"You poor wretch, go buy yourself some clothes, so you don't end up with nothing presentable to wear when you mooch off your classmates."
She looked down at the wailing scholar, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Tsk tsk tsk... Shameful."
After speaking, he ignored Lieutenant Li's angry glare and strode away.
Instead of going downstairs, they came to the wall inscribed with poems.
A desk and writing implements are set up on the side, so that guests can leave their poems for everyone to appreciate and see if they can be included in the list.
Helian Chaolu picked up her brush, dipped it in ink, and instead of writing on the paper, she wrote directly on the white wall.
"presumptuous!"
Eventually, someone couldn't resist rushing forward, but as they got closer, their steps slowed down.
"In my drunken stupor, I pick up my lamp to examine my sword; in my dreams, I hear the bugles echoing through the camps."
With just two sentences, everyone stood frozen in place as if their feet were rooted to the spot.
This poem...
"Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among the troops, fifty strings of music resound beyond the border, and the autumn review of troops is held on the battlefield."
More and more people flocked over, including the young scholar's classmates.
The atmosphere of shared hatred and righteous indignation instantly froze, and even breathing became unconsciously quiet.
After the last line, "Poor thing, your hair has turned white," fell to the ground, Helian Chaolu casually threw down the wolf-hair brush in her hand.
This pen is fine for writing on paper, but it's not suitable for writing on a wall.
The characters are written large, but too thin, as ugly as a skinny bamboo pole.
But no one cares about that now; many people are muttering to themselves, silently reciting the newly written poems.
Finally, everyone fell silent.
Helian Chaolu clapped her hands. "How about it? Can my poem be rated three levels?"
He grinned broadly, just as lively and cheerful as when he first stepped into Fengjing.
“If you utter a single word of dissent, I will leave immediately and never set foot in this damned Songtao Pavilion again in my life.”
The shopkeeper had actually arrived long ago, but he had been hiding at the top of the stairs. Hearing this, his heart skipped a beat.
He must understand poetry, otherwise he wouldn't be in this business.
After reading it silently, one realizes that if this girl were to leave, Songtao Pavilion would become a laughing stock.
He quickly took two steps forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Miss Helian is truly talented. Please come up to the third floor!"
Helian Chaolu raised her head, ignoring the dumbfounded onlookers, and climbed the stairs.
But halfway there, he turned back and sighed.
"I have been in the Northwest for a long time and have heard many times about the outstanding talent of the Second Princess of Shuofeng. I am ashamed of my own inferiority."
If the talented scholar from Fengjing only possessed this level of skill, he would have been chosen as the top scholar in the imperial examinations...
"In the fourteenth year of the Taiwei era, just wait to be nailed to the pillar of shame!"
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