The emperor's family raised me in poverty? But I have an innate ability.

Chapter 15: Zhou Qingqiu is shocked and ashamed
"Qingqiu! I wrote a poem for you!"

"Are you there? Answer me! My poems are the best in the world. If you miss them, you will lose them!"

Erniu was hiding in a small forest, sending messages with an excited look on his face.

Chatting with his sweetheart at this moment, he felt very confident.

As a warrior, he really couldn't tell whether a poem was good or bad, but he just knew that the writer was great!

Ruxian! She is a great talent who is famous for her poetry. Even if it is a poem she wrote casually, it must be good!
On the other side, Lingsi looked at the message from Su Mingyu (Erniu) and slapped his forehead speechlessly.

"This idiot actually came up with a poem?"

"You didn't really worship a Confucian or Taoist master, did you?"

Lingsi shook his head in amusement.

Lingsi: "As a martial artist, why don't you practice hard and do all this nonsense every day?"

Erniu: "You are competing with a bastard, right? This poem of mine can definitely defeat him!"

Lingsi: "Please, a poem written by a warrior like you is useless to me. What I want is a famous quote! A quatrain!"

Erniu: "I! This is it! A famous saying! There is nothing better than mine!"

Lingsi was so angry that she laughed when she saw this.

This was the craziest warrior she had ever seen, but he was crazily in the wrong place.

But after this incident, her irritable heart calmed down a lot.

"Okay, send it to me and let me see if you, a martial arts genius, also have a talent for literature that has been buried."

Lingsi sat on the chair, resting his chin on his hand with a playful smile on his face.

"Hehe, it's your bad luck. It's my fault that I was hit by someone just now."

"This time, I'm going to give your crappy poem a good scolding, haha"

Thinking of the idiot's expression with his head down and teeth gritted, Lingsi smiled even more happily.

Soon, the communication talisman vibrated and the poem was sent over.

Lingsi looked down with a smile on her face, but when she looked down, she was stunned.

"The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright."

"The fallen leaves gather and scatter, and the crows are startled when they roost."

Lingsi murmured subconsciously.

But these few short words vividly painted a sad picture of late autumn in her mind.

Autumn wind, autumn moon, fallen leaves, jackdaws. The artistic conception is so strong that it feels like you are actually there.

The following poem made Lingsi blush.

"Enter my love door, and you will know my love pain."

"Long-lasting longing brings long-lasting remembrance, short-lasting longing brings endless longing."

"If I had known it would be so heart-wrenching, I would have never met you in the first place."

Looking at the lovesickness that was about to overflow between the lines, Lingsi's face turned red.

Almost subconsciously, a picture emerged in her mind.

On a late autumn night, the young man looked at the bleak autumn wind and the bright autumn moon, and was moved by the scene and thought of his lover.

The sad mood in the poem, and the longing, sorrow and helplessness between the lines, almost burst through the paper.

"This idiot"

Thinking of the young man's past feelings for her, Lingsi's face turned even redder.

But then she reacted and stood up suddenly!
“This poem!”

Lingsi stared closely at the poem in the communication talisman.

The girl's shyness just now made her forget the poem itself for a moment.

Now, looking at it carefully, the shock in his eyes can no longer be suppressed.

"First, use objects to create a scene, then use emotions to create an experience!"

"The scenery in late autumn is already sad, and when it is combined with the feeling of longing, it complements each other perfectly!"

"Hiss, this poem."

Lingsi was shocked and stared at the poem in his hand for a long time without coming back to his senses.

As a genius in literature, she knew very well how precious the poems in her hands were.

Even the poems she had just written, which she had spent her entire life on, were far inferior to this. The mood of longing and the sad autumn scene depicted in just a few strokes made her feel inferior.

She never thought that Su Mingyu, a martial artist, could give her such a surprise.

"How is it? Are you scared?"

Erniu grinned.

"The artistic conception of this poem is simply perfect. The rhythm, staggered arrangement and rhyme are all impeccable. It is a rare good poem in the world!"

Lingsi did not hesitate to praise this poem and spoke highly of it.

Erniu smiled proudly.

Nonsense, aren’t the poems written by Lady Ruxian rare in the world?
Even if the young master only used his skills to create it, it is still a rare masterpiece.

Seeing his beloved who was shocked by him, Erniu suddenly felt refreshed and straightened his back.

Lingsi: "Who wrote this poem? Can you recommend it?"

Erniu: "No need for introduction, just take this poem and use it. Use it to kill that guy in two years!"

Lingsi: "What a joke! If the original poem's owner finds out, won't he hold me accountable?"

Erniu: "Hehe, don't worry, the author of this poem will never care about these little things. He is a hermit Confucian and Taoist master."

As a leader in literature and art, would Ruxian care about trivial matters?

Of course not, not to mention that this poem was just written casually by Ruxian and then overheard by the young master.

Therefore, Erniu spoke with great confidence.

"A reclusive Confucian and Taoist master?"

I have to say, Lingsi was moved.

If it were an ordinary matter, she would definitely not bother to cheat, but the competition two years later was different.

That concerns the victory or defeat in the battle between the Master and Ruxian.

This is important!

The grudge between Li Qingchen and Wei Cang is no secret in Zhongzhou.

Li Qingchen's teacher at the time was Wei Cang's father, so the two should have been very close.

This was true at the beginning, but as Ruxian's talent emerged, the relationship between the two gradually began to deteriorate.

And the main reason is because of Mr. Wei.

Because Li Qingchen is so outstanding, so outstanding that Wei Cang feels a little inferior.

Mr. Wei also discovered this, and whether he was disappointed in his son or angry at him for not fighting back, he would beat and scold him at any time.

It is conceivable that the young and energetic Wei Cang gradually became resentful of the other child.

He began to work hard and read books day and night, thinking that he wanted to prove himself and let his father see that he was no worse than anyone else.

But if hard work is useful, then there would be no such thing as genius?
Wei Cang competed with Li Qingchen again and again, but he lost every time, and never won even once.

This fight will last a lifetime.

After Master Wei's death, this struggle became an obsession for Wei Cang.

He didn't want anything, just for the breath of air that he had never breathed out in his entire life.

And now, this breath fell on Lingsi's head.

Wei Cang is old, and if nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last chance he can fight for.

And this is why Lingsi is willing to cheat in order to win.

After a lot of thoughts, Lingsi had already made a decision.

"It's just a simple competition. It shouldn't alarm the reclusive Confucian and Taoist master."

"I will personally apologize and explain the reason later. I will accept any beating or punishment!"

Thinking of this, Lingsi began to send a message to Su Mingyu.

Lingsi: "Thank you! This has helped me a lot. I will start my retreat and I will come to see you in two years."

Erniu, who was waiting for news, jumped up excitedly when he saw it.

"Hahaha, what's the point of saying thank you between us? Just ask me if you need anything. If I have other poems in the future, I'll send them to you as well."

After thinking about it, I realized that if I took one song or two songs, it would be unfair to that gentleman. So, why not...
"The more the better. I'll go and make amends to that gentleman in two years!"

(End of this chapter)