Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 216 Copying Poems
"Have it!"

Zhu Xiuyuan suddenly whispered to himself, already having a choice in his heart.

After closing his eyes and meditating for a while, he put pen to paper and filled up a piece of paper with just a few strokes.

This is a good poem, and Zhu Xiuyuan also wrote it in one go.

It's just a little bit regretful.

The main thing is Zhu Xiuyuan's handwriting, which looks... looks like it was written by a woman, so beautiful!
But there was nothing that could be done about it. Who knew that his calligraphy was accomplished under the training and guidance of his wife?

His handwriting was already like this and it was difficult to change. Fortunately, Zhu Xiuyuan left it alone.

If others want to laugh, let them laugh.

Stop writing, put the pen down, hold both ends of the paper with both hands, lift it up and blow on it gently. Soon, the ink will dry.

"This girl, I'm so talented, has already finished writing!"

Zhu Xiuyuan blew the ink gently while smiling at Kou Wanwan's little maid.

what? !

Finished writing? !

All the talented people who were composing poems at their desks raised their heads and stared at Zhu Xiuyuan.

Zhang Ke, Luo Ding, Xue Yuan, and Liu Wencai also stopped writing and looked at Zhu Xiuyuan intently, with different expressions on their faces.

"You are indeed copying poetry!" Someone sneered in a low voice.

"It's so shameless to copy poems right from the start. You have to wait until the end..."

"It's true, this person doesn't know how to write poetry at all, and he still said he was 'the most talented person in Jiangzhou'..."

...all kinds of rumors popped up again.

Kou Wanwan's little maid also looked stunned.

But she saw the writing paper, which was being held by Zhu Xiuyuan at both ends. He opened his mouth and blew gently. The paper was already full of writing.

It can be seen that Zhu Xiuyuan has indeed finished "copying".

The little maid shook her head, but also came over, holding a tray in both hands.

Zhu Xiuyuan folded the paper with the poem written on it in half, put it on the tray, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you!"

The little maid nodded lightly and turned away without saying anything. She held the tray in both hands and turned around and entered the screen.

"Brother Zhu?"

Liu Wencai's thin face was full of doubts. He held the pen with one hand and hovered over the paper. A few words had already been written on the paper.

"Young prince, please go ahead and write poetry. I'll go back and wait for you first!" Zhu Xiuyuan whispered and walked away.

"Oh……"

Liu Wencai had a lot of doubts in his heart. For example, didn't Zhu Xiuyuan say before that he couldn't write poetry?And don't you know anything about poetry?

Then how could Zhu Xiuyuan know how to copy poems?Whose copy was it?
Liu Wencai had too many doubts in her heart, which led to all kinds of distracting thoughts.

The trace of inspiration for poetry that finally came out disappeared completely under the impact of such distracting thoughts.

"Oh, forget it!"

Liu Wencai couldn't stay any longer, so he put down his brush, left the place, and caught up with Zhu Xiuyuan.

He gave up!

This scene fell in the eyes of Zhang Ke and others, and naturally caused a burst of ridicule, so there is no need to go into details.

Let's talk about Zhu Xiuyuan and Liu Wencai returning to their seats. Before Liu Wencai asked about the doubts in his heart, Dong Cheng asked: "Xian son-in-law, did you really copy a poem?"

"Uh...father-in-law..."

Zhu Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment. In this world, whether the poem he wrote was considered a copy or a "creation", Zhu Xiuyuan himself didn't know!
Zhu Xiuyuan has no understanding of the history of poetry in this world.Therefore, it is impossible for him to know whether a certain poem has ever appeared in this world.

It is also impossible for him to ask anyone, so he can only check the book by himself.

Because if you ask others, the secret will be revealed easily.

For now, Zhu Xiuyuan is outstanding enough, and he doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

After all, Zhu Xiuyuan's identity as a time traveler... needs to be kept extremely confidential and cannot be mentioned to anyone.

This is a secret that can only be kept in his heart.

Liu Wencai, Li Linzhou, and even the old beggar and Liu Xun were all interested in Dong Cheng's question, so they all stared at Zhu Xiuyuan to see what he would say.

Zhu Xiuyuan frowned and thought: "Since it's not convenient to say it clearly, then just... pretend!"

Therefore, Zhu Xiuyuan pretended to be mysterious and said with a smile: "Father-in-law, please wait a moment. You will know when the poetry meeting reaches the end!"

"Haha, good, good..." Seeing what Zhu Xiuyuan said, Dong Cheng and Li Linzhou stopped asking.

But Liu Wencai still had many doubts in his heart, so he took the big stick of "interrogating" Zhu Xiuyuan and asked: "Brother Zhu, didn't you just say that you don't understand poetry? So what..."

Zhu Xiuyuan grinned and said in his heart: "This guy must be here to cause trouble on purpose!"

However, Zhu Xiuyuan still used the omnipotent method, and said with a mysterious smile: "Little prince, you will know it by then, please let me show you the way first. By the way, little prince, why are you back so soon..."

……

Zhu Xiuyuan and Liu Wencai were chatting while paying attention to the progress of the poetry meeting.

Zhang Ke's poetic talent is really good. Apart from Zhu Xiuyuan and Liu Wencai, Zhang Ke is the first talented scholar to "hand in" every other stroke.

Zhang Ke's "hand-in" naturally triggered a series of praises...

Followed by Luo Ke, Xue Yuan and others.

As time went by, more and more talented scholars "handed in papers" every other pen.

But there are also those talented people who bite their pen and think hard.

After such a long time, they didn't even write a single word.

Seeing other talented people "handing in papers" one after another, they were also anxious, and sweat broke out on their foreheads.

These people are "poor students", but before the time for burning incense has come, they have not given up and are still struggling.

Because of this, Zhang Ke's henchmen also made a fuss about it.

They praised these "poor students" for their perseverance, perseverance, and scholarly character.

Then, the re-export began to satirize Zhu Xiuyuan and Liu Wencai, because Zhu Xiuyuan copied poems as soon as he got up, and Liu Wencai gave up halfway.

... Although the poetry meeting was a grand gathering for literati, all the guests in the outer hall did not disperse.

Princes including King Poyang, as well as vulgar warriors such as Poyang King's disciple Gu Jiu, are all still there.

Although they are just warriors, they don't understand any poetry.

However, out of the desire to watch the fun, these vulgar warriors did not leave.

As the poetry meeting progressed and time passed, the remaining banquet seats had long been removed and replaced with tea to remove oil and relieve greasiness.

Then put on all kinds of dried fruits... Now these guests really became the audience watching a play.

"The time for a stick of incense has come!"

As the incense burnt out, Kou Wanwan's little maid announced that the poem-writing session was over.

Those "poor students" who had persisted until this point breathed a sigh of relief.

Hey, with everyone staring at them, they can't compose a poem at all, so they might as well withdraw as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)