"Okay, I'll wait."
Ning Wuyang ignored this kind of villain who took pleasure in others' misfortune, so as not to waste time.
When he returned to the Xuanwu Lake, two single sedan chairs were moving slowly along the three-mile long bridge to the small island in the middle of the lake. The students around him were so envious that their eyes turned green.
"Sure enough, there are young talents in every era."
Someone is proofing it. Those students who are not satisfied with the bottle but are half-swayed will definitely not admit it so quickly and buy poems to visit the island. They will probably struggle on their own.
Those who are willing to spend money to buy poems immediately prefer young men who are stupid and have a lot of money.
Ning Wuyan looked around, his eyes fixed on a rich man who was dressed luxuriously but whose eyes revealed clear stupidity. He had just said that he had spent a hundred taels of silver to buy ten ghostwritten poems.
Lucky man, I found you!
Ning Wuyang squeezed through the smelly sweat and pungent incense before finally squeezing to the side of the rich young man.
He looked at the young master who was staring at the talented women and handed them the note that he had already held in his fist.
"Sir, do you want to buy ghost-written poems? One poem costs ten taels, and if you can't get to the island, you'll pay ten taels for a false one."
"real?!"
The rich young man was overjoyed to hear that someone had ghostwritten poems, but when he saw that the speaker was Ning Wuchang, he waved his hands in disgust.
"Ning, do you think that I, like you, are a fool who doesn't understand poetry? I'll compensate you ten if you give me a fake one. Your family is so poor, what should you compensate me with? The patch on your body or the straw sandals on your feet? "
Ning Wuyan didn't refute.
He smiled and opened the papyrus in his hand.
When the rich man saw that he was just like the rumors, he couldn't even say a nice word when someone scolded him, and when he looked at his handsome face that was not stained by wisdom, he felt a sense of sympathy.
"Ning, don't let those fools who can only write limericks deceive you. Tell me how many taels they sell you for a poem. I think you are pitiful and I will buy you one."
Ning Wuhuang originally planned to make the rich man jealous and use the other party's regretful behavior to create a wave of publicity.
Seeing that this man still had a conscience, he held out a finger.
"Twelve taels."
Without the signature of a famous artist, no matter how good a poem is, it will not fetch a high price; it may fall into your hands or be stabbed secretly and snatched away.
When wealth is not exposed and there is no guarantee of keeping huge wealth, Ning Wuhuang will never be greedy.
Buy ten taels and sell ten taels? I have to pay for my pants.
The rich man looked at him sympathetically as if he were looking at a fool, snatched the papyrus from his hand, opened his mouth and gave instructions.
"Look at the writing on it. It's like a dog crawling. It's worse than my handwriting."
"And the first sentence, "There are some plum blossoms in the corner," a newly enlightened child can write. The second sentence, Ling Han opened it alone..."
The rich man's disgusted expression suddenly changed dramatically, and his big mung bean eyes glowed with a strange brilliance.
"I knew it wasn't snow from afar, because there was a faint fragrance coming!"
"What a beautiful song "Plum Blossom". I seem to have seen it blooming alone in the corner of the wall, with the strength to not wither despite the heavy snow."
Ning Wuchang also saw the poetry level of the literati in Daxing.
You can tell whether it is written or not, but the level of tasting is definitely not something you can tell by boasting.
"Ning Wushan, where did you buy this poem?" The rich man asked nervously, "Has this poem been circulated in the world?"
Ghostwriting is ghostwriting.
Landing on the island with ghostwriting is also a kind of soft power.
But if there was a competition on the spot, whoever was the loser would be kicked off the small island in the middle of the lake. Without the Shen family's permission to pass, and if they didn't take the long bridge, they would have to swim back in public.
Rather than losing face, it would be better not to show up.
"No." Ning Wuyang pointed in the direction of Xuanwu Street, "I got it from there."
The rich man thought about the rumors about Ning Wuyan, and when he saw that he was honest and answered every question, he did not doubt whether he was lying or not. He held the tissue paper and smiled like a child weighing more than 200 pounds.
"Yuan Lai, why are you still standing there? Give me the money!"
He gave the boy a false kick and recited it silently several times until he knew it by heart. Then he walked arrogantly through the crowd with a step of disowning his relatives.
"Give way, give way!"
"This young master has composed a masterpiece. Please send me to the island immediately!"
Ning Wuyang saw the rich man's retreating figure and continued to search for candidates who met his conditions.
Jiangnan is prosperous, and Jinling is a gold-selling cave.
Soon, a rich young man who only focused on talented women and not on topics came into Ning Wuyan's field of vision.
What the young master sees is beauty, what he sees is money.
The main point of selecting people is that one person has money but many people are stupid. As for whether they will be an eyesore to the talented women after they land on the island?
It has nothing to do with him when the money and goods are settled.
…
In the pavilion.
Ji Jin looked at the rich young man who was brought in by the maid, and tried hard to control the decent smile on his face.
Liu Qingfang, who came to study with the intention of joining the celebrity circle, covered her face with a handkerchief to hide the contempt in her eyes.
Ingots.
The son of a wealthy businessman in Jinling, he was notoriously uneducated.
Ning Wushuang, her deadbeat fiancé, can be described as a pair of twins.
"Master Yuan, please recite your masterpiece."
It was the first time that Yuan Bao saw Ji Jin, who was as beautiful as a fairy, at such a close distance, and his eyes widened.
After hearing her words, he realized that he didn't just take one look and leave, but after reciting the poem and landing on the island, he could slowly appreciate her beauty. Not to mention, he would also have the opportunity to have a dinner together on the island, and maybe even stay overnight on the island. Let's enjoy the bright moon together.
His expression was full of fear, and he opened his mouth and said: "A few plum blossoms in the corner... plum blossoms... plum blossoms..."
Damn, I’m too nervous. What’s next?
Ji Jin saw Yuan Bao's face flushed with anxiety and secretly took out a note from his sleeve, feeling very happy.
Fortunately, she took the initiative to take over the check-in job. Otherwise, such an embarrassing scene would easily make people suspect that the world-famous Jiangnan talent pool is empty talk.
This talent conference is claimed to be an exchange of poems, but in fact the princes of the capital are secretly competing to pre-select the available talents before next spring.
She was given the right to be selected because her uncle was the minister of the Ministry of War and regarded her as his own child, and his uncle was highly valued by His Majesty.
He has ascended the throne at the age of sixteen. He has reigned for forty-four years and has survived two princes. Among the nobles who came this time are people from the factions of King Kang and King Jin who are very likely to ascend to the position of crown prince.
Ji Jin, like her uncle, did not want to pay attention to the partisanship in the court, but it was what she should and could do to recommend some Jinling students to serve the country.
"Ling...Ling..."
Yuanbao was still jumping out word after word.
Ji Jin felt that half an hour had passed as long as several years, and finally lost his patience.
"If Mr. Yuan can't remember it, why don't you wait until the next person has finished reciting it?"
For a whole hour, no one dared to come to answer the test questions, except for two talented people from the capital who said they were here to join in the fun, but were actually here to dampen the spirit of the Jinling students.
Although Yuan Bao was looking for someone to write the poem at first glance, and Ji Jin had no hope in his poems, his courage to be the first should still be encouraged.
"No...what if they come and take away my spot?"
Yuan Bao didn't forget that there was a straw bag selling poems by the lake. He glanced at the crumpled straw paper from the corner of his eye.
The few words above immediately connected the memories for him.
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming!"
"This poem is called "Plum Blossom". I wonder if this poem will allow me to stay in this pavilion?"
Yuan Bao is both proud and guilty.
He thought there was nothing wrong with this poem, and it was better than some famous poems recorded in the "Collection of Thousands of Daxing Poems".
But it was Ji Jin who made the final decision, and the person selling the poems was Ning Wushan, who had to pay for people after they were sold. Such a powerful poem only cost ten taels of gold.
He was unsure.
