My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Chapter 86 A date with the beautiful woman

The Lanting Preface written by Bai Shaoqiu was placed in front of Tang Xianxian.

Tang Xianxian slowly opened her mouth, looked at the words on the paper, and exclaimed:

"It's him!"

Dongfang Changying raised his eyes and looked at Tang Xianxian in surprise.

"What is he?"

Tang Xianxian stood up, walked to the desk in front of the window frame, opened the drawer, and took out a piece of paper.

She returned to the tea table and placed two pieces of paper in front of Dongfang Changying:

"Look at the handwriting, is it the same?"

Dongfang Changying lowered her eyes, her lips slightly parted, and after a moment, she raised her eyes and took a breath of cold air:

"My husband wrote this?"

Tang Xianxian pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at Dongfang Changying, "If not him, who else could it be?"

"That day he was reading in the library, and I happened to be there writing the flower-leaf couplet by the talented lady Ji on this piece of paper."

"I returned to my elegant residence to rest, and asked An to post the first line of the couplet on the academy's wall of knowledge. However, when An went there, he saw that someone had already written the second line..."

"When An You asked Mr. Bai, he flatly denied it. I also saw that this second line was very good, so I asked Zhang Laoyuanzheng, but he told me that this character... was not left by a disciple of the academy."

"Look, now there's no need to compare the handwriting, the second line was indeed written by him!"

Tang Xianxian was not unhappy because of the ugly words. Instead, she was very happy. She leaned over and said:

"Look at how well this couplet matches!"

"Ms. Ji will be speechless when she sees this!"

Dongfang Changying swallowed his saliva and suddenly thought of the scene when he first met Bai Shaoqiu at Chunman Cottage.

He stood in the pavilion.

Holding a brush in hand.

I have been hesitant to put pen to paper on the sentence written by the gentleman.

When I entered the pavilion and asked him about it, he said...this calligraphy is so beautiful. I wanted to respond to him, but in the end I felt that writing my own handwriting under this calligraphy was disrespectful to the calligraphy.

At that time, I thought he was being modest and afraid of desecrating the teacher's calligraphy.

Now it seems that if he really dropped this calligraphy, it would be really... disrespectful to the master's calligraphy!

Dongfang Changying clenched her hands. She really couldn't form words to praise this word.

But praise must be given!

Then, she laughed, looked up at Tang Xianxian, and said lightly:

"This couplet is absolutely perfect!"

"Although his handwriting is a little ugly..."

"But the recognizability of this character should be unique in the world!"

"No one in the world can imitate Bai Lang's calligraphy, which is also... a good thing."

Tang Xianxian was shocked!

"The handwriting is ugly, so why bother to whitewash it?"

"When did you become so shameless?"

"Hehe," Dongfang Changying smiled playfully, "Are you being shameless? I'm just telling the truth... Eh..."

She picked up the paper and looked at the crooked words on it. Soon, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

After she finished reading the "Lanting Preface", her eyes fell on the black-armored warrior outside the door and asked:

"What is Mr. Fang's assessment of this article?"

The black-armored warrior bowed and saluted:

"My Lady, Elder Fang has given him armor... and announced that Master Bai is the champion of this literary gathering!"

Dongfang Changying's eyes suddenly lit up, "Although Mr. Fang is old, his vision is still unique!"

"Your Highness, please take a look at this Lanting Preface. I'm leaving now!"

Tang Xianxian was startled: "Where are you going?"

"Go home!"

"Not eating lunch?"

"Another day."

Dongfang Changying stood up and just took a step when Tang Xianxian called him:

"Wait...won't you invite me to your princess's residence?"

"I'm afraid it really won't work this time. Let's do it another day."

"By the way, Mr. Fang's last question is very insightful. I will fulfill my promise later, but remember, you must not tell Shaoqiu my identity!"

Tang Xianxian curled her lips:

"Hey, I say, he will really go to Kyoto!"

Dongfang Changying came to the door and turned around: "Just go, didn't we agree that you would take care of him when he went to Kyoto?"

"If Father retracts the imperial edict... I might actually try to steal the bride!"

"Just grab it if you can, bye!"

Dongfang Changying stretched out his body and flew away.

Tang Xianxian looked at her gradually disappearing figure, was silent for a moment, then retracted her gaze to look at the "Lanting Preface" on the paper.

Under An's gaze, the expression on Tang Xianxian's face became more and more varied.

She read it three times.

Look up and sigh.

"install,"

"The servant is here."

"Tell me...if I really want to snatch Bai Shaoqiu away, will Changying be very sad?"

install:"……"

……

Lanting.

The outcome of the literary gathering has been announced.

Bai Shaoqiu won the first place in this literary competition with an impressive record of being ranked above the first class in seven tests.

When this news spread all the way from Lanting to Zhuxikou, all the students who heard the news and the onlookers at the Zhuxi gate were all stunned!

The students walking along the Zhuxi River stopped and looked in the direction of Lanting in astonishment, remaining silent for a long time.

The over 2,000 students who had been eliminated at the Zhuxi gate all shut their mouths at this point, but suddenly realized that they didn't have much doubt about the result.

Seven A-levels!

How the hell can you question this?

Is this something that these eliminated students can question?

This is strength!

Real strength!

Zhuxi will probably make these poems and essays public within two days, and they will all see Bai Shaoqiu's answers to the seven tests. This is the fairness of the Zhuxi literary gathering, and it is also the reason why no one can cheat.

Looking back at the ten years of the Zhuxi Literary Society, although Song Zigui won the first place in the literary competition three times, he never got more than seven top grades.

This guy Bai Shaoqiu... he set a record for the Zhuxi Literary Meeting, and it is unlikely that anyone will be able to rewrite this record in the future.

It’s all A-level, how can it be rewritten?

So... he became a god in one battle!

"You don't know that both Elder Si and Elder Fang have sworn friendship with Master Bai, regardless of age difference!"

"Old Qin said that Mr. Bai's talent is as high as a three-story building!"

"Mr. Fang appreciated the article and praised it highly. He intended to invite Mr. Bai to have a candlelight chat at night, but Mr. Bai refused!"

"I also heard that Master Fang believes that Mr. Bai's talent is worthy of being named an immortal poet!"

"Isn't that a bit too much? To be called the Immortal Poet, one must compete with talented students from all over the world, and only the one who ultimately triumphs over them all can claim the title!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm telling you, now that Mr. Bai has won, how much silver did you lose?"

"……roll!"

"Don't mention it, I'll be pissed if anyone mentions it!"

The water outside Zhuxi gradually boiled over.

Lanting gradually became quiet.

Bai Shaoqiu had just finished a major task and was looking at the old scholar Fang. "Hey, Brother Fang, didn't they say that the winner of this literary gathering would be rewarded with three thousand taels of silver?"

The old scholar Fang laughed: "Don't worry, this is indispensable to you."

Bai Shaoqiu: "...Can't I give it to you now?"

"That depends on when Your Highness is free. He'll probably be free after lunch."

"Well... I won't stay for lunch. Brother Si, please keep the reward from His Highness for me."

Mr. Fang was startled. "It's almost noon now. Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Bai Shaoqiu grinned: "I really have something to do, so I have to leave first."

"..."

Bai Shaoqiu stood up and bowed to the crowd: "Life is more than poetry and prose!"

“There are still dreams and distant places!”

"The mountains remain green and the water flows on forever. Let's meet again someday and drink and chat happily!"

"Farewell!"

"..."