Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Chapter 233 Poetry Confrontation

Young Master Wu knew that within the Wu Mansion's territory, these women wouldn't dare to act rashly. However, Bi Ya, having come to harass him this time, seemed determined not to give up, clearly aiming to embarrass Hu Ling. However, using force wasn't appropriate to stop her.

He glanced towards the main table. His father was chatting happily with the guests and didn't pay much attention to what was happening here. He felt a little relieved and said to Bi Ya:

"Today's singing and dancing will be arranged by my family, so no other performers are needed. If you truly wish to add to the feast, perhaps you could compose some poetry or songs to liven up the atmosphere, or perhaps even compete with the talented scholars and women present. Do you have the courage to do so?"

Wu Shao resorted to some provocation. He knew Bi Ya would definitely insist on getting back at him, so he decided to try to ease the situation and resolve it in a gentle manner.

This trick really worked. Deep down, Bihua had no intention of letting Hu Ling steal the show by playing the piano. She herself had no talent in that area, so what was the point of just watching?

If it was poetry, she could handle a few lines. The key was to expose Hu Ling in front of everyone and let her be "judged" by these young ladies. This trick of hers was quite "venomous".

Bihua agreed. She was about to go over to Hu Ling to discuss the matter, but Wu Shao stopped her and said, "Don't bother going over there. Someone will make the suggestion." He then winked at Qingsheng Ranmo, who had been listening to their conversation.

The two of them understood. After exchanging a glance, Ran Mo stood up and went to Hu Ling to whisper a few words to her. Hu Ling looked a little surprised when she heard this. She turned her head and looked towards Wu Shao.

Wu Shao responded with a loving look and encouraged her, while Bi Ya squinted at her with a smug and slightly provocative look.

Ran Mo walked back and nodded to Wu Shao. Then he said, "Sister Hu agreed and told us to make a decision and see how to proceed."

Bihua's expression was complicated when she heard this, a little proud and a little disappointed. However, she still looked at Wu Shao, wanting to hear his plan.

Young Master Wu adjusted himself slightly, then stood up, facing the main table, raised his wine glass, and said loudly: "Hello, everyone! Thank you all for coming to the Wu Mansion for a banquet and for your continued support! Here, on behalf of my parents, I would like to toast everyone!"

Everyone responded, raising their glasses and teacups to drink. Mr. and Mrs. Wu looked at their son with a smile. Those around them also praised Young Master Wu for his handsome appearance and good manners, saying he would be able to handle important tasks in the future. Mr. and Mrs. Wu listened with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

Wu Shao continued, "We just had a singing and dancing performance in the mansion, and I'm sure everyone is still enjoying it. Now someone has suggested performing some poetry to liven up the atmosphere. I wonder if anyone would be interested in participating?" Everyone applauded in agreement.

At that moment, a young man stood up and said he had composed a poem to dedicate to Mr. and Mrs. Wu, wishing them good fortunes like the prosperity of the Donghai family. He then recited: "Today, a grand banquet welcomes our guests; in a good year, there are plenty of chickens and pigs to entertain them. Golden cups of clear wine, jade plates of delicacies; a thousand cups are not enough. A banquet is held to invite the flowers; wine cups are flown to intoxicate the moon. If only the host can intoxicate the guests, a thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a close friend." Everyone applauded and congratulated.

At this time, Bi Ya Niang made a face towards Bi Ya, then said to Master Wu with a smile on her face, "Thank you, Master Wu and Madam Wu, for your hospitality today. My daughter, Bi Ya, has been well-read since childhood and has an elegant temperament. She is proficient in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Today, let her dedicate a poem to the Wu family."

When she said this, some people complimented her and some laughed at her. It didn't sound like she was presenting a poem, but more like she was promoting her daughter's blind date.

Bi Ya stood up with a smile on her face, bowed and smiled, then recited: "My humble servant, I am honored to present my poem! This is what I mean. The harmonious sounds of the zither and the flute echo in the jade tower, while the bright lanterns illuminate the banquet table and the moonlight shimmers. A hundred delicacies fill the jade banquet table, while wonderful music lingers around the painted beams."

Bi-Ya's poem was quite standard, but it also received applause from the crowd. Bi-Ya's mother and the other women around her praised it enthusiastically. Mr. and Mrs. Wu also nodded slightly.

Bihua looked around with a smug look on her face, then bowed. When her eyes swept over to Hu Ling, she seemed to remember something. Then she said in a delicate voice, seemingly to everyone in the room, or to someone in particular:

"I'm sorry to have let you all down by my limited talent. But I've heard that Xiaoyue City is full of talented people, many of whom are masters of poetry. Today, I'd like to invite one of them to dedicate a poem to us. I wonder if you would approve."

As she spoke, she glanced towards Hu Ling but did not speak. It was obvious that she was saying, do you still want me to come out and invite you in person?

Hu Ling was hesitant to stand up. Composing poetry was not difficult for her. However, standing up in such an occasion was too difficult for her.

Just then, Master Wu signaled Hu Ling to stay still, then said to Bi Ya with a smile, "Miss Bi Ya mentioned a master of poetry. I would also like to boldly offer a poem to see if it meets the standards of a master."

Without waiting for Bi-wa's reaction, Wu Shao composed a poem on the spot. "A banquet is held to sit among the flowers, wine cups are flown to the moon. Life is like a dream, and in dreams, a shadow follows me." This poem was filled with sentimentality, and everyone applauded.

When the scene quieted down, Bihua wanted to repeat her old trick. Wu Shao stopped her again and said, "Don't worry. Why don't we play a chain game today? Invite a few friends, especially the young ones, to recite poems to liven up the atmosphere." He winked at Ranmo Qingsheng.

The two of them understood. This was essentially a delaying tactic by Young Master Wu. With more people participating, Hu Ling's inclusion would seem natural, without becoming too abrupt and becoming the center of attention.

Ranmo and Qingsheng looked at each other. Because the incident had happened so suddenly, Qingsheng scratched his head, feeling a bit bewildered. Ranmo smiled faintly. He had to take the initiative in this matter. He stood up gracefully and said, "Let me offer my humble opinion and write a poem for you all."

Then Qingsheng also stood up and composed a limerick for everyone, which made the whole audience laugh.

Then another familiar and peaceful girl stood up and wrote a poem. Then Wu Shaocai suggested that Hu Ling write a poem.

Seeing everyone's concern for her, Hu Ling stood up fearlessly. At that moment, Bi Ya and her mother started pointing and talking, creating a commotion. Most of the guests remained silent. Mr. Wu's expression was a little grim.

Hu Ling gritted her teeth, her face flushing slightly. She looked up and saw the encouraging glances from Wu Shao and Ran Mo. She calmed herself down and slowly recited a poem.

"At the banquet, the fairy sleeves fluttered, just like the dance of colorful feathered clothes.

Fine wine blesses the luminous cup, and the pipa's sounds are bright in the moonlight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall erupted in warm applause. This poem was beautifully written, truly captivating. Even the people on Mr. Wu's side nodded their heads.

Wu Shao and the others were also pleased and applauded Hu Ling. Hu Ling bowed to express her gratitude and then prepared to sit down.

At this moment, a rather harsh voice rang out. The voice was not particularly high, but loud enough for most people to hear clearly.

"Oh, this poem is well written, but it has a faint smell of worldly things."