Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 27 Be Prepared
In fact, what Xia Lin is doing now is contrary to his motto of "climbing to the top step by step, I want to be Xia Gao". The proper approach should be to use the little princess to lick Princess Xunyang, and then it will be possible to have a better relationship with the little prince.

But Xia Lin is, after all, a young boy with a hot-blooded gene. He couldn't bear the nausea of ​​hurting a child who came to visit him the first time he was injured just to please someone.

"So the author of Tengwang Pavilion Preface is so young. How disrespectful!"

"If you ask me, this is a natural talent. I just looked at the article for a long time and felt that it was like a poem or a painting. Every word and sentence echoed with the Tengwang Pavilion. Oh... I am really envious, envious."

"You don't know that when he wrote this, he had never seen the Tengwang Pavilion. He was able to write such a magnificent article just by relying on his mind. How can he be described as a genius?"

There was endless discussion surrounding Xia Lin, and the female members of the family were extremely attentive to him. Not only was he handsome and talented, but his words just now also calmed their minds that were about to explode because of Princess Xunyang.

But the more these people acted like this, the angrier the princess became. She certainly couldn't let such an unknown boy steal her limelight. But if she used her reputation as a princess to pressure others, she would be in trouble. But there was a way. Didn't the boy just say that he would give everyone a song? Then come on.

Thinking of this, Princess Xunyang smiled and said, "Mr. Talented, didn't you say just now that you would give a poem to everyone present? Why don't you start right away and let me broaden my horizons and gain some knowledge."

"Xia Lin, Xia Daosheng." Xia Lin bowed to the princess and told her his name.

These words directly put Xia Lin on edge. Her expectation had already aroused everyone's anticipation. Even the little princess started to cheer Xia Lin on and asked her to hurry up.

Otherwise, the little princess is pitiful. Because she is not smart enough, she is always used as a gun. Can she be urged at this time? Normal people will become more anxious and anxious the more they are urged.

But this is Xia Lin, why did he go to the toilet just now? He went to prepare, wrote down some keywords as a cheat sheet, and combined with the time he spent studying Tang and Song poetry, Xia Ye now has thousands of volumes of poetry and books in his belly. After all, since he has chosen to be a plagiarist, he must be a good and upright person, and not be a double-faced person.

But this statement seemed uncool, so he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the wine pot: "Which brother is willing to copy poems for me?"

"I"

"I come……"

"Me me me"

The people below argued for a while, and finally a young man stepped forward and bowed to Xia Lin: "Brother Xia, let me do it."

This person was none other than Chu Suiliang who was on the same boat with Xia Lin. He rolled up his sleeves and sat at the table, saying with a smile: "Brother Xia, you hid it from me so hard. I really thought you were a down-and-out talent. Who knew you were the author of this Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng? You have to buy me a drink later to make amends."

"Drink! Don't go home until you're drunk." Xia Lin raised the wine pot and took a sip, then walked up to a girl and asked, "Sister, may I ask your name?"

The woman was a little fat, but her skin was very good, as moist and shiny as a peach. When Xia Lin approached her and asked her this, she blushed and lowered her head, covering half of her face with a fan and whispered, "Lin Fangrong..."

"Brother Dengshan, please remember that on the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, I will meet Lin Fangrong at Tengwang Pavilion and write a poem as a gift." Xia Lin waved his hand and unfolded his folding fan: "She is here! The jade hall is hung with pearl curtains, and there is a girl named Chanjuan in it. Her appearance is better than that of a fairy, and her beauty is like peach and plum."

This poem was not particularly outstanding, but he wrote it effortlessly. Moreover, these girls had never seen the novelty of giving someone a poem before. The fat girl's face suddenly turned red.

People around were making noises, but Xia Lin was strolling leisurely, shaking his wine twice after taking a sip, and then walked to the next girl. In this way, he wrote more than 30 poems for more than 30 girls, without any creative bottleneck. The whole scene was mobilized by him, which was a sensation.

Then it was the turn of the little princess. Xia Lin was also a little tipsy at the moment. He dragged a stool and sat next to the little princess. He said in a drunken state: "Little princess, this last song is for you."

Xia Lin felt a little dizzy and leaned against the back of the little princess' chair. The princess was afraid that he would fall and quickly held his arm with her hand, but Xia Lin was now dazed and recited: "The clouds resemble clothes, the flowers resemble beauty..."

After reading this sentence, he simply sang it out: "The spring breeze blows through the threshold, and the dew on the flowers is thick..."

But after singing two sentences, he retched, then covered his mouth and quickly drank some water to suppress the urge, and then continued. He sang the tune of Teresa Teng, and he couldn't sing Faye Wong's tune...

When it came to "The Clouds and Rain in Wushan Are In vain", no matter how dumb the little princess was, she knew what it meant. It made her instantly turn into a steam princess. She was neither sitting nor standing beside him, and she felt her face, body and heart were all burning hot.

The poems he wrote for other people were all simply about describing appearance or using scenery or objects to describe people, but when it came to her poems, they became so beautiful and straightforward. What this girl couldn't stand the most was this undisguised preference.

At this moment, the little princess felt that her toes were almost cramped, but when she looked at Xia Lin again, he had fallen asleep and even fell to the ground. "Quick, someone come and help him down to rest!"

The young princess was extremely anxious, and quickly called for someone to take Xia Lin to another room in the attic to rest. The people who stayed there knew that Xia Lin was drunk, so they didn't say anything. It was normal for a talented man to be a little bold.

However, after Xia Lin left, these people gathered around Chu Suiliang and began to read and appreciate these poems carefully. Needless to say... the one dedicated to the little princess was the best. The others were good but they were just mortal things. The one dedicated to the little princess was so good that it was as dazzling as the stars in the sky, so good that it was breathtaking, and so good that an almost perfect face would pop up in every man's mind, and this was their own face.

This is the charm of words, which provide extremely high emotional value and make people linger.

In fact, those girls were very satisfied. It was obvious that he came with the little princess, and the intimacy between the two was almost kissing. It was understandable that he wrote a better poem for his own sister, but he also gave one to each of the young ladies present. Judging from the quality of those poems, they would most likely be passed down and even recorded in history.

This is an amazing gift.

On the contrary, Princess Xunyang was the one sitting there, all confused. She was wondering in her heart, wasn't there a song for everyone? Why did the song suddenly end when it was her turn?

Leaving her there alone made her look like a clown.

Princess Xunyang, who had come to her senses at this moment, was completely humiliated. She even smashed the jade shaver in her hand to pieces. But even so, few people paid special attention to her. After all, everyone present was not stupid and most of them were from aristocratic families. If Princess Xunyang did not do a good job, you could not blame others for not paying attention to you.

This made Princess Xunyang so angry that she left in a huff without even bothering to say hello to Prince Teng. Unlike when she came here, she looked so shabby when she left, completely losing the dignity of a princess.

At this time, Xia Lin was sitting in the small room next to him, crossing his legs and drinking Tremella soup. The little princess' face was still flushed when she was next to him. No matter what Xia Lin said, she couldn't hear him. Her heart was beating fast and she felt like she was going to faint.

"I definitely won't write a poem for the princess. If I write one, I won't be able to destroy her prestige, but it's not easy to offend her directly, so I just drink a lot of wine."

After Xia Lin finished speaking, he rubbed his belly and said, "I'm going to lie down and rest for a while. Don't you want to come over and play?"

"Ah? Me?" The little princess came back to her senses: "The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is gorgeous... What does it mean?"

"You are so beautiful that even the white clouds and peonies come to adorn you. The spring breeze blows gently over the railings. The beautiful peonies appear even more gorgeous in the crystal dew. You are like a fairy."

"Hey~~~"

The little princess started to cover her face and cried. He was so shameless that he could say such a blunt thing...

"Don't do that next time... No, no." The little princess changed her words and said, "Don't be so direct in front of so many people next time. It's embarrassing."

"Let's put aside the question of whether you are embarrassed or not. Now your sister is probably trying to kill me. What do you think I should do?"

After the impulse, Xia Lin was a little worried. This opportunity to show himself that he had finally obtained, if it was ruined by the princess, he would be at a loss. After all, the princess was the prince's biological sister, and when the prince ascended the throne and became emperor in the future, she would be the eldest princess and have great power.

"What should I do?" The little princess's expression also became anxious: "Can I help you?"

Xia Lin shook his head: "What can a thirteen-year-old like you do for me? Just don't introduce any sisters to me in the future."

"I see..." The little princess said a little embarrassedly: "I thought..."

Xia Lin didn't let her continue speaking, but just asked her to go and entertain the guests quickly, otherwise it would be bad to let people say that Prince Teng didn't know how to entertain guests.

However, this worry was obviously unnecessary, because the commotion below eventually alarmed the class teacher. Prince Teng led a group of old babies to come down and join in the fun of the young people. The biggest excitement today was that Xia Lin wrote poems for all the young ladies present.

The old babies were all middle-aged and artistic people. When they heard that someone had written dozens of poems in the morning, they became curious. When they came over to take a look, they were not stunned, but they were amazed.

It was not until King Teng saw this last long poem dedicated to his precious daughter that he first sighed that this little bastard was really good at it, and then his face became more and more solemn. Finally, he slammed the poem on the table and muttered in a low voice: "He must get out of here!"

(End of this chapter)