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Chu Xuan also looked in the direction of the sound.

On the red platform at the back of the hall, a wisp of smoke suddenly appeared, and a figure gracefully walked out from it. She was dressed in a blue robe with a light veil draped over her arms. Although half of her face was covered by the veil, her pair of bright, clear eyes were enough to captivate anyone who turned her head.

Every frown and smile is captivating.

The surrounding smoke creates the illusion of a fairy from the Cloud Palace appearing and disappearing, making it even more enchanting.

Chu Xuan couldn't help but nod inwardly, admiring that it was no wonder Xiaoxiang Pavilion was the largest brothel on the banks of the Qinxiang River; its methods of creating atmosphere were truly exceptional.

Just then, a voice came from the side.

"Brother Chu, you've come too?"

Chu Xuan was taken aback and turned around to see a smiling face that had appeared behind him at some point.

Who else could it be but Lin Luo?

Lin Luo smiled broadly, with a hint of mischief in his eyes: "I've been here for a while, but Brother Chu was so captivated by Miss Xiao that he didn't notice."

"Come on, can't you keep your voice down?"

Chu Xuan said with a hint of helplessness.

Lin Luo's voice was extremely clear in the hall that had become quiet because of Xiao Ziqi's appearance.

Chu Xuan noticed that the moment he spoke, many people turned to look at him.

This made Chu Xuan feel embarrassed. Although he needed the fame, he didn't want to be stared at like a monkey.

Even Xiao Ziqi on stage couldn't help but smile when she noticed Chu Xuan's awkwardness.

Lin Luo didn't seem to notice Chu Xuan rolling his eyes at him and just smiled faintly.

"Brother Chu, rest assured, today is the day Miss Xiao wins the list. Almost all of us talented men who came to participate in the literary gathering are here. As long as we haven't left yet, we are all here. With your great talent, it doesn't matter if you are a little romantic. Who knows, you might even win the heart of a beauty and create a beautiful story."

"It's a pity that I also tried to pass the exam, but I failed in the end. It seems that with Brother Chu here today, we have no hope."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xuan noticed that in a private room on the second floor some distance away, a young man dressed in luxurious brocade robes was leaning out.

Although he couldn't see the person's true face due to the distance, Chu Xuan was almost certain that this person should be the heir apparent of Liyang.

After a little farce, the competition officially began.

Most of the people present had participated in the event, and the rest had witnessed it, so there was no need for a complicated introduction.

Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, anyone who feels they have exceptional poetic talent can write down their own poems and submit them to Xiao Ziqi for appreciation. If the latter is satisfied, she will recite the poems aloud, and then they will spend the night together.

It sounds simple, but so far, no one has ever actually succeeded in winning the list, let alone being a member of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. As a result, Xiao Ziqi has been in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion for many years, but she has never even been seen by anyone, let alone a member of the Pavilion.

Upon hearing this rule, Chu Xuan nodded slightly.

This simple approach suited his wishes perfectly.

He simply asked Liang An, who was standing next to him, to hand him a pot of wine.

Chu Xuan's appearance had already attracted a lot of attention, but no one thought much of it. They just felt that Xiao Ziqi's charm had even attracted this newly promoted poet. It was only natural that a talented man would love a beautiful woman.

At this moment, they noticed that he was holding a wine jug and was pouring it into his mouth. Those who knew the details immediately became excited.

We eagerly await another new work from this poet.

After finishing a pot of wine, Chu Xuan's cheeks flushed slightly, and his voice deepened. He looked up at Xiao Ziqi and asked with a smile.

"I wonder if there are any restrictions on the poems or essays that Miss Xiao requests?"

"No, if Young Master Chu has something on his mind, he can simply write it down."

After the alcohol took effect, Chu Xuan's dashing demeanor in an instant caused even Xiao Ziqi, who was used to seeing people, to feel a slight tremor in her heart, as if she had a slight flutter in her heart. She nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Chu Xuan responded in response.

"Since that's the case, I'll make a fool of myself by reciting this poem instead of writing it down. You can judge for yourselves."

Hearing this, everyone was somewhat surprised.

“This young master Chu is quite bold; no one has ever done this before.”

"Nonsense, they're just worried they're not good enough and that reading it out will invite ridicule. Otherwise, why do you think Miss Xiao stipulated that those who weren't selected shouldn't be read? But Young Master Chu is a poet incarnate, how could he not have such confidence?"

Lin Luo looked at Chu Xuan with admiration. Scholars value their reputation most. If poems that are not selected are made public, it will inevitably hinder their reputation.

He knew that if it were him, he probably wouldn't have had the guts to gamble with his reputation.

Chu Xuan stepped forward, reciting aloud.

"Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."

"What do you think of this poem, Miss Xiao?"

After reciting the poem, Chu Xuan drank all the wine in the pot, and Liang An quickly found another pot and placed it in front of him.

The rest of the people were stunned the moment he uttered his first sentence.

Only a small number of people were able to attend last night's literary gathering. Most of the people here had only heard of Chu Xuan's unparalleled literary talent, but had never seen it in person.

Therefore, the impact they experienced at this time was naturally indescribable.

When people write poetry, they carefully consider each word and phrase, repeatedly refining their work before finally putting pen to paper. Some even revise it multiple times before it becomes a poem.

But what about Chu Xuan?

These poems seem not to have been written slowly by him; they are all first-rate and each one is an absolute masterpiece!

What incredible talent! Even if the God of Literature descended from heaven, he might not have this ability!

The poem just now, written with such understated elegance, seemed to portray Xiao Ziqi as an ethereal fairy, otherworldly and exuding a mystical aura, moving all who heard it.

Even Xiao Ziqi herself subconsciously covered her mouth, her face, hidden by the veil, filled with astonishment.

No matter how many times she witnessed Chu Xuan's masterful writing, the awe she felt remained undiminished.

When she heard Chu Xuan praise her in the poem, her face flushed slightly, and a feeling stirred within her, as if some emotion was spreading through her.

"Clap clap clap."

Just as the surroundings were silent, a clapping sound suddenly came from upstairs, breaking the atmosphere.

Chu Xuan looked in the direction of the sound.

It was the Crown Prince of Liyang who was on the second floor.

Anyou passed away.

At this moment, An Youzhong had a faint smile on his lips as he looked at Chu Xuan, his eyes filled with a strange expression.

"As expected of a poetic immortal descended to earth. I, the young master, only arrived today. I was regretful that I had only heard rumors about you but had never witnessed your talent of writing a hundred poems in one night. I never expected that I would run into you by chance."

"Young Master Chu, you are truly skilled."