The maid brought Chunxiu to the Ninth Princess and whispered something to her. The Ninth Princess, Yu Wenjun, was also startled. She looked at Chunxiu and asked, "Are you Fu Xiaoguan's maid?"
Chunxiu pinched the hem of her clothes, pursed her lips and nodded.
"Why didn't your son come?"
"My master said he was truly sorry and that he had something very important to attend to... He said that I, the servant, would express his apology and that he would apologize again if there was a chance in the future."
"that's all?"
"Oh, no..." Chunxiu took out the piece of paper from her sleeve and handed it to Yu Wenyun. She added, "Although my master can't come, he wrote a poem and asked me to deliver it to you. I hope you ladies will like it."
At this moment, the huge four-story building was completely silent.
Many people knew that the Prince's Mansion had sent an invitation to the Fu family, and many people also hoped to see Fu Xiaoguan here. Because various rumors about Fu Xiaoguan were now flooding the huge Linjiang City.
Some people say that he was the god of literature who came down to earth and wrote poems.
Some people also say that he plagiarized other people's poems for fame and reputation.
But in everyone's mind, Fu Xiaoguan must have been a dandy young man, a representative of being uneducated and idle. But now, suddenly everyone knows that he has written some remarkable lyrics, which are even being sung among the people. This contrast is really big. So, if you see him here with your own eyes, you will know what he is like.
No one expected that Fu Xiaoguan would not come.
So Fu Xiaoguan asked an expert to write for him and copied two poems, which accounted for the vast majority of the opinions.
Just when everyone was about to make a final judgment, he sent a maid with a poem... What did he want to do?
What kind of poem is this?
All eyes fell on Yu Wenjun, including Liu Jingxing and the other two.
Yu Wenjun frowned as he took the paper. Like all those who saw Fu Xiaoguan's handwriting for the first time, this shabby handwriting was really unbearable to the eyes!
But then, her brows relaxed.
She opened her red lips slightly and recited it slowly.
"Drunk Tonight
Tonight's stars and tonight's wind, west of the painted building and east of the forest.
Although we don’t have the wings of a phoenix, our hearts are connected.
Warm summer wine is passed from seat to seat, and the candles are lit as we play shooting games.
Alas, I hear the drum and go to work, my horse galloping to the Lanting Pavilion feels like rolling tumbleweed.
There is silence at this moment.
Yu Wenjun slowly raised his head, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and remained silent.
People standing nearby heard the poem that Yu Wenyun recited, but they were silent because they could not make any sound because the poem was too high, so high that they could not even touch it.
I can only silently recite in my heart... Although I don't have the wings of a phoenix, our hearts are connected...
People standing a little further away, such as Liu Jingxing and others, did not hear the poem recited by Yu Wenjun, but they felt an inexplicable weight because of the silence.
It was like a huge rock pressing on their chests, making it difficult for them to even breathe.
Yu Wenjun opened her eyes, a soft look in them. She looked at Chunxiu and asked softly, "We may not have the wings of a phoenix, but our hearts are connected... When your young master wrote this poem, did you know who he was writing it for?"
Chunxiu had been observing the scene, and her heart gradually calmed down. The young master's poetry was indeed amazing!
She raised her neck, quite proudly, and replied, "At that time, I asked the young master, who is this telepathic connection between you and me?"
"How did your young master answer?"
"My young master said, of course it's Miss Dong Shulan."
"……oh……"
Yu Wenjun took the poem and walked onto the center stage. Her gaze swept over the crowd, and she raised the page in her hand and said, "This is a poem written by Fu Xiaoguan. He had important matters to attend to, so he sent his maid to bring it here. Now, let me read it to you."
Liu Jingxing and the other two took a few steps forward, and many people gathered in front of the stage, including Fan Duoer and Bai Qiu.
No one realized that Fu Xiaoguan had only written two poems, but they had already brought great pressure to the talented people in Linjiang.
But for a woman like Fan Duoer who lives in a brothel, she is extremely eager for Fu Xiaoguan's poems.
This is not a question of talented men and beautiful women, but a question of how to spread the word.
Being able to sing Fu Xiaoguan's poems first is a sign of one's identity and status in this field.
Under everyone's anxious gaze, Yu Wenjun spoke again.
"Tonight's stars, tonight's wind, west of the painted building, east of the forest.
Even though we don’t have the wings of a phoenix, we still have a telepathic connection…”
…
Tang Shuyu drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, went to the small table alone, poured another glass, and drank it in one gulp.
Liu Jingxing didn't move at all, he was stunned.
Yu Yunqi laughed at himself, "What a telepathic connection... From now on, he will be the most talented person in Linjiang."
Yu Wenjun was about to leave the stage when a voice suddenly rang out from below: "I think this is still not the work of Fu Xiaoguan!"
She looked towards the source of the voice. It was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his face was full of anger.
"You're all from Linjiang, and I don't believe you don't know what kind of person Fu Xiaoguan is! My cousin used to hang out with Fu Xiaoguan, and he can't write poetry at all, let alone the Four Books and Five Classics. Putting aside his character, just speaking of poetry, do you believe that someone who has never written poetry could suddenly produce masterpieces? Is there such a person in the world? Even those operas wouldn't dare to write like this!"
The crowd began to whisper, gradually there were voices of agreement, and gradually there were voices of condemnation, and the most powerful voice was: Since Fu Xiaoguan is so talented, why didn't he dare to participate despite being invited several times, including this Shanglin Poetry Meeting!
This is also the question that Yu Wenyun is puzzled about.
Poetry gatherings were very popular in the Dayu Dynasty. The Dayu Dynasty was founded on military power and governed by culture. Over the past two hundred years, the literary style had already flourished. Even in the temple, civil officials had surpassed military officials.
For scholars, participating in a poetry meeting is an extremely meaningful thing. It can make them famous, allow them to meet more literati, integrate into the literati circle, etc. There is no reason for them not to participate. So why didn't Fu Xiaoguan come?
The crowd gradually became excited, their voices grew louder, and what they said became increasingly difficult to hear. Yu Wenjun was about to stop them when he saw Fu Xiaoguan rushing up angrily.
Chunxiu is very angry!
My young master is not someone you bastards can slander!
She put her hands on her hips and yelled, "Shut up!"
Then, everyone in the room really shut up.
Chunxiu stretched out a hand and waved it forward, pulling a large group of people.
"You... are all garbage!"
"Let me tell you, my young master is not only a master of poetry, but he's also writing books. How can you, a bunch of losers, compare to him?"
After saying that, she rushed down again in anger, walked straight to the door, opened it suddenly, walked out, and slammed it shut again, her chest heaving as she walked away quickly.
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