"Cough, Brother Qian is talented. I admire you, admire you!"
The moment Qian Duoduo said this, the young men beside him were stunned for a moment before they immediately said with a smile.
Almost all of their families were businessmen. Although they had been forced to study since they were young, it was difficult for them to even memorize books. They knew nothing about poems and essays.
Because of this, they were looked down upon by those scholars. They naturally did not have a good impression of those people. They were happy to see Qian Duoduo write good poems and slap those people in the face.
Of course, it was also because the Qian family was rich. Many of their families could only survive by relying on the Qian family. They had to fawn on the Qian family's young masters.
"My father often taught me to be low-key. I have talent. Will I tell you? Will I be like those poor bastards who spread it everywhere …? I won't!" Qian Duoduo stretched out his hand and pressed it down. He said, "It's fine if you know about these things. Don't spread it around. I don't like to be ostentatious …"
"I don't know where he bought a poem from, but he's getting cocky." A cold snort came from the side. A green-robed scholar glanced over and said, "He really thinks he's a scholar. It's fine if he's trash who doesn't know anything about literature, but to take someone else's poem as his own, he's simply shameless!"
"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about!?"
Before Qian Duoduo could speak, a person beside him stood up and turned around to look at him in dissatisfaction.
The green-robed scholar smiled mockingly. He turned his head and said, "Who doesn't know shame? Who knows in their hearts? Don't you think so?"
"If his heart is magnanimous, why would he be afraid of the words of others?"
"I'm afraid some people have ulterior motives."
"Only he knows if there are any ulterior motives."
…
…
There were a few other similarly dressed men beside the green-robed scholar. At this moment, they all spoke, their tone full of mockery.
Qian Duoduo stood up and walked over. He looked at the person from before and asked, "If his heart is magnanimous, he won't be afraid of the words of others?"
The scholar nodded and said, "Of course."
Qian Duoduo asked again, "Then are you magnanimous?"
The man sneered and said, "We scholars have righteousness in our hearts. We do things in an upright manner. We are naturally magnanimous."
"You aren't afraid of the words of others?"
"Not!"
"Really impotent?"
"No …" As soon as the scholar opened his mouth, he realized that something was wrong. He swallowed the next word and looked at him coldly. "How could I fall for such a clumsy trick?" he said.
"Since you don't care what others say …" Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I call you a son of a bitch, won't you be angry?"
The scholar was startled, his face quickly turned from red to green. Pointing at him, he said, "Brat, you brat, you dare …"
Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "Look, you don't even know how to scold people. Who is the trash?"
"You dare to say that you are not a wastrel who spent money to buy poems?" The scholar's eyes were almost spitting fire as he said, "If you can compose another poem of that level on the spot, I, Wan Jun, will immediately kowtow to you and apologize for what I said before!"
"Brother Wan …"
The expressions of the few scholars behind him changed as they hurriedly stepped forward and said worriedly, "Brother Wan, be careful with your words …"
If Qian Duoduo bought two poems instead of one, Wan Jun would lose all his face from now on. He would never be able to raise his head in Feng State City again!
"You don't need to say anything more." Wan Jun waved his hand and said, "If he can buy two poems of that level, I will admit defeat this time. If he can't, I will expose this shameless wastrel to the public!"
"Are you sure?" Qian Duoduo looked at him and said, "If I can compose another poem, will you kowtow to me?"
A scholar added, "It is to compose another excellent poem that everyone will agree with. If you make up a few lines, will Brother Wan still kowtow to you?"
The commotion here had already attracted the attention of the people in the hall.
Even the woman on the stage temporarily stopped her performance and looked over with a surprised and doubtful expression.
"If that's the case, then let's bet!"
Qian Duoduo nodded as he looked at the stage and said, "I remember the first time I met Miss Feifei. The Plumage Dance is still fresh in my memory. I will give this poem to Miss Feifei!"
"Ah, give it to me?" The woman on the stage was startled and couldn't come back to her senses for a while.
Below the stage, there was already a voice coming out.
"After a dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtains are lowered when I sober up. Last year's spring hate comes. Falling flowers stand alone, and swallows fly together in the rain.
I remember the first time I met Feifei, wearing a robe with two hearts. The lute string speaks of yearning. The bright moon shines on the robe, and the rosy clouds return. "
The woman on the stage called Feifei was still wondering when she had worn a robe with two hearts. As for the lute, she didn't remember playing it often. She was good at the zither …
Below the stage, the young man called Wan Jun was stunned on the spot.
The expressions of the people behind him changed almost at the same time. They didn't expect Qian Duoduo to so easily throw out such a poem.
The people around them were already whispering the lyrics, secretly comparing it to the previous song. They were both about singing girls, and the style was similar. The lyrics were similar …
A person's style was usually fixed. At the same time, it was very difficult to change it. It was very easy for outsiders to tell if the two poems were written by the same person.
Originally, they were almost certain that the Partridge Sky was bought by Qian Duoduo. However, at this moment, their hearts were a little shaken.
After all, there were no scholars who had reached this level of talent who would be willing to sell their hard work. In reality, when one's literary talent reached this level, they would not lack money.
One poem was already a little unbelievable, let alone two?
Qian Duoduo turned to look at Wan Jun and said, "How is it? This poem is not bad, right? What did Brother Wan say just now?"
Wan Jun's expression changed. He couldn't tell which of the two poems was better. Because of personal preferences and other factors, no one could tell.
Because of this, it meant that if Qian Duoduo made another poem that was similar to the previous one, he would have to kowtow to him and apologize …
At this moment, someone behind Wan Jun suddenly said, "You bought one, and you might have bought two. Unless you take out another one, you still can't prove that these two poems were written by you!"
"I knew you would be shameless …" Qian Duoduo shook his head and said, "Then, how about you listen to this one?"
After saying this, he opened his mouth again and said, "Red leaves, yellow flowers, autumn is late, a thousand miles miss the traveler. Flying clouds end, returning to the swan with no letter, where can I send a letter?
Tears fall unceasingly by the window. Like an inkstone turning to grind ink. Gradually writing about parting, deep in this love, the red paper is colorless. "
"— —"
Wan Jun opened his mouth and his face was ashen. This time, he didn't say anything.
The scholars behind him also had faces full of disbelief. How long had it been? Did he really think composing poems was like eating and drinking?
The way the surrounding people looked at Qian Duoduo had already changed.
He might have bought one or two poems, but he couldn't possibly tie up a talented scholar to write poems for him, right?
Anyone who was involved in poetry could easily see that these three poems were obviously written by the same person. Such a talented scholar should have been famous throughout Feng Province. How could he work for someone else's disciple?
Could it be that this Young Master Qian, who had always been known as an idiot, had been hiding it all along?
Astonished expressions appeared on more and more people's faces.
Li Yi was also astonished. Other than astonishment, he was also gratified. This was because when he came back, he found that Miss.Liu had actually washed all the dishes. In the past two years, this was the first time he saw her do such a thing.
After putting away the groceries and the money, he chatted with Miss.Liu for a while before going to bed.
Among the thirteen poems just now, more than eight of them were written by Yan Jidao. Before going to bed, Li Yi put his palms together and recited in his heart.
"I'm forced to make a living. Brother Yan, don't blame me, don't blame me …"
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