my empire simulator

Chapter 45 The man is in the dim light

Xiao Jin is one of the outstanding scholars in Sichuan.

At this time, he was sitting in the restaurant on the right side of the poetry stage, tasting the fine wine in the glass little by little, listening to the verses recited below, shaking his head with a smile.

To him, the verses recited by these people are only mediocre, and they are not a threat to him.

Only those two poems by Chan Chan Ju can be compared with myself.

In fact, Xiao Jin didn't think Jiang Xubai could write such words.

After all, it is not uncommon for the third son to buy two poems and say that he wrote them himself. Everyone loves fame.

At this time, someone pushed away the private room on the second floor where he was. Xiao Jin looked up and saw a man in Tsing Yi walking in, followed by attendants.

"Your Majesty."

Xiao Jin bowed slightly to the young master in front of him.

The person in front of him is Wang Tingxi, the son of the royal family in Sichuan.

Wang Tingxi likes to make friends with literati, among them Xiao Jin is one of his good friends.

"Young Master Xiao is very magnanimous."

Walking straight to the opposite of Xiao Jin, Wang Tingxi sat down slowly and said with a smile, "It seems that the leader today must be Young Master Xiao."

Hearing this, although Xiao Jin was happy in her heart, she still said modestly on the surface: "It's too early, I'm just showing my shame first..."

Looking at the humble Xiao Jin, Wang Tingxi didn't say much, poured a glass of wine and toasted Xiao Jin: "Then I wish you the championship today."

The two drank the wine in their glasses, then looked at each other and smiled.

"His Royal Highness is very optimistic about Young Master Xiao. If he wins the championship this time, His Royal Highness will promote Young Master Xiao to the residence of the Young Master."

Wang Tingxi's words also told Xiao Jin that he was about to work for His Royal Highness.

"Thank you, Prince."

Saluting to Wang Tingxi, Xiao Jin couldn't restrain the corners of her mouth from rising.

Who in the whole of Sichuan doesn't know His Royal Highness's benevolence?

If there is no accident, after hundreds of years of the king, His Royal Highness the son will definitely succeed to the throne. With the character of the son, they will definitely be able to get high officials and rich salary.

Reaching the sky in one step, Xiao Jin was extremely happy in her heart.

Thinking about it, he offered another glass of wine to Wang Tingxi.

The two of them were drinking in the private room, listening to the poems coming from below from time to time, and occasionally Xiao Jin would taste them, but the words were more or less mixed with the taste of pointing.

Apparently, over time, he has taken the ringleader into his pocket.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a commotion below caught Xiao Jin's attention.

I saw a few old men on the poetry stage gathered together, and I don't know what they saw.

"What happened?"

Wang Tingxi frowned, could it cause such a commotion, could it be that some masterpiece appeared?
So Wang Tingxi ordered his servants to investigate immediately, and after a while, the servants hurried back.

"Sir, it is said that it is a poem written by the third son."

Three sons?
Xiao Jin felt her heart skip a beat and froze in place. The next moment, she heard the recitation slowly coming from below.

"Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night..."

"It blows even more, and the stars are like rain."

"BMW carved cars are all over the road."

"The sound of the phoenix flute moves, and the light of the jade pot turns..."

"A night of ichthyosaur dance—"

As soon as Que appeared in the first half of the poem, the audience was stunned.

The prosperity of Jinguan City tonight is vividly displayed in this half-quee.

With only a half-word, all the poems in the poetry club are reduced to a foil...

Xiao Jin felt her head go blank when she heard it, she held on to the railing to stabilize her figure, and the chanting below did not stop.

"Moth's snow willow golden strands, the laughter is full of dark fragrance..."

The first half of the que describes the scenery of Jinguan City, while the second half of the que changes its writing style to describe people.

There was silence around the poetry stage, only the sound of Zhou Jingyu's reciting: "People search for him thousands of Baidu..."

A picture appeared in the eyes of everyone, a group of beautiful wandering girls strolling along the streets of Jinguan City, laughing and passing by themselves, the lingering fragrance wafted away.

He turned his head to look for the wandering girl who haunted him, but he was nowhere to be found.

After regaining consciousness, he looked at Zhou Jingyu on the poetry stage, waiting for the last sentence...

"Suddenly looking back, that person was in a dimly lit place..."

Suddenly looking back...

That person was in a dimly lit place...

A sense of enlightenment rose in everyone's hearts.

The first half of the Que describes the scenery, and the second half of the Que expresses the meaning of calligraphy.

Such words have never existed through the ages.

After Shen Zeqian listened to it, his expression changed several times, his lips moved slightly to comment, but he couldn't speak.

I just feel that I can't comment on this word...

Thousands of words, turned into a long sigh, said: "To see such poems, this life is not in vain..."

This poem made all the poems in the Lantern Poetry Festival bleak, and even the previous poems could not be found to be comparable.

Situ Changqing was also extremely excited at the moment, whether it was the new paper or the poem, they gave him too many surprises.

Just as he wanted to take a look, Zhou Jingyu secretly folded the paper and stuffed it into his bosom.

Situ Changqing was slightly taken aback, but before he could react, Zhou Jingyu yawned.

"The old man's body can't bear it any longer, so I'm going home first, and I'm leaving—"

After finishing speaking, without giving others time to react, he turned around and got off the poetry stage.

Don't look at his age, but his legs and feet are very agile, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Situ Changqing saw Zhou Jingyu like this for the first time, pointing in the direction where Zhou Jingyu disappeared, not knowing what to say.

"Go get it tomorrow."

Shen Zeqian glanced at the direction where Zhou Jingyu was going, and knew what his old friend was thinking, so he didn't care about it.

Turning to look at the attendant who passed on the poem, he asked, "Is the third young master living in Chan Chan?"

"The words are sent from Chanchanju."

The attendant didn't know whether the third son was there, he only knew that the words were delivered from Chanchanju.

Nodding his head, Shen Zeqian looked in the direction of Chanchanju, and was about to leave the poetry stage, so he went to Chanchanju to pay a visit to the third young master.

What really shocked him was not only the lyrics, but also the new paper. He really wanted to know how it was made.

It's a pity that he can't spare to visit now.

However, just as Shen Zeqian was about to sit down, another attendant from the poetry biography ran over.

"The Poetry of Chan Chanju -"

……

At this moment, in the restaurant not far away, Xiao Jin's face was pale, looking at the poetry platform below, her lips trembled and she couldn't speak.

He knew that as soon as this poem came out, his leader was gone.

"Third son..."

Wang Tingxi frowned and looked down. He didn't know what he was planning, and his expression was uncertain.

"no no……"

Xiao Jin couldn't accept it, so he pushed away the attendant who came to support him, sat in front of the desk, and picked up the pen tremblingly, but when he was writing, he stopped.

How to write?
How can I write it?

He was shocked to find that he couldn't write "suddenly looking back, but the man was in a dimly lit place" no matter what...

This is a height that I can't reach in my poor life.

Wang Tingxi turned his head and saw that Xiao Jin's expression was wrong, so he said, "Young Master Xiao, there is no need to force yourself..."

Xiao Jin gritted her teeth, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard from below.

"The Poetry of Chan Chanju -"

Shocked, Xiao Jin immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the poetry stage.

Only Shen Zeqian's voice came slowly: "The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky..."

(End of this chapter)