The poisonous woman is frivolous, please be gentle with me, Your Highness.

Chapter 55 What I Gained in My Dream

Bai Qianxi was indifferent and nonchalant, with a determined gaze, which made everyone stunned. Although they disdained her and did not believe that she could do anything, some people still brought paper and pen to expose her.

White paper was spread on the table, and more and more people gathered around, pointing and talking at Bai Qianxi, with expressions of disdain evident on their faces.

Bai Qianxi turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window. She held the pen with her slender white fingers, and as she moved, the ink-colored words began to write on the white paper.

As the handwriting was formed, the people around saw it, their attention gradually focused, and they couldn't help but look at the paper.

At first, they were only attracted by the handwriting, but when the words were formed, everyone's eyes widened, and some people began to read out loud slowly following her movements.

"The grass on the plain withers and grows again every year. Wildfires cannot burn it all, but it will grow again with the spring breeze..."

The elegant handwriting is strong and powerful, and coupled with the two sentences, it seems to make everyone see the endless breath of life and perseverance.

“This… is simply a masterpiece!”

“You can’t burn the weeds, they will grow again in the spring breeze… It’s true. Even if the weeds turn to ashes, they will grow back next year and show some greenery.”

“Seconds, it’s only seconds… Here it comes, here it comes again, look!!”

"Distant fragrance invades the ancient road, clear green connects to the deserted city... I send the prince away again, the grass is full of farewell feelings."

The clear voice, word by word, was read out by everyone, which was amazing.

After the voice fell, everyone was stunned for a long time. Bai Qianxi stood in front of the table, her expression calm, neither arrogant nor impatient, and she was as predicted in the poem, upright and resolute.

For a long time, there were thunderous applause and exclamations one after another.

"Seconds, how wonderful! The wild grass grows in spring and withers in autumn, and the cycle continues year after year. It carries the parting thoughts of friends... Wonderful!"

"Miss Bai Wu could actually write such a poem. Who said she was a fool? If a fool is like this, then we are worse than fools!"

"There are always people who are better than you! Once this poem is published, the calligraphy on the main hall of Xianju Hall will have to be replaced!"

"Wu Niang, you are so amazing!" Cheng Shaoyi hugged Bai Qianxi's arm, her sparkling eyes full of admiration, and then she looked proud and complacent, as if everyone was praising her. "Didn't you say that it's impossible to write about weeds? It seems that you are the ones who can't do it! My Wu Niang has always been amazing!"

Every time the people around her praised her, Bai Qianyi's face became a little gloomier.

Seeing her unhappy expression, Cheng Shaoyi felt even happier, and asked with a smug look on his face, "I wonder when this talented Fourth Miss Bai will finish it!"

"..." Bai Qianyi's face flushed instantly. She wanted to tear her apart when she saw her, but her forbearance made her almost twisted. After a moment's pause, she spoke, "I haven't studied this question in my daily life. I'm really not as good as my sister. I guess you must have been thinking about this question with the master a lot!"

Bai Qianyi had an innocent look on her face, but her words hinted that Bai Qianxi had prepared the questions in advance and was well prepared, not at her usual level.

Sure enough, after hearing this, everyone looked at Bai Qianxi strangely.

"No wonder she came up with such a tricky question. It turns out she had prepared it in advance!"

"But didn't you see the poem? Even if it was prepared in advance, it is still a masterpiece! Can you complete it if you are given a year or two?" someone said dissatisfiedly.

"I... I can't do it, but I don't want to use this method. Maybe this poem was not written by her, but bought!" "Yes, yes, I also think it was bought. Otherwise, how could a notorious concubine with a bad reputation and a reputation as a idiot write such a poem?"

"You can't just say that. I saw this fifth girl standing there with a unique aura of determination and calmness. It's not an exaggeration for her to be able to do it. But didn't you see her handwriting? If she really had no talent, how could she write such a vigorous and freehand handwriting?"

The group of people had different opinions and soon split into two factions, but only a few stood by Bai Qianxi.

Bai Qianxi was as calm as ever. After all, this poem was not written by her. Instead, she used the knowledge she learned in modern times and borrowed from the poems of the great poet Bai Juyi.

"This poem was definitely not written by me..." Bai Qianxi's voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone was stunned, and then an uproar broke out, and the sound of baboons shouting rang out.

"Look, look, what did I say? It's just a bought poem!"

"How could a fool like her create such a masterpiece?"

"This person is a disgrace to literature. Letting her come here is a blasphemy to this place! Get out now!"

"Yes, get out now! You don't deserve to be here."

Bai Qianyi looked at the angry faces of the crowd, with uncontrollable joy and satisfaction in her eyes, but she still stepped forward and stood in front of Bai Qianxi, saying with a weak and kind face, "Don't be like this, my sister just wanted to beat me so badly that she prepared for so long. She is still young, please forgive her!"

"Fifth sister, you should apologize to everyone and ask for forgiveness!"

"Why ask for forgiveness? The poem was indeed not written by me. It was written by the immortal in my dream!" Bai Qianxi said with a raised eyebrow.

"What immortal in a dream? Sister, if you want to clear your name, you have to come up with a better reason!"

"So sister, do you mean that I should buy poems?"

"I didn't say that, but isn't it... everyone can still judge!" Bai Qianyi covered her mouth with her hands. Although she didn't say it directly, this sentence was also a direct indication that Bai Qianxi was buying poems.

Bai Qianxi sneered, her eyes burning, "You mean I should buy a poem? Well, I guess you haven't seen this poem before, let alone know someone with such talent and literary talent. So how can I, a concubine's daughter, buy a poem of this level? Even if my sister is a legitimate daughter, and is entrusted with an important task and trained by her parents, she can't do it!"

"Yes, for a poem of this level, why don't you go and buy one and try!" Cheng Shaoyi said immediately.

Everyone looked at each other.

"That makes sense. The poem is so profound that it is impossible for an ordinary person to write it. How could someone with such talent be willing to sell his own work?"

"But this immortal in the dream is too ethereal! Who knows if she is just making it up?"

"If you haven't seen the immortal in your dream, how can you explain this poem? I think it's absolutely not worth buying. Besides, I'm a well-read person, but I've never seen this poem in any other book!"

Bai Qianyi was thoughtful and clenched her fingers unwillingly. Bai Qianxi seemed to have guessed what she was going to say, but spoke first.

"The immortal in my dream taught me a lot." Bai Qianxi said, and then put her hands behind her back, with a calm posture and a straight back, "Then I will read a few more poems!"

(End of this chapter)