"Table seventy-two is..."
Lin Yi felt that the table number was a bit familiar. He subconsciously looked at the table number and was stunned, "It's actually me?"
"Son..."
The girl next to Lin Yi was also shocked.
She knew what kind of poem Lin Yi turned in. It was just four words, not a poem at all, but it made the oiran secretly choose him as the guest of honor.
Why?
Wow!
There was an uproar in Hongxiu Square, and many people's eyes fell on Lin Yi, all of them looking shocked.
"It's not me?" The scholar surnamed Cao looked confused and shook his body, unable to accept this result.
He stared at Lin Yi.
I don't believe that someone who is so good-looking can compose a poem even more powerful than the one he copied, "Wangyue Pavilion Sends Fu Xuezheng Out of Nanxiang".
He doesn't believe it!
Because it was rumored that the poem was written by that person, he vaguely knew some secrets.
"Please also invite the young master from table seventy-two to come up..." Anxiang's voice sounded, with a bit of a little woman's shyness.
Lin Yi looked at the girl next to him who called himself Qiuxiang and said, "Can you not go up?"
"Can!"
Qiuxiang nodded, but also reminded Lin Yi, saying: "But if you don't go, it means that you are not interested in the oiran lady, but if you are not interested and come to participate in the poetry meeting, you will be considered to deliberately humiliate the oiran lady... Considering the fanaticism of a lady’s suitor, you might get hurt…”
Qiuxiang kindly reminded her that she knew very well that this young man could not even look down on the courtesan Anxiang, let alone spend a spring night with her.
"this……"
Lin Yi didn't want things to get too troublesome. He came to Datang just to experience the local customs. Bai Shuang happened to be brought here to save people.
But he wouldn't be happy if he got into a lot of trouble because of it.
This would make him too high-profile.
"Wait!"
At this time, the scholar named Cao stopped him.
"The rescuers are here..." Lin also felt relieved when he saw someone stopping him from climbing the stairs.
He decided to use the slope to avoid having too much interaction with Miss Anxiang.
"Finally someone stood up!"
"Miss Anxiang didn't read a poem better than this guy just now, why did you choose him? I suspect there is a shady story!"
"I think so!"
Many scholars also discussed and were not satisfied with Miss Anxiang's choice.
Unless they can see the poetry of the Seventy-Two Tables.
"Master, do you have any opinions?" Miss Anxiang's voice sounded.
"have!"
The scholar surnamed Cao nodded and said: "Miss Anxiang, this brother at table 72, what kind of poetry did he write? Does it surpass Cao?"
"According to the rules of the poetry club, whoever writes the best poems will be the leader of the poetry club..."
As soon as this statement came out, the scholars in Hongxiufang all agreed and asked Miss Anxiang to give an explanation.
"Master, are you sure you want to know?"
Miss Anxiang opened the gauze curtain, stood in front of the railing, looked down at the scholar named Cao, and said: "Of course the slave family also wants to tell the young master, but...I am afraid that the young master at table 72 will not agree. After all, this is his Poetry, but Nujia can guarantee that this is a fair poetry meeting."
"..."
Lin Yi was stunned, this girl An Xiang was probably a veteran of fraud.
"Sir, I think your poems are the best among all readers, but after all, this is your masterpiece, and you have the right to decide whether to make it public..."
Anxiang blinked at Lin Yi, conveying a meaning that Lin Yi refused to disclose.
Lin Yi nodded and said: "Let's make it public!"
"you……"
Miss Anxiang's face changed and she was a little angry. She felt that Lin Yi was too stupid and didn't know how to make a choice in this situation.
As long as he asked to keep it private, she was his tonight.
"Brother, it's bright!"
The scholar surnamed Cao couldn't help but admire Lin Yi.
He planned to coerce the will of all the scholars and force Miss Anxiang to publish Lin Yi's poems as long as Lin Yi did not make it public.
"Miss Anxiang, show up!"
"Let's see how talented this talented man at Table 72 is at poetry."
"Brother Cao's poem just now, I think no one in the Tang Dynasty can beat it, but I didn't expect... Miss Anxiang said that there is a better poem than this, which is really heart-warming, and asked Miss Anxiang to show it to the public. I’ll wait to pay my respects!”
"..."
All the scholars know that they have no chance to meet the Anxiang girl, but if they can see a poem that may be about Mingzhou Mingfu, this trip will be completely worthwhile.
"I……"
The Anxiang girl stamped her feet angrily, her face turned slightly red, and she couldn't do anything at all.
"Miss!"
"what to do?"
The maid next to Anxiang looked at Anxiang, worried about her, and felt a little disappointed.
Originally, they also had the opportunity to serve that handsome young master.
"You always have to face it..."
Anxiang gritted her teeth, took out the piece of rice paper that Lin Yi handed over, and said, "Here are the calligraphy and paintings of Mr. Table Seventy-Two!"
"Calligraphy and painting?"
All the scholars were stunned.
Isn't it a poetry meeting? How did it become calligraphy and painting?
Some scholars looked at it with wide eyes and said word by word: "Read... books... and become... saints!"
"Is this a calligraphy and painting? Aren't these just four words written casually? I admit that these words are popular, but compared with poetry... they are not on the same level at all."
"How can these calligraphy and paintings be compared with Mr. Cao's poems?"
"Miss Anxiang, you...you changed your mind temporarily because you saw that this young master is much more handsome than Mr. Cao, right?"
"That must be it!"
"Money back!"
"Money back!"
The scholars in Hongxiufang were so angry at An Xiang's outrageous operation that some of them flipped the table.
The face of the popular scholar surnamed Cao turned red. It was because of his appearance that he was replaced by Miss Anxiang and replaced by a pretty boy who couldn't even write a poem.
"Is there any king's law? Is there any fairness? I have worked hard to create masterpieces. I don't seek to be famous in the Tang Dynasty. I only match talented people with beautiful women. But now... I have overthought it. It turns out that talent is not as good as appearance. not worth!"
The words of the scholar named Cao ignited the emotions of all the scholars.
In the lobby, the girls screamed in fright.
If it weren't for the blessing of the Literary Formation, Hongxiufang would have been demolished by these scholars long ago.
"Wang Fa, I, Li Ge, am Wang Fa!"
At this moment, Li Ge walked in from the backyard of Hongxiufang, followed by a group of guards and a woman in white.
It's hoarfrost.
"Baishang?" Lin Yi was stunned for a moment.
He planned to take advantage of the chaos to take Bai Shuang away, but he didn't expect that he would appear here.
It was indeed Li Ge who brought Bai Shuang from Da Zhou to Hong Xiu Fang in Da Tang. It was exactly the same as the rumors he heard outside the city.
"Li Ge...His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"
As soon as Li Ge, who was wearing a purple robe, appeared, the originally noisy lobby suddenly became quiet, and the scholars bowed and bowed one by one.
Everyone knows Li Ge’s identity.
He is the son of the younger brother of the Tang Dynasty King, a disciple of the Tang Dynasty royal family, and the mastermind behind the Red Sleeve Workshop. He really wants to cause trouble here... Look at the face of the Buddha without looking at the monk's face.
With a gloomy face, Li Ge walked up to the scholar named Cao and said coldly: "If this poem is correct, it was written by Lin Yi, the Prince of Dayan. It is called "Wangyue Pavilion Sends Fu Xuezheng out of Nanxiang". That's right. no?"
Buzz!
When the scholar surnamed Cao heard Li Ge's words, he recoiled in fright. His face was as pale as paper, his chest heaved up and down, and his eyes were filled with fear, "I...I...I..."
He stammered, his body shaking uncontrollably.
"Copy poetry?"
"Did this guy copy the poem? Shameless... Shameless!"
"You are a scum among scholars, I am ashamed to be associated with you!"
All the scholars spat at the scholar surnamed Cao, with contempt on their faces, and falsely claimed that the poems written by Prince Dayan were their own. He was no longer human.
