People around him kept protesting and talking.
Su Yunfei was so disturbed that he was too lazy to respond. He hugged Lin Wanru directly and flew directly to the private room on the second floor of the poetry museum.
The window faced the arena in the courtyard.
As soon as he stood up and put down Lin Wanru, he heard the protest at the entrance of the courtyard getting louder.
Everyone is accusing the Poetry Hall of being unfair.
Lin Wanru felt so ashamed.
"You...can't compose poetry, why can you come into the poetry museum?"
Lin Wanru couldn't help but tortured her soul with this question.
Su Yunfei touched his head and sat down helplessly.
"Oh, please sit down first. I don't want to come to this place either.
But my father disliked the fact that I only knew how to wield a sword and wanted me to learn how to write lyrics and poems.
I don’t know how to do it. This is not because I am forced to have no choice.
My father asked me to listen here all morning every day, talking about cultivating sentiments..."
While pouring tea, Su Yunfei said with full of grievance, his eyes instantly lost their luster and despair.
Lin Wanru saw Su Yunfei's reluctant look,
Then he sat down.
But the outcry of dissatisfaction outside the poetry museum is getting louder and louder.
The owner was helpless and kept shouting to comfort the people outside the hospital.
"Then you shouldn't tell others outside the door that you can't write poetry. Just now the scholar outside the courtyard said,
The rule of this poetry museum is that only if you win the poetry competition, you are qualified to drink tea and read poetry here. If you just say that you don't know it,
This will make everyone psychologically unbalanced, and you will make it difficult for the owner of the museum to be a good person. "
Lin Wanru lectured Su Yunfei.
"What does it matter? This poetry museum is closed just in time. If it is closed, I will never come here again."
Su Yunfei said nonchalantly while drinking tea.
Lin Wanru shook her head helplessly.
"You, you, such a big young man, you don't do anything with your head, and you shut down this place.
Your father will only find another place for you to continue learning, or more seriously, directly hire a tutor for you to have one-on-one lessons. "
Hearing what Lin Wanru said, Su Yunfei suddenly put down his tea cup and his eyes widened as he reacted.
"Yeah, what should I do? It can be quieter here, but I don't want a wife..."
Su Yunfei looked outside in a panic.
"Oh, I'm really impressed by you."
Lin Wanru said as she walked towards the desk next to her.
It is worthy of being a poetry museum. Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are always kept in the room for the convenience of talented people writing poems.
Lin Wanru picked up the brush and dipped it in ink.
Haven't started writing yet...
Su Yunfei asked in disbelief: "What's wrong, do you want to compose a poem?"
Lin Wanru smiled awkwardly and said, I can read poetry, but it was not written by me, but by ancestor Su Shi.
"Ah, you want to copy other people's poems. We are all talented people here. Just copy the poems and you will be fooled."
Su Yunfei explained.
"Then have you heard of Su Shi, the ancestor of the Song Dynasty?"
Lin Wanru asked.
Su Yunfei shook his head blankly: "I've never heard of it. What about the Song Dynasty? We are now the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
"That's good. Does your writing look good?" Lin Wanru asked.
"It's okay." Su Yunfei replied.
Lin Wanru stood up directly, moved out of the way and said, "Then I'll read it, and you'll write it. Make it nice. This is a masterpiece by a great man." "
Su Yunfei didn't understand who this Su Shi Lin Wanru was talking about, so he sat at the table in confusion, picked up his brush and looked at Lin Wanru.
"Can you do it?" Su Yunfei didn't believe that there were still women who could write poetry. After all, Xuanyuan was in an era where a woman's lack of talent was considered a virtue.
"Oh, you're done writing it. If you don't write it quickly, this poetry museum will be overthrown by the group of talented people outside the hospital."
Lin Wanru said impatiently.
"Okay, okay, then tell me quickly."
Listening to the noise outside, Su Yunfei got ready to write.
"The name of this poem is Shui Tiao Ge Tou."
"When will the bright moon come?"
"Ask the sky for wine"
...
Lin Wanru kept reading.
Su Yunfei went from questioning at the beginning to writing a large page in a smooth manner.
"What a poem, what a poem, this is really great."
Su Yunfei smiled from ear to ear and stood up.
This poem is truly unprecedented and unprecedented! Take the poem you wrote and run to the window.
He flew directly to the ring.
"Quiet, quiet..."
The noise was so loud that no one heard what Su Yunfei said.
Seeing that shouting had no effect, Su Yunfei directly picked up the drum hammer from the ring and started banging it hard.
"Just now I said I can't compose poetry, but that's just to keep up with you..."
Before he could say anything, the crowd became noisy again, with all kinds of provocative words flying around.
"Master Su, Master Su, please stop talking. If you continue to make trouble, my poetry library will not be able to continue to operate."
The owner of the museum bowed helplessly and begged Su Yunfei.
Su Yunfei beat hard and beat the drum again and again.
"Listen to what I have to say, okay?"
Su Yunfei raised the poem written in his hand and showed it.
"This is what I just wrote. Why don't we make a bet today? If I block a hundred taels of gold, I can win.
If you are not convinced, you can place a bet to challenge me. If you win my poem, I will never come here again, and I will give you one hundred taels of gold. "
"Okay, I accept the challenge. He just said that he can't write poetry..."
"I also want to challenge..."
"And I...I...I..."
The crowd was shouting to accept the challenge, probably because they wanted to win Su Yunfei's one hundred taels of gold.
They all took out the money they had and prepared to place bets.
The curator was really helpless. He knew that Su Yunfei couldn't write poetry, so he couldn't stop running back and forth anxiously, not knowing what to do.
"Master, Master, what should you do? How should I explain to the Prime Minister?"
The curator's facial features were almost wrinkled together, and his heart was burning with anxiety.
Lin Wanru was staring outside from the window on the second floor, with a confident smile on her face.
"This poem belongs to ancestor Su Shi. It will be an eternal masterpiece in our 22nd world. Just because of you talented people, not to mention that I have never heard of any poets from the Xuanyuan Dynasty. No, I have never heard of it at all. Passing the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
Lin Wanru was eating snacks and fruits, looking like she was watching a good show.
The boy brought the tray and collected the money from the bettors.
After a while, the tray was filled with a large plate, and the boy carried it aside heavily.
"Then please come up and compose poems. Come in groups. If there are too many people, others can enter the courtyard and line up."
Su Yunfei handed the poem in his hand to the curator and flew back to the box on the second floor. The curator was shocked when he saw it.
He changed his worried look just now, and gradually a smile appeared on his face.
I can't believe it was written by Su Yunfei. After all, he was sent to the poetry museum because he didn't understand poetry.
After coming back, Su Yunfei smiled so confidently.
"How are you sure you can win? One hundred taels of gold is not a small amount. Do you have one hundred taels of gold?"
Lin Wanru asked doubtfully.
"It's just a hundred taels of gold. What a trivial matter."
Su Yunfei said nonchalantly.
"Brother, you are so rich, but I still forget to ask, who are you?
You look very rich and powerful. No one else can get in, but you can come and go freely even though you don't know anything. "
Lin Wanru said as she picked up the cup to taste the tea.
"Me, my father is the prime minister, so I can barely be considered his son."
Lin Wanru spurted out the tea she just took in her mouth.
"Ahem...your father is the prime minister, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Lin Wanru quickly searched for the memory of Su Yunfei in her memory.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find any memory related to Su Yunfei.
"Who are you, Su Zhe?"
In Lin Wanru's memory, there was only one son named Su Zhe among the prime minister's sons named Su, and she had never heard of him having a younger brother. She opened her eyes and looked at Su Yunfei carefully to confirm.
"Su Zhe is my eldest brother, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion."
Su Yunfei lowered his eyes while eating, as if something unhappy had been mentioned.
"Then Su Zhe is your eldest brother, so why haven't I seen you for so many years?"
Lin Wanru continued to ask.
"It's normal that you haven't seen me before. I'm a concubine. I was sent to Wutai Mountain to practice since I was a child. I didn't come back until the day I met you.
As for why I came back, it was probably because my eldest brother died and my father remembered that he still had me as his son. "
There were some tears in Su Yunfei's eyes.
Lin Wanru recalled carefully that Su Zhe volunteered to lead the vanguard and died while leading the vanguard in the battle of Nanshu.
It was also because of Su Zhe's bloody battle that the army won the first battle.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know he was your eldest brother. He was great. He fought for his country and the common people and died a worthy death."
Lin Wanru comforted Su Yunfei in a low voice.
"It's okay. He's already dead. Why are you mentioning him?"
Su Yunfei kept pretending to watch what was going on in the courtyard to ease the embarrassment.
