Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 241 The Little Genius of Poetry

Jiang Su put down his ambitious words, and the fake scholar beside him was not surprised. He smiled kindly and pointed at the three or five people lying on the table at the other end of the pavilion.

Each of these people dressed as scholars had a shabby look, as if they had been sucked out of their yang energy by monsters, their cheeks were all sunken, and their whole bodies were filled with the disease of a depressed and frustrated youth.

"Did you see? These are the same people who said your bold words half a month ago. It's just that you told me quietly. They said it in front of hundreds of people in the entire poetry garden. Now their minds are empty. I couldn’t help but leave with a dejected face, I was almost starving to death.”

"..."

Although Jiang Su subconsciously wanted to taunt him back, he still asked more, "Does this Prince Hate Water Prince not care about his job?"

"Of course I care, but they have to have the honor to eat!"

Jiang Su was secretly happy and subconsciously thought, fortunately, I have the honor to eat.

……

No, what’s the point of showing off and not eating it?
Jiang Su angrily pulled the tissue paper from the fake scholar's hand, took out the brush of an unknown animal from his storage bag, stained it with ink, and commented, "You think about this General Wang massacring hundreds of thousands of people?" On the bright side, I can’t write anything about him.”

"No, I just came up with these few words, which can almost spell out a poem!"

The fake scholar was speechless and his eyes became even more confused. He could only nod blankly, "What the girl said... makes sense. What about the next sentence?"

She paid attention to her pen control this time and completed the poem based on these three words stroke by stroke.

Jiang Su decisively crossed out a few scattered words on the paper, such as "return, fierce reputation, cruelty, blood, blade, strong wind...".

The fake scholar was anxious and wanted to stop him. He took care of the defense of men and women and made random gestures in front of him. Finally, he had no choice but to let go. "There is new tissue paper here. Why bother using this, girl? I'm really not good at writing poetry."

Finally, with the fake scholar's pupils trembling, he said the last sentence.

"No." Jiang Su looked at the three words in the middle of the crumpled paper with a half-smile, "What you wrote is quite profound."

Jiang Su sighed and imitated the man's tone just now, "Don't you understand? This is called effectively attracting firepower. Literati and poets like to arrange these things. The best way to cover an ink spot is to dye the entire piece of cloth black. ”

[Lightly gather, slowly twist, apply and then pick]

Jiang Su slapped her thigh and said calmly, "Look! You have subconsciously ignored General Wang's visits to brothels and punching old men, so it is absolutely okay for me to write poems in this way!"

Jiang Su remembered that the original author of this poem was really an emperor, so he quickly covered it with ink and added the word "Zeng".

Jiang Su picked up the pen again and wrote down the words one stroke at a time.

"Nowadays, whenever the word "general" is mentioned, everyone will think of his murderous record. Mentioning this matter again is purely unnecessary and useless!"

[The hibiscus tent warms the spring night. ]
"Ah?!" The fake scholar opened his mouth wide and quickly covered it with his hands. His face turned red and he looked at the woman in green in shock, speaking incoherently, "You, you, you, what are you talking about?!"

"Have you ever taken off your shirt with a general? What happens next?" The fake scholar frowned, as if he was thinking about how to turn the seismometer with his walnut-sized brain.

The fake scholar could now read her handwriting clearly and murmured, "Shall I take off my shirt with the general?"

Jiang Su added the second sentence without hesitation.

"Me? How dare you use the title of emperor?!"

The fake scholar's eyes were confused and he considered, "General Wang probably won't fight for steamed buns with beggars. He has already gone to the gambling house and spent money like water. He won't be so depressed..."

[Turn over and light the lamp to call Jiaojiao]

"If General Wang had only killed hundreds of thousands of people, others would have called him the God of Killer. If General Wang had stayed overnight in a brothel instead of returning home, spent money like water in a gambling house, punched an old man when he met someone crossing the street, and would have followed a beggar when he went out. Are they fighting over the steamed buns?"

"Okay, this poem is really magnificent." Jiang Su commented to himself.

The fake scholar felt his heart tremble when he saw it, and now he began to hesitate whether to go home quickly and ask his father, a military commander, to protect him, so as not to be hacked by General Wang when he went out that day without any explanation.

"Girl, um, I have something important at home. I'll first—" He stood up and was about to run.

Jiang Su grabbed his robe and said, "Hey, don't leave. It was you who wrote the three characters "Jie Zhan robe". These officials' children in Yuzhou City should all know your handwriting."

The fake scholar turned around in fear, his throat moved slightly, "Girl, you really want me to go to the underworld." Jiang Su let go of his hand, pulled the piece of silk paper on which he composed the poem, pressed down the folds, straightened the board, and said with a smile, "I came from the underworld, why did I take you back again?"

"You don't have this chance. I'm in the underworld and there's already someone there."

The girl in green clothes brushed her sleeves, put the white flag behind her back again, and strode towards the bottom of the rockery.

The fake scholar felt as if a fierce horse was running in his chest, and he had to break the horizontal shackles of these white bones first.

terrible……

This woman is so terrible! ! !

Finally he made up his mind! He timidly walked to the corner of the rockery and looked at the group of pretentious literati.

"Dad and General Wang are colleagues, and they can definitely save my life."

He still wanted to know whether what this woman said was true or false! After all, he himself was shaken just now!

He really didn't expect General Wang to visit a brothel and punch an old man... punching was too strong a word.

Jiang Su leisurely walked to the rockery and easily pushed through the people on the inner and outer three floors. His shoulders tilted, and the heavy sword wrapped in white banners knocked several scholars who had no strength to restrain them. Eight crooked.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?! Don't squeeze, don't squeeze!"

"Hey, it hurts. What are you carrying? You woman, why are you squeezing? Are you in the wrong place? This is a poetry meeting!"

"Come here, where are the guards? Who put this man here?! He smells sour and poor. Why should he touch this young master's golden and jade-embroidered clothes!"

"Snapped--"

Jiang Su slammed the piece of paper on the table, turned around, and glanced at the screaming people. His eyes were as cold and sharp as the cold wind carrying snow, scratching the bones of people.

"Shut your mouth," she said.

How could these scholars resist the immortal's murderous intention? They didn't dare to move for a moment. Their backs felt like electricity was going through them, and they were sweating profusely.

The rich young man who just said Jiang Su was poor and sour didn't know where his courage came from. He was probably blessed by the golden silk double embroidered jade beads and brocade clothes. He hesitated and said, "Big, big, bold, why do you..."

Jiang Su sneered lightly, half-smiling but not smiling, "Only I can write a poem that can be exchanged for ten thousand taels of gold!"

Opposite the desk.

Young Master Xuanyi, who had been silently observing everyone, suddenly stood up, and the wooden chair under him made a hissing sound.

His voice was calm and stern, full of momentum, "Oh? Can the poem you wrote be worth ten thousand taels of gold in my poetry club?"

Jiang Su turned around, lazily raised his eyelids, and glanced at the young man who was full of murderous aura, turning a blind eye to the cruelty in his eyes.

"If I say so, it will certainly be possible." She said calmly.

Wang Henshui's eyes were filled with disdain and his brows were knitted together, "Ah, what the girl thinks...is useless. Only after I take a look can I know."

Jiang Su nodded, "Well, no problem."

She pressed the tissue paper with her hand so that it wouldn't loosen.

"Pay your money, one tael of gold to see it once, it's definitely worth the money and it will solve your current worries."

The white flag behind the woman in green swayed, revealing the three words "无知" that looked like ghostly symbols.

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