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#57 - Qingzhu wrote about Xu Fengqiu

Gu Changsheng felt terrible.

Xu Fengqiu had a handle on him; Xu Fengqiu had called him out.

He had no choice but to speak up for Xu Fengqiu.

But it didn't matter.

Ji Bochang and Li Sheng had already exposed Xu Fengqiu's plagiarism.

They just hadn't delivered the final blow.

Next, there would be plenty of opportunities to expose Xu Fengqiu's poems as plagiarized.

Once exposed, he would completely lose face.

He would become a laughingstock of the continent.

Saint Yao, the Empress, said in a timely manner, "Since it's a misunderstanding, let it pass."

Ji Bochang and Li Sheng respectfully bowed, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Haha, but to see Young Master Xu's poem today, this trip to the poetry gathering has been worthwhile," Zhuge Chen stroked his beard and laughed.

Wei Yannian also smiled, "This is just the beginning; maybe there will be more surprises later."

"Indeed, indeed. Your Excellency, Poetry Saint, what is the theme for the second round?"

The Poetry Saint reluctantly shifted his gaze away from Xu Fengqiu's poem.

"What do you all say?"

Cao Lao calmed his unhappy mood and said, "I have a wonderful idea."

Saint Yao, the Empress, asked, "Oh? Please speak, Elder Cao."

Cao Lao said, "Those present are all young talents, both men and women, and almost none of them are married or have immortal partners, right?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Therefore, your expressions of love should be filled with longing, but rarely attempted. Poems describing the opposite sex should be very few. I propose that this round's theme be 'a woman who can topple cities and a man with extraordinary bearing.'"

Huang Lao laughed loudly, "Elder Cao's words are brilliant! Haha! I still vividly remember the scene when His Excellency, the Poetry Saint, wrote 'Ode to a Beauty' for a beauty while drunk. How unrestrained, spirited, and arrogant he was!"

Zhuge Chen smiled, "Indeed, it's a good theme. At the poetry gathering, the men will write about beautiful women, and the women will write about handsome men, expressing admiration and love. Haha, very good."

The Poetry Saint laughed loudly, stepped on the chair, and said, "Then why not be even more crazy? Let's use the people at the poetry gathering as references for writing poems! Haha, wonderful, wonderful!"

Then, the Poetry Saint raised his head and drank heartily, then wiped his mouth forcefully, "爽啊!"

Cao Lao also responded, "Very well. There are so many young talents at today's poetry gathering. Among the men are the Holy Son of Medicine God Mountain, who resounds throughout the Nine Provinces, and the young master of the Gu family. Among the women are Qingzhu, Miss Zhao, and even Her Majesty, the Empress. Men write about the women present, and women write about the men present. Very good!"

After speaking, Cao Lao also sneered in his heart.

These young people are likely not skilled at writing poems about love and the opposite sex.

This theme is not unpopular, but in such a grand and solemn poetry gathering, this theme is too unpopular.

You, Xu Fengqiu, plagiarize others or have someone write new poems in advance and memorize them, claiming them as your own!

Then, how could you have imagined that today's poetry gathering would have this theme?

You certainly didn't prepare for it, right?

Hmph!

Wait for your true colors to be revealed!

"If it really doesn't work, the ladies can also use this old man as a reference for writing poems, it doesn't necessarily have to be about love, right? Hahaha, if you use this old man as a reference for love, that's not impossible either, hahaha!"

The Poetry Saint laughed loudly.

"Ahem, Your Excellency, Poetry Saint, you've had too much to drink," Saint Yao, the Empress, said.

"I've lost my composure," the Poetry Saint said with a smile as he sat down.

"This is the Poetry Saint, unconventional and outspoken. What a free and happy man," Zhuge Chen sighed.

Afterward, Cao Lao added, "After the poems are completed, please add the name of the person the poem describes before signing your name."

"Yes."

Xu Fengqiu's gaze swept across the room.

In the room, the easiest to write about were undoubtedly two people.

Lin Qingzhu and Saint Yao, the Empress.

Lin Qingzhu, on the other hand, glanced at the men in the room.

There were many good men to write about.

She could even write about the Poetry Saint.

That kind of freedom in the world, boldness in the world.

It didn't necessarily have to be about love.

But…

She inexplicably focused her gaze on Xu Fengqiu.

She suddenly felt that there was something about Young Master Xu that she really wanted to write about.

At the same time, Xu Fengqiu also looked at Lin Qingzhu.

Their eyes met.

Under Lin Qingzhu's veil, her pretty face blushed slightly.

She nodded politely to Xu Fengqiu from afar as a gesture.

Gu Changsheng was overjoyed, "This theme is good; I can write about Miss Lin."

His favorite was Lin Qingzhu.

Ranked sixth on the Fairy Maiden List.

He didn't know how to express his admiration for her.

He could use this poem to express it.

As for Xu Fengqiu…

Hehe.

Never mind him.

This theme, especially since you have to use someone in the room as a prototype to improvise a poem.

Xu Fengqiu's previously prepared poems definitely didn't describe women.

Because who would have thought that this kind of poetry gathering would use women and men as themes to write about?

Therefore, Xu Fengqiu's next song describing a woman would expose his true level.

The previous one was of a level that would be passed down for thousands of years.

He himself said it was improvised.

If this one is mediocre, it would already confirm that he plagiarized.

On the contrary, Gu Changsheng believed that it would be difficult for Xu Fengqiu to even write a mediocre poem.

He simply didn't understand.

The room quieted down.

Everyone was constantly looking at someone and thinking about how to start writing.

"He's already starting to write?"

Gu Changsheng glanced at Xu Fengqiu and smiled in his heart.

Extremely ridiculous.

He's quite good at pretending.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quickly passed.

Everyone had finished writing.

Then, they handed the poems to Saint Yao, the Empress, and the others.

Wei Yannian flipped through them and said, "Well… indeed, your level of description in these areas is slightly lacking, but that's good. If a poem can stand out in such a situation, it will be even more outstanding. Oh? Young Friend Gu's poem is not bad. It's about… Qingzhu."

Lin Qingzhu politely bowed to Gu Changsheng.

Gu Changsheng clasped his fist and said, "If Miss Lin doesn't like it, please forgive me."

In fact, he thought that Lin Qingzhu was most likely writing about him, Gu Changsheng.

Or the Poetry Saint.

But it's really not good for a junior to write about a senior, even if it expresses respect.

"Young Master Gu is too kind," Lin Qingzhu said softly.

Cao Lao then read out Gu Changsheng's poem.

"Good poem! Good poem! Even if you don't know who Young Master Gu is writing about, just listening to the poem, you can tell that it's about Miss Lin."

"Vivid! Young Master Gu's poem is full of admiration for Miss Lin."

"Good poem! Young Master Gu is very talented."

"…"

The Poetry Saint nodded in satisfaction, "It seems that this disciple of mine should be decided, hahaha."

Gu Changsheng was overjoyed.

Lin Qingzhu bowed, "Thank you, Young Master Gu."

"It's nothing, nothing. I look forward to Miss Lin's poem," Gu Changsheng said with a gentlemanly smile.

Saint Yao, the Empress, glanced at her, and a meaningful faint smile appeared under her veil.

"Qingzhu's poem is also good," she said.

The Poetry Saint smiled, "Oh? Let this old man see if these two have any tacit understanding."

"It's a pity that there's a bit of tacit understanding."

Gu Changsheng frowned.