Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 257 Benefits
Although he is a time traveler and his status is extremely noble, but... people don't know.

Besides, Zhu Xiuyuan couldn't let them know, otherwise, he would be burned as a monster.

Zhu Xiuyuan took two steps quickly, greeted him, and bowed his hands.

"My lord, my lord, the two lords are really disgruntled. If you have something to do, you only need to call, and the official will come forward in person. Please trouble your lord and the lord. It's too big That’s it!”

"Hey, I wish Sima no need to be polite or think too much." Yang Tingyu's old face was smiling, with wrinkles and ravines like mountains.

"Since you don't want to compose a poem, then I and the prince have no choice but to go there in person." Yang Tingyu said with a smile, speaking softly.

However, these gentle words sounded like a thunderbolt from the blue to the ears of the onlookers!
The "ranks" of Yang Tingyu and Poyang King are too high, and their words and deeds will be over-interpreted by the people below...

So what does Yang Tingyu and Poyang King mean by this move?

With Yang Tingyu, Mr. Yang and his position as King of Poyang, he actually came to invite Zhu Xiuyuan in person, just to ask him to write a poem. This is too... incredible.

Dong Cheng and others' heads were dizzy, and they always felt unreal, like in a dream.

"This... lower official..." Zhu Xiuyuan was also speechless. He really didn't know what to say.

"Haha!" Yang Tingyu looked up to the sky with a long smile, "Zhu Sima, do you think it's unreasonable and utterly unreasonable for me to come here to see you, just to ask you to write a poem, as the investigation and disposal envoy of Jiangnan West Road?" Are you confused?"

"Understood dare not!"

"Haha, I wish you Sima, I have been an official for more than forty years, how can I not see that you are hiding your clumsiness!" Yang Tingyu said with a smile.

"Um... the handling has given me a sharp eye, and the subordinates admire me!"

"Haha!" Yang Tingyu smiled proudly and said: "Congratulations to Sima, today is the Double Ninth Festival. It has been a tradition for generations to climb high and compose poems. If you already have good poems, you might as well recite them and make everyone happy."

As Yang Tingyu spoke, he suddenly came close to Zhu Xiuyuan and whispered: "It is a good thing for young people to know how to hide their clumsiness, but when the time is right, you should show your sharpness."

The corner of Yang Tingyu's mouth raised, "Bless you Sima, I believe you, your generous and glorious words at this poetry meeting will bring you unimaginable benefits!"

After Yang Tingyu finished speaking, he had already retreated to his original position, with a smile on his face, wrinkles like ravines, and a pair of old and bright eyes.

"Congratulations, Sima, sir, this is for your own good. Why don't you quickly thank me and read out that poem by Lao Shizi?" King Poyang also said with a smile.

Zhu Xiuyuan suddenly came back to his senses. Although he couldn't figure out what the "unimaginable benefits" Yang Tingyu said were, Zhu Xiuyuan chose to believe in King Poyang and Yang Tingyu.

Moreover, even if he copied a poem, if there was no such poem in the world, it would only increase his reputation as "Sima Jiangzhou, a good poet".

If that poem already existed in this world, it would just be a "congratulations on copying poems" hat.

For better or worse, it only affects his reputation in the "poetry circle", and Zhu Xiuyuan didn't want to gain a foothold in the poetry or literary circles, so it doesn't matter if he gets better or worse.

"I understand, my lord, thank you for your cultivation, and thank you for your instruction!" Zhu Xiuyuan pretended to understand Yang Tingyu's "good intentions", and bowed to the two big men respectively.

The two big men nodded, then returned to their seats. They first asked the scribe to read out Liu Wencai's poems, and then asked Zhu Xiuyuan to write his Double Ninth Festival poems.

Liu Wencai likes to delve into poetry and poetry. He does have two brushes. Once his poems are read out, they immediately cause a sensation.

Liu Wencai's face glowed red, she held her hands together and smiled, as if she was struck by great happiness.

"Okay, now please wish Sima to compose his Double Ninth Festival poem. Sir Sima, the pen and paper are ready, please!" the scribe said.

"Husband, come on! Husband, we must take back Chongyang Shikui!"

Dong Shuzhen jumped her feet and shouted, which immediately made Liu Wencai fall into a daze.

"Wonderful son-in-law, I think highly of you!" Dong Cheng also encouraged him. "Bless Sima, wish Sima..."

Zhu Xiuyuan glanced at Dong Shuzhen, Dong Cheng and others in turn, nodded and said: "I will try my best, but everyone, I can say the ugly words first, this poem... is an old work of the predecessors, I will copy it out today, only Have fun for everyone..."

"Lord Sima is too modest!"

"Yes, Lord Sima also said that at the last feast for King Poyang's [-]th birthday, it was a copy of an old work by a predecessor. But in fact, it was not an old work by a predecessor. It was clearly written by Lord Sima himself..."

"Master Sima, there is no need to be humble, we all think highly of you..."

Zhu Xiuyuan glanced at everyone one by one, and finally stopped at one place, looking at Dong Shuyu for a second.Zhu Xiuyuan saw expressions of "encouragement", "expectation" and "excitement" in Dong Shuyu's eyes.

Zhu Xiuyuan nodded secretly and walked towards the small table.

However, Zhu Xiuyuan had just taken two steps when he stopped and said loudly: "There is no need to write it down, just recite it in front of everyone!"

His calligraphy... there are so many people here!

"Okay, Master Sima, come on!"

"Stop making noise, stop making noise, everyone, be quiet, otherwise you won't be able to hear Lord Sima's voice..."

The noise at the scene gradually subsided, everyone stared at Zhu Xiuyuan, no one spoke out, not even coughing, only the rustling of the wind blowing the leaves, and the chirping of birds in the forest in the distance.

Zhu Xiuyuan turned on the spot and saw Yang Tingyu and King Poyang paying serious attention to him on their seats.

Dong Cheng, Dong Shuzhen, Dong Shuyu, etc. also stared at him with wide eyes. The other scholars and common people also looked at him with expectant looks on their faces.

"Ahem, hum!"

Zhu Xiuyuan cleared his throat, made enough gestures, and fully aroused everyone's curiosity before he opened his mouth and read a poem slowly and loudly.

Poetry:

To be a stranger in a foreign country alone, think of love every time during the festive season.

Yaozhi brothers climbed the heights, and one less cornel was inserted everywhere.

...After a moment of silence.

"Nice poem!"

Yang Tingyu laughed loudly, slapped the table and stood up, and said: "The leader of poetry in this Double Ninth Festival Poetry Festival is undoubtedly Zhu Sima!"

Although King Poyang didn't know much about poetry and poetry, he tasted the poem carefully and got a taste of it. He couldn't help stroking his beard, nodding, and laughing non-stop.

"My son-in-law..."

"Brother Zhu..."

"Lord Sima..."

Dong Cheng, Liu Wencai, as well as the scholars and common people who were watching, all fell into a state of madness.

Dong Cheng and Liu Wencai are people who really understand poetry and poetry, so they can naturally appreciate the beauty of this poem.

Those people were purely to heighten the atmosphere, or to be excited by Yang Tingyu's words, "The top poet in this Double Ninth Festival is undoubtedly Zhu Sima."

(End of this chapter)