my God, Mr. Zhao, you, you, you are simply a poet!" Fu Liqing said excitedly, looking at Zhao Lin with brilliance in her beautiful eyes.
Zhao Lin smiled slightly: "Miss Fu, you are so kind."
"well!"
With a long sigh, Bai Shicheng bowed to Zhao Lin dejectedly and walked away without looking back.
"Mr. Bai?" Zhao Lin was surprised.
Even if I wrote a poem that he would never be able to surpass in his lifetime, there would be no need to do this, right?
Someone explained with a smile, "Mr. Bai knew Miss Fu would come, but he did his homework. What a pity."
Zhao Lin was stunned.
No wonder Bai Shicheng was so against me. I thought he was the organizer of this poetry meeting. So this is the problem.
Zhao Lin looked at Fu Liqing, who blushed and said, "I'm not familiar with him."
"What does Miss Fu need to explain?" someone teased.
Everyone burst into laughter.
Fu Liqing stamped his feet and became even more embarrassed.
Suddenly, a girl rushed over and stuffed a handkerchief into Zhao Lin's hand, then ran away quickly with a blushing face.
Laughter rang out all around, and many people went to see Fu Liqing.
Fu Liqing feigned anger and said, "Why are you looking at me? It has nothing to do with me."
When a woman offers a man a handkerchief as a gift, it means she is interested in him.
Zhao Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"After today, the names of those who know shame and then have courage and Yong Liu will be known throughout the world."
Someone said loudly.
Zhao Lin's poem shocked the whole audience. No one questioned him anymore. The atmosphere of the poetry reading became cheerful and some people began to get close to Zhao Lin and toast him.
Zhao Lin said modestly, "I am a humble student. I only have some ability in writing poetry. I cannot compare with your talent. Please give me more guidance. Please give me more guidance."
Seeing how humble he was, everyone admired him even more.
Even the ladies around Zhao Mingxiao were amazed.
Liu Yuan said, "I never thought that an orphan like Mr. Zhao could be so talented and humble. It's truly rare."
Another young lady sighed, "Yes, now that Ode to the Willow has appeared, I feel that all the previous poems about willows are completely vulgar."
The third lady said, "It won't be long before everyone in Shengjing will be reciting this poem about the willow."
The fourth young lady said firmly, "Not only in Shengjing, but I dare say that everyone in the world will recite this poem in the future. Master Zhao's name will also be passed down through the ages along with this poem."
Everyone nodded.
Zhao Mingxiao felt uncomfortable listening to these words and wished they would shut up.
This kind of stuff, do you think it will be passed down through the ages?
It is possible that it will be passed down through the ages, but it is very likely to be a bad reputation.
Even if she beat Zhao Mingxiao to death, she would not believe that Zhao Lin could write such a poem.
In her impression, Zhao Lin was still that timid and annoying guy who could barely read or write.
Don't they hate him because he's so bad?
If he had behaved one tenth as well as he did today, I wouldn't have treated him like that.
Liu Yuan suddenly said, "Qian'er, since you think so highly of Mr. Zhao, why don't you choose him?"
The young lady named Qian'er sighed and said, "Young Master Zhao is both talented and handsome. He is indeed a perfect match. It's a pity that he is an orphan!"
The ladies nodded.
Except for those who are already married like Zhao Mingxiao, all the girls who come here want to find a suitable marriage partner.
In their opinion, Zhao Lin is good in every way except his family background. Families of the fifth rank and above will not want a son-in-law like him unless he can pass the imperial examination and become the top scholar.
And who of those who can sit here has a poor family background?
Zhao Lin went behind a bush to hide from the alcohol, but when he looked up he saw a figure he didn't want to see.
"What a fucking bad luck!" Zhao Lin said angrily. "Why do I keep running into you guys everywhere?"
Zhao Mingxiao stared at Zhao Lin and said through gritted teeth, "That poem was written by someone else, right?"
Zhao Lin was stunned.
He really couldn't imagine where Zhao Mingxiao got such a great imagination that he could actually guess that it was written by someone else.
Unfortunately, she only guessed half of it.
Seeing Zhao Lin's expression, Zhao Mingxiao thought he had guessed correctly and said, "Humph, who are you? They don't know, but I do. You're just an unlearned waste. Even Chen Han can't write the Golden Lotus or the Ode to the Willow. How can you?"
"Go apologize to them right now and admit that you copied the poem from someone else, or you'll never be able to go home again."
"Yes, just say it was copied from Chen Han. He is one of the Seven Young Masters and has a famous teacher as his mentor. It's normal for him to write such a poem."
Zhao Lin looked at Zhao Mingxiao like a fool and asked, "Did all of you Zhao family members get kicked in the head by a donkey?"
Zhao Mingxiao was furious and said, "Go over there right now, don't make me force you. You know, if your behavior is exposed, it will bring shame to the Marquis' Mansion. Father and Mother will lose face, and we will all be embarrassed too."
Zhao Lin said impatiently, "Go ahead and tell me."
Zhao Lin turned and left.
It's so unlucky that I can't even get some peace and quiet.
Zhao Mingxiao's face was gloomy. She wanted to take action, but there were too many people at the scene. If the noise was too loud, people would know that Zhao Lin was the biological son of the Zhenbei Marquis and her younger brother.
Absolutely not allowed!
No wonder my mother insisted on bringing him back to the Marquis' Mansion. He would really get into trouble if he stayed outside.
Zhao Mingxiao has ordered people to go back to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion to call for help. After the show is over, quietly capture Zhao Lin and send him back to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, never letting him out again.
Then it was announced that this poem was written by Zhao Chenhan.
Yes, didn’t the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion catch a thief some time ago? They said he stole Zhao Chenhan’s poems.
Zhao Mingxiao was satisfied with his perfect plan and was no longer so annoyed. He went back to drink tea quietly.
In the afternoon, the poetry reading finally ended.
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