A poem is worth a thousand dollars!
Hearing these words, not only Peng Benzhi was dumbfounded, Su Yu was dumbfounded, all the onlookers were dumbfounded, and even Liang Zhen frowned and looked at Song Zhengming.
The latter is worthy of being a great scribe who is famous throughout Luzhou. Faced with this situation, he did not panic at all and continued to say sternly to Su Yu:
"Girl, this poem was written by me just now. If you think it's worth a thousand gold, then please grant Mr. Peng's wish."
"If you think you can't, just pretend that I have never said this."
"this……"
Su Yu had never seen anything like this before, and she opened her mouth and didn't know what to say in response.
After all, poetry is not something that can be weighed when buying groceries. How much money you pay is what you pay for.
Song Zhengming said that his poems were worth thousands of gold, but no matter whether the poems were good or not, they couldn't be sold!
She didn't know how to deal with it, but others just watched the excitement and didn't mind the matter. Soon someone said excitedly:
"Master Song! Then you should take out the poem first!"
"Yes! Let's listen to it too, so that we can help Miss Su Yu figure out how much this poem is worth!"
"In any case, it is a good thing to have someone from the Song Dynasty write a poem for such a grand event!"
"..."
The cheers suddenly broke out, and Song Zhengming turned around and handed the poem paper to Peng Benzhi, who had not recovered yet.
"Mr. Peng, it's up to you to present this poem to Miss Su Yu."
"Gudu..."
Peng Benzhi's Adam's apple squirmed twice, and he opened the paper tremblingly and took a look. His face immediately turned from white to red, and his expression became more and more excited.
He clutched the rice paper tightly as if he had acquired some rare treasure, and looked at it several times before looking at Song Zhengming with gratitude.
"Song, everyone in Song...did you really give me this poem?"
Song Zhengming took the Buddha's sleeves and sat down calmly: "A gentleman's words are hard to catch up with."
"Thank you, thank you Song Dynasty for appreciating the poem!"
Amid countless impatient glances, Peng Benzhi first bowed deeply to Song Zhengming, then straightened his body, glanced around and finally settled on Su Yu.
Compared with the despair just now, his current state was as exciting as if he had drank five cans of Red Bull and a bottle of Fengyoujing in a row.
"Miss Su Yu, everyone! Listen to this poem!"
There was a moment of silence on and off the stage, with only Peng Benzhi's trembling and high-pitched voice echoing.
"When the remaining red leaves are gone, the fragrance begins to bloom."
"The good name is called King of Flowers."
"Competing to praise the beauty that is unparalleled in the world."
"Exclusively the best fragrance in the world..."
"..."
At the end of the poem, the audience paused for a moment.
"What a poem!"
Someone took the lead in shouting, and soon there was a chorus of responses.
"Indeed!"
"To monopolize the best fragrance in the world...Miss Su Yu may be like the Yangliu poem in the capital and become famous all over the world with this sentence!"
"This sentence is indeed wonderful!"
"As expected of Master Song..."
"..."
Most of the words that touched his ears expressed admiration, but Wei Changtian didn't feel anything at all.
Yang Liushi smiled and asked, "Master, what do you think of this poem?"
"Okay."
Wei Changtian nodded noncommittally.
This is indeed his true thought.
This poem is so exquisite that it can be passed down through the ages... of course it is not possible.
But there is one saying that fits the scene tonight very well.
More importantly, the whole poem uses peony as a metaphor for people, calling Su Yu "the best fragrance in the world", which can be regarded as praising her to a very high position, which is particularly attractive to women in brothels.
Judging from Su Yu's current excitement, there is really no guarantee that this woman will choose Peng Benzhi because of this poem.
…
As Wei Changtian expected, Su Yu was really confused at the moment.
She could tell that Liang Zhen's status was extraordinary, but the allure of this poem was really too great.
A poem is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and this story alone will definitely become a legend if it spreads.
What's more, this poem also greatly praises myself.
For a red card player of Su Yu's caliber, how much money he earns is no longer that important. The more important thing is to build a good reputation for himself.
Only when her fame becomes greater will the young men from famous families be interested in redeeming her life, so that she can completely escape from this land of smoke and willows and return to a normal life.
Thinking of this, Su Yu finally said:
"Thanks to everyone in Song Dynasty and Mr. Peng for the poem... The Nu family likes it very much."
"To tell you the truth, ever since I heard about the poem 'Clouds Think of Clothes and Flowers Think of Face' a while ago, I have been thinking about it one day that I can get such a good poem handed down from generation to generation."
"I didn't expect that today I would get my wish..."
These few words of hers are actually quite a bit of business bragging.
Although this song "The most fragrant thing in the world" is good, everyone knows that there is a big gap between it and the poem about Yangliu, "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance".
There are even two levels entirely.
However, no one would jump out to speak out against this situation. On the contrary, Song Zhengming himself suddenly darkened after hearing this.
"Hmph! Don't compare my poem with that poem!"
"A man who commits the most evil crimes and kills the prime minister with his own hands, no matter how good his poems are, he has talent but no virtue!"
Damn it, can you get a gun?
Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, while Yang Liushi, who was also mentioned, covered her mouth and snickered.
"Sir, it seems that this layman Song is from the Liu family."
"Of course I know."
Wei Changtian rolled his eyes, and Su Yu on the stage was also a little embarrassed at the moment.
She lowered her head in embarrassment and said, "It's the slave's fault." Then she looked at Liang Zhen again.
"Master Liang, thank you for having such high regard for this little girl..."
Judging from this, he has decided to choose Peng Benzhi and is ready to apologize to Liang Zhen.
Liang Zhen's face naturally looked very ugly, and the fat county magistrate was even more anxious.
But it was hard for the two of them to say anything at this time. After all, it was difficult to force a weak woman in front of everyone.
But Wei Changtian was different.
He was already holding back his anger and wanted to give Liang Zhen a favor, so he immediately interrupted:
"Wait a minute! Is this poor poem worth a thousand pieces of gold?"
boom!
It was like a dynamite barrel was lit, and there was an uproar in Xiulou.
One wave after another, everyone present felt that what happened tonight was more exciting than watching a movie.
"Isn't this the young master who rejected Miss Su Yu before?"
"Yes, I remember that the surname is Wei, and he should have come with Mr. Liang."
"How dare he refute everyone's reputation in Song Dynasty like this? I don't know where he comes from?"
"Hey, we're just watching a show..."
"..."
Amidst the noise, Su Yu didn't know what to do.
Song Zhengming was stunned for a moment, then stared at Wei Changtian and shouted in a deep voice:
"Sir, Miss Su Yu has her own judgment on the value of my poems. It's not your turn to point fingers here!"
"For such a rude behavior, haven't your adults taught you any etiquette?!"
This was quite rude, and Wei Changtian would certainly not tolerate him, so he sneered and replied directly:
"If I didn't want to cause trouble anymore, your last sentence alone would have moved my head right now."
"you!"
Song Zhengming had never seen such a rude and barbaric person before. He was so angry that his voice trembled a little: "You, who are you!"
"Jushi Song, you even scolded me just now."
Wei Changtian curled his lips sarcastically.
"I am the heinous person who killed the prime minister."
"The Wei family in the capital, Wei Changtian."
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