Do You Know?: Rule the World.

Chapter 28 Wulingchun

"Wei Xing Shou is the top star of Guangyuntai. Not only is his appearance stunning, but his talent is even greater than Xie Daoyun's."

"He was still a courtesan, selling his art but not his body. His song Wulingchun was famous throughout the capital."

"The grandson of the Duke of Ling once spent a thousand taels of silver at Guangyuntai, but still failed to win a smile from Wei Xingshou."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is really interesting. I have never seen such a proud woman."

Gu Tingye shrugged, a playful smile on his lips.

Zhao Han took over the conversation, "So Zhong Huai brought me to see this Wei Xingtou?"

"Brother Zhao, since you're new here, you might not know this. Today is Wei Xingtou's birthday. Anyone who has been to Guangyuntai knows that she loves talented scholars the most."

"Every year on her birthday, Governor Wei Xing would ask everyone to compose a poem. No matter if they were from humble backgrounds or high-ranking officials, as long as the poem caught her eye, they could enter the elegant pavilion and drink with her."

"Last year, a sour scholar composed a good poem, but Wei Xingshou only poured him a glass of wine. I really don't know what kind of poem would win her favor."

Gu Tingye patted Zhao Han's shoulder warmly and said, "Brother Zhao, you are very talented in poetry. Why don't you write another poem today?"

"If I'm lucky enough to catch the eye of Wei Xingtou, I can also take advantage of you, Brother Zhao, and drink and have fun with her!"

Zhao Han had no great interest in Wei Xingshou and was about to decline.

But not far away, there was an elegant pavilion with a pearl curtain lightly lifted and the sound of rings and jewelry jingling.

The laughter in the room suddenly stopped and everyone looked up.

I saw Wei Xingshou wearing a smoky green brocade skirt with floating light. She had a graceful figure, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like autumn water.

There are only a few exquisite hairpins in the high bun, which makes her hair look simple yet charming.

"Brother Zhao, this is Wei Xingzu, isn't he stunning?"

As he spoke, Gu Tingye's eyes were dull as he stared straight at Wei Xingtou.

Zhao Han nodded and said, "No wonder she has the confidence to sell her art instead of her body even though she is in such a brothel."

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time." Wei Xingshou's voice was clear and pleasant, slowly floating into everyone's ears.

"Today, as in previous years, those with the greatest poetic talent may enter the elegant pavilion and drink together."

As soon as the words fell, the whole hall was in an uproar.

Many young talents and wealthy young men are ready to try, and they have been racking their brains and thinking hard a few days ago.

I just hope that I can speak eloquently today, make a splash, and win the favor of Chief Wei.

"Brother Zhao, you can do it!" Gu Tingye couldn't help but cheer for Zhao Han.

Before Zhao Han could answer.

Then Wei Xingshou turned around gracefully and entered the elegant pavilion. The pearl curtain was half rolled up, the candlelight was dancing, and the graceful figure of the beauty could be vaguely seen.

Outside the elegant pavilion, only her personal maid Huichun was standing there.

In just a cup of tea, more than ten people had submitted their poems, but they were all rejected one by one by Wei Xingshou, who gently waved his round fan.

Some of them sat at the table, sighing and bowing their heads, while others were secretly dissatisfied, but no one dared to question it.

At this time, a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding a folding fan, but with a slightly shifty look, shouted loudly: "Captain Wei, please listen to me!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, attracting everyone's attention.

He was seen shaking his head and chanting: "The stone looks big from a distance, and it is a big stone when you look closely. It is a really big stone, the stone is really big..."

The air in the hall was stagnant for a moment, and then it erupted into deafening laughter.

A scholar in fine clothes burst into laughter, oblivious to the fact that his folding fan had fallen to the ground. He pounded the table with his fist as he laughed, exclaiming, "What kind of poetry is this? Even a kid with a bun on the street could write better!" The young master retorted, "What do you common folk know? This is called returning to simplicity, true skill appearing clumsy—the very essence of the Great Way..."

Before he could finish, Huichun frowned and said, "Who is this bastard? He's disturbing my wife's birthday. Get him out of here!"

Two burly women came over and carried him out, one on the left and one on the right.

He still refused to give up and struggled, shouting, "Master Wei, if I can't write about stones, I can still write about snow, flowers, and spring..."

Seeing this, all the guests in the room burst into laughter.

After the surroundings returned to silence, Wei Xingtou's voice quietly rang out, "Excuse me for making fun of you all, but is there any other young man willing to write a poem next?"

Gu Tingye stretched out his hand and lowered it to Zhao Han, "Brother Zhao, are you ready?"

Zhao Han glanced at him, took the paper and pen from Chang Qing's hand, wrote something quickly, and then handed it to Gu Tingye with a calm expression.

Gu Tingye only glanced down quickly, then took a step forward with his head held high and chest puffed out, shouting, "There's more here!"

"Hey, isn't this Gu Jia Erlang?"

"He's also going to write poetry. I'm afraid it's in the same vein as the one about stones I just wrote!"

"Hush, keep your voice down. This guy is the most reckless. If you make him angry, you might get beaten up."

"..."

Several guests were whispering to each other, casting contemptuous glances at Gu Tingye from time to time, and of course at Zhao Han as well.

In their eyes, anyone who could drink at the same table with Gu Tingye must be a playboy who only knew how to fight cocks and run errands all day long.

Inside the elegant pavilion, Wei Xingtou also had a look of surprise on his face.

Everyone in Bianjing City has long known what kind of person Gu Tingye is.

"Ahem... ahem..." Gu Tingye trusted Zhao Han very much. He cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "If life could only be like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions immediately changed from sarcasm to surprise, and several older scholars even straightened up suddenly.

"It's easy to change the hearts of old friends, yet they say the hearts of old friends are easily changed. After the conversation at Mount Li, the night is half over, and the tears will never stop even if the rain and the bell ring."

The hall fell silent again. The few candidates who had mocked Gu Tingye the loudest just now turned pale and blue in the face as if they had swallowed a fly, and they could hardly hold the wine cups in their hands.

"Hurry, keep reading!" An old man with white beard couldn't help but urge.

Gu Tingye snorted softly, looked around, and said loudly: "How about the unfaithful man in brocade clothes, who made a wish to be together forever."

"What a wonderful saying, but it says that the hearts of old friends are easily changed..."

Inside the elegant pavilion, Wei Xingshou murmured, his tone filled with indescribable melancholy.

"Erlang, did you really write this poem?" Liang Han, the sixth son of the Earl of Yongchang, looked at Gu Tingye in shock.

He was a playboy by nature and was greedy for beauty. Seeing a scene like today, he would still come over even if Mrs. Wu broke his legs.

Some people also swore, "I absolutely do not believe that this poem was written by Gu Erlang."

Gu Tingye looked at everyone calmly and said frankly: "This poem is indeed not written by me."

He stepped aside and raised his hand to signal the person beside him, "This poem was written by Zhao Han, the man next to me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the person who had questioned him immediately revealed a smug look and sneered, "Ah! I knew it! When has there ever been such talent in you, Gu Erlang?"

Several eyes also turned to Zhao Han.

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