The prince is very cruel

"it is good!"

Chen Tu gritted his teeth, his face flushed with excitement and nervousness. Then, facing the gazes of many people, he went straight to the stream and scooped up the glass of wine.

In an instant, the whole audience focused on him.

"Isn't this the kid from the Chen family?"

"He has been unlearned since childhood. Last time, Concubine Ya asked for a job for him, but His Majesty gave him a false impression after a casual test, and he ultimately failed to get the job."

"He can also write poetry?" someone laughed.

"No wonder, no wonder she could end up with that short-lived guy from the Guan family." Some people around Zhao Qing also ridiculed him.

But soon, they stopped laughing, and Chen Tu withstood the pressure and blurted out.

"I'm alone on the riverside tower, lost in thought. The moonlight is like water, like the sky."

"Where is the moon with whom I travelled? The scenery still vaguely reminds me of the past."

As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience fell silent.

Chen Tu's palms were sweating and he looked around nervously.

Those disdainful readers were absorbed in reading, and then their eyes widened in shock.

"Good, good poem!" An old scholar suddenly shouted, shockingly.

"That's right, this poem should be the best at Qushui Liushang right now!" Many people nodded repeatedly.

"What a beautiful poem about the scenery of the river and the tower meeting the water. It fits the scene perfectly!"

Even the great scholars of Shangyin Pavilion showed admiration. Qin Ke exclaimed softly, "This poem is excellent. How could Chen Tu write such a poem?"

Seeing this, Guan Ning smiled. This poem was not a well-known poem from the Tang Dynasty. It was certainly not a masterpiece of all time, nor could it compare to Li Bai's stunning poems. But when it was brought here, it was still a dimensionality reduction attack, which amazed everyone.

In an instant, Zhao Qing's limelight was completely stolen by Chen Tu. His heart beat faster, his face flushed, and he looked at Guan Ning with gratitude. He knew that Brother Guan's poem was not simple, and it was indeed so!

"Brother Chen, I am Liu Wei, a Jinshi from southern Shaanxi."

"Brother Chen, I was once a juren from Qingzhou, Huang Min."

"Brother Chen..."

For a while, an endless stream of scholars came to Chen Tu, introducing themselves and wanting to make friends, which made Chen Tu very happy. This move allowed him to complete the task assigned by his elder sister. He looked at Guan Ning with excitement and gratitude.

Guan Ning just sat there with a smile, signaling him to seize the opportunity.

The other side.

boom!

Zhao Qing crushed the pen on the table, his face turning pale. His place was crowded with people just now, but they all ran away in an instant.

"This bastard is stealing my limelight!"

"He must have copied it. Someone must have written it for him in advance. There's no way Chen Tu could have written such a beautiful poem!"

"That's right!" Zhao Qing's staff shouted.

"Shut up!"

"Even if I asked you to write it in advance, you still couldn't write such a good poem. You are a bunch of trash!" Zhao Qing was jealous and cursed.

All of a sudden, his lackeys were ashamed and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

"Hmph!" Zhao Qing snorted again, staring intently at Chen Tu outside, and then at Guan Ning.

"wrong!"

"This brat must have someone behind the scenes directing him. I suspect it's that bastard Guan Ning who's deliberately trying to make things difficult for me!"

"..."

Afterwards, the Qushui Liushang continued.

Some good poems began to appear one after another, some of which could even rival the poem "Old Feelings of the River Tower". It has to be said that the literati in the Wu Dynasty were still quite diverse.

The entire poetry reading was extremely lively and could be said to be full of romance and elegance unique to the ancient times.

It was visible to the naked eye that the poems on that huge piece of rice paper began to become more and more densely packed, but it was no surprise that Guan Ning's slight move made Chen Tu a sought-after position.

After a few hours, Qushui Liushang ended and Qutai took a short break, but the enthusiasm remained unabated.

"Brother Guan, you are so awesome! You are simply the God of Literature!"

"My eldest sister is going to praise me to death now, hahaha!"

"And do you know? Someone just handed me a handkerchief!" Chen Tu's face flushed, and he was extremely excited. He almost kowtowed to Guan Ning on the spot.

"Hand over the handkerchief?" Guan Ning was stunned for a moment.

Chen Tu took out a purple handkerchief and said, "Brother Guan, there's a rich girl flirting with me. Haha, don't you know that there are some young ladies in the buildings outside Quetai who are here to watch?"