Madam, please respect my profession.

Chapter 83: Solitary Copy

"Flower shadows shine obliquely on the blue waves, orioles sing in the green willows and sing in the clear sky, the south wind blows knowingly on red sleeves, and I only use the light wine to fall asleep."

Lady Liuhua finished reading the poem with a smile, saying, "The flower shadows, blue waves, oriole singing, and south wind are used very well to describe the scenery of Wangyue Lake in the poem... But who is Hongxiu in this poem? What dream did she enter?"

When Lady Liuhua finished speaking, Lin Hongwen's face turned slightly red and he looked in the direction of Jiang Ningshuang.

Lady Liuhua's smile froze a little. As a promotional official, it was common to use the poems of talented scholars to liven up the atmosphere. It was not abrupt or offensive.

But Madam Liuhua didn't expect that the red sleeves in Lin Hongwen's poem were actually Jiang Ningshuang... and the princess's expression looked a little strange.

Madam Liuhua rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Could it be that Master Lin is also looking at the dancers in Moon Lake? If you like to watch, come to Lanxiefang someday. The girls in our Lanxiefang are better than those in Huamanlou... They all say that a man of talent and elegance is a romantic. Today, after meeting Master Lin, I finally know what a real man of talent and elegance is."

Lin Hongwen blushed slightly: "Mrs. Liuhua, please don't tease me."

Princess Changyi's brows relaxed slightly: "It seems that the winner of this round should belong to Senior Brother Lin."

"Thank you, Princess." Lin Hongwen accepted the Dragon-Tiger Pill. For Confucian practitioners, the Dragon-Tiger Pill was still very useful.

...

“An oiran is still an oiran after all, and her eyes are quite bright.” Chu Wantang glanced at Lu Zhan and said coldly.

Indeed, just by looking at Lin Hongwen's eyes and the princess's expression, he was able to tell what was going on and ended the topic with a joking tone. He was indeed very skilled... Lu Zhan agreed, but did not respond.

Chu Wantang snorted lightly, her eyes fell on Madam Liuhua thoughtfully. When she saw her curvy figure, she understood a little.

No wonder Lu Zhan likes it.

Looking at Jiang Ningshuang again, he felt as if there was a breeze blowing on his face and the waves were rippling. Chu Wantang slightly exerted force on the fingers holding the teacup.

Lu Zhan noticed Chu Wantang's expression and quickly changed the subject: "Why didn't the people from Chanyi Sect and Yunshui Sect come?"

Jiang Ningshuang whispered, "This time Ling Jiaoyue is competing with someone, and the pressure is very great. It is said that she has been practicing hard. The sisters who followed her naturally have to protect her. As for the bald donkeys from the Chanyi Sect... Haha, they have strict rules and regulations, why would they come to see the courtesan?"

“Heh…” Chu Wantang sneered.

"..." Jiang Ningshuang curled her lips and wondered in her heart...Why are you sneering? The sneer made her feel that Chu Wantang was more annoying.

...

When this round ends, the next round will begin soon, and the prize this time is a book.

"This is the only copy left by the great scholar Shi Qingquan of the previous dynasty. It contains the articles and poems written by Mr. Shi during his lifetime. It was also donated by the princess."

Madam Liuhua carefully took out the book, and immediately the eyes of all the Confucianists present lit up.

Even Lin Hongwen was a little surprised. It was not because he had never seen such resources before, but he did not expect that the princess would use a rare copy as a prize... There are many rare copies in Luyun Academy, but they are all collected in the library.

"This... this is actually the only copy left by Old Shi. I am truly lucky today..." Xu Zeli is a Confucian cultivator from Jinling. He normally has no access to such resources and is very excited.

Lin Hongwen smiled: "Luyun Academy has many rare books. Since you like it, I won't publish poems this time."

"Thank you very much... I will never forget Brother Lin's kindness." Xu Zeli's hands were shaking a little. For a scholar, this kind of rare copy is priceless and would not be exchanged for a fortune. If he could win this rare copy, he would pass it down from generation to generation.

As long as Lin Hongwen doesn't produce any poem, Xu Zeli is still confident that he can win.

……

"The title this time is still 'Summer'. The scenery in early summer is so beautiful and intoxicating. If you talented people don't leave behind a few more poems, wouldn't it be a waste of the summer scenery?" Madam Liuhua put away the solitary copy and said with a smile.

Lu Zhan looked over there for a few more seconds. This great scholar named Shi was a great figure in the literary world of the Great Zhou Dynasty. It was said that he was the uncle of the current president of Luyun Academy.

According to my experience, although it cannot be compared with Li Du and others, it is also quite valuable... Lu Zhan is somewhat interested.

Chu Wantang's expression slightly changed: "It turned out to be the only copy of Shi Daru's book. No wonder these scholars are so excited."

“The value of this kind of rare copy must be priceless to a Confucian cultivator,” Lu Zhan asked in a low voice.

Chu Wantang said calmly, "Two years ago, a rare copy of Shi Daru's book was auctioned in Bianjing, and was bought by the Prince of Qinghe for a thousand taels of silver. Later, on Princess Changyi's birthday, the Prince of Qinghe gave this rare copy as a gift."

“I understand…” Lu Zhan really understood.

In a word, this unique copy is more valuable than imagined... The so-called one hundred taels of silver is nothing compared to this unique copy... The prize is so valuable, but the first prize is only one hundred taels? I really don't understand what you literati are doing... But it doesn't matter, I want everything valuable... Lu Zhan put away the food in front of him and spread out the rice paper to prepare for his performance.

"You... can you also write poetry?" Jiang Ningshuang opened her mouth slightly, looking at Lu Zhan's posture, very surprised.

Lin Hongwen also looked at Lu Zhan, blinking his eyes, feeling a little unsure... No way.

Even Lu Zhan didn't know that he was a talented writer. It seems that the relationship between them is just like that. It's the same as my judgment... Chu Wantang was in a good mood, with a proud look on his face: "His poetry talent is better than many Confucian scholars."

If you act like this, I’ll easily lose friends... But Lu Zhan didn’t stop Chu Wantang. Since she had decided to write poetry to earn money, it was only natural for her to let the literary girl show off.

"Oh?" Princess Changyi's eyes lit up: "Lanlan, are you serious?"

Chu Wantang lived in Bian Jing all year round and often interacted with the prince and the princess. Although they were not close, they knew each other, and the princess naturally knew her "name".

Chu Wantang did not answer directly, but just said: "I am a melancholy traveler in the world, I know why you are crying, and I recall my life in your heartbreaking voice."

"This... was this done by Brother Lu?" Lin Hongwen showed an expression of disbelief. His hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable in his heart.

He had originally intended to show off his talents in front of Junior Sister Jiang at this gathering, but he had never expected that Lu Zhan could also compose poetry... Lin Hongwen was well-read and talented, so he would naturally be able to appreciate poetry. The level of this poem far exceeded his own.

Princess Changyi was also a little surprised: "It is indeed a good poem... but it should have the first half."

"This is not something he carefully wrote. He just wrote it casually when he was writing the memorial, so there is only this half." Chu Wantang had a faint smile on her lips, but she could hardly hide her joy.

Haha… These are the talents of our Demon Suppression Bureau, they are proficient in everything.

"Besides, there is another one besides this one." Chu Wantang smiled: "The sword energy spans 30,000 miles, and the sword light chills the 19 continents."

When these words were spoken, even the martial artists present were a little overwhelmed. They had always felt that they could not understand the flowery Confucian poetry, but when they heard these two sentences, a picture appeared in their minds.

It was as if I saw a knight with a long sword, slashing with the sword, the sword energy spread across thousands of miles, the sky and the earth were eclipsed, and the warriors' blood boiled!

Only Lu Zhan felt a little embarrassed... He was simply racking his brains to figure out the essence of the memorial, so he changed a lot of poems to make up the word count, but he didn't expect Xiao Chu to remember it.

*

PS: It's even later, sorry~ Please give me a recommendation ticket~ Please give me a monthly ticket~