The most romantic little emperor

Zhu Yongkang looked around and slowly said in the expectation of everyone: "Dear distinguished guests, our auction house has carefully prepared two auction feasts tonight, and the items auctioned are all extraordinary items."

"The first auction item is a poem. Before that, I will invite a mysterious guest to appear. Please wait with bated breath."

As soon as these words were spoken, the guests in the audience immediately started talking.

"Tsk, I thought it was some rare treasure. It turns out it's just a few paintings. What's so special about it? In my storeroom, there are so many things like this piled up like a mountain."

"Yes, I think the first auction house in Beijing is just a name. They dare to auction all kinds of things, which is really disappointing."

"..."

At this moment, a cry of surprise interrupted everyone's discussion, "Look! That mysterious guest is actually Mr. Wang Zhenqing himself! Mr. Zhu's move is truly extraordinary, to have invited such a great figure to the scene!"

"What did you say? Mr. Wang? The master of calligraphy and painting, Mr. Wang Zhenqing?"

Everyone fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on the stage. They saw an old man with a lively look, walking steadily and calmly like a pine tree, slowly entering everyone's sight.

Zhu Yongkang took a step forward, bowed, and shook hands with the old man. Then he turned to the crowd, his eyes flashing with admiration, and introduced in a gentle and solemn tone: "Dear guests, I believe many of you have recognized this old man who still looks so elegant."

"Yes, he is the master of the calligraphy world in Beijing, known as the number one calligrapher in Daxia. He is also one of the three great cultural treasures of Beijing and the head of Jingsi Academy - Mr. Wang Zhenqing."

"We are honored to have Mr. Wang here tonight. It is truly an honor for our humble home. Next, we will hand over the meeting to Mr. Wang."

Wang Zhenqing behaved in a carefree manner and waved gently to the guests around him. His unintentional elegance instantly aroused warm applause from the audience, like the continuous and endless spring tide.

The applause gradually died down. His face was solemn, and his words revealed an extraordinary demeanor: "You may have heard about it. Not long ago, by the Pingxi Lake, a masterpiece of drinking and writing hundreds of poems came out of nowhere and shocked everyone."

"But you may not know that those poems, each word of which is full of pearls and each sentence is elegant, were all written by me and passed down to the world on my behalf."

"Tonight, we are fortunate to be together. The treasures being auctioned are the hundred poems written by the immortal poet. Each of them carries an extraordinary soul and talent."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue seemed to be pulled by a mysterious force.

Everyone looked at each other, with curiosity and exploration in their eyes, and they whispered to each other, engaging in heated speculation and imagination about the identity of the mysterious poet whom they had never met.

There is an indescribable sense of anticipation and excitement in the air, as if what is about to be revealed is not only the secret of poetry, but also a cultural legend that transcends time and space.

Wang Zhenqing suddenly turned his gaze inadvertently towards Qin Hao who was sitting quietly in the private room.

Qin Hao shook his head slightly, subtly conveying his feelings.

Wang Zhenqing understood what was going on and smiled faintly, "As for the identity of that talented and mysterious poet, you don't have to bother speculating. I guarantee that the poems exhibited tonight are all cultural treasures, and their value far exceeds that of gold and silver. They will definitely satisfy you and give you more than you paid for."

After that, he changed the subject, adding a bit of solemnity and generosity to his tone: "In addition, I hereby announce that I will not take a penny from the proceeds of all the poems and lyrics at tonight's auction. All of it will be donated to our brave Great Xia army to support the Northern Expedition and help Your Majesty recover our land."

"I hope that we can contribute our meager strength and turn it into iron cavalry and golden swords to help the court pacify the northern border and return peace and prosperity to Daxia."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room was shocked and burst into applause, with admiration expressed beyond words.

His words not only demonstrated his extraordinary moral character, but also aroused the deep love for the country and the world in the hearts of everyone present.

Zhu Yongkang took this opportunity to compliment Wang Zhenqing: "Mr. Wang is a man of high moral character. He is truly a role model for the younger generation. We all admire him."

"Here, I, Zhu Yongkang, would like to use my humble strength to announce a decision: All the proceeds from tonight's auction will be donated without reservation to the brave soldiers of our Great Xia. I wish them invincibility and a speedy return."

After saying this, he clapped his hands, signaling the start of the auction.

The two beauties, Liu Xiangxiang and Qi Shanshan, had a tacit understanding and immediately led a team of maids into the center of the venue like a spring breeze.

Each maid held an exquisite long wooden box in her hand. There were ten maids in total. They walked lightly and gracefully, adding a touch of softness to this solemn occasion.

Zhu Yongkang personally stepped forward and slowly took out a scroll from the wooden box held by the first maid. He respectfully handed the scroll to Wang Zhenqing, his eyes gleaming with sincerity: "Mr. Wang, this first lot should be read out by you to add color to the party. Please!"

Wang Zhenqing nodded slightly and took the scroll with a serious expression.

Liu Xiangxiang and Qi Shanshan both stepped forward lightly at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, carefully helping him to slowly open the scroll.

As the scroll slowly unfolded, Wang Zhenqing said in a deep voice: "This first poem is the eternal masterpiece "Song of the Wine"."

Then, an indescribable majestic momentum swept over, like the sound of morning bells and evening drums, reaching the ears of everyone present:

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."

"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"..."

"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names."

"..."

"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."

When the poem ended, an indescribable wave surged in the air in an instant.

Then, applause and cheers suddenly broke out like a tide, gathering into an unstoppable force that penetrated the silence of the night and stirred in everyone's heart, lasting for a long time.

Zhu Yongkang stood in the center of the stage, his eyes flickering with an imperceptible light of joy.

When the thunderous applause gradually subsided, he slowly raised the auction hammer in his hand and gently hit it a few times, and the enthusiasm of the guests on the scene finally calmed down.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a gentle smile, and his voice was steady and magnetic, penetrating every corner: "Dear guests, tonight, we gather here not only to compete for treasures, but also to convey warmth and love."

"Since this is a charity, there is no minimum price limit for all the auction items, and of course there is no maximum price limit. Anyone who sees it can get a share, and the highest bidder wins. Now I declare that the auction of the first masterpiece of poetry, "A Toast," will begin."