This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

"No, no, you guys do your thing, I'll just watch."

Zhang Ping'an did not respond directly; he had long since lost interest in this kind of boring, pretentious gathering.

At this moment, a servant ran over and reported with his head bowed.

"Your Highness, Master Li Du has arrived."

Zhang Ping'an's eyes lit up. "Ha, I want to see who this Li Du is."

Chu Shijie was overjoyed and quickly said, "Quickly, come with me to greet them."

A short while later, Chu Shijie brought a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, dressed in a white scholar's robe and holding a folding fan, from the intersection.

Zhang Ping'an observed secretly, he looked decent enough, but who was he trying to impress with that aloof expression?

Don't you realize that I've been reduced to selling poems for money? How could I possibly be so aloof?

They can't even act convincingly.

Chu Shijie and Mr. Li Du stood side by side on the ridge of the field, watching the people playing in the rapeseed field. At the same time, their eyes turned to Lu Qingyin and Shen Yunshang.

Mr. Li Du immediately tapped his palm with his folding fan and exclaimed, "Wonderful, wonderful!"

Seeing this, Zhang Ping'an figured it was probably about to start composing a poem, so he immediately perked up his ears.

Mr. Li Du shook his head and swayed his body for a while before finally starting to recite.

"Rapeseed fields on the yellow earth, beautiful women in the rapeseed fields. The beautiful women are laughing so happily, and I am watching them with rapt attention."

puff!

Zhang Pingan almost burst out laughing.

This poem... is absolutely amazing.

Now he doesn't need to expose the fake Li Du anymore; the Crown Prince of Chu will surely be able to discover from this poem that this Li Du is an imposter.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Unexpectedly, Chu Shijie clapped and exclaimed, "Li Bai and Du Fu are indeed great talents! This poem is excellent!"

"I'll also make a fool of myself and offer a poem."

"Beneath the white clouds lies Baiyun Mountain, and below Baiyun Mountain are rapeseed fields. In the rapeseed fields, rapeseed flowers bloom, and beautiful women wear them with smiles."

Zhang Ping'an was immediately awestruck!

Where there is a sleeping dragon, there must be a phoenix chick!

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix are inseparable, even in life and death.

"Young Master Zhang, what did you think of Mr. Li Du's masterpiece just now?" Chu Shijie asked with a smile.

Zhang Ping'an didn't answer, but instead smiled and asked, "What does Your Highness think?"

Chu Shijie said, "It is excellent, easy to understand, profound in meaning, and also subtly expresses the longing for the beautiful woman."

Mr. Li Du cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness is too kind. Your Highness's work is also excellent."

After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Ping'an with an arrogant look, not taking him seriously at all.

Zhang Ping'an remained calm and continued, "Does the young master usually enjoy composing poetry?"

"Of course," Chu Shijie said with a smug look. "My friends and those around me always praise my extraordinary poetic talent!"

"Although I always tell them to be humble and low-key, they still do the same."

Chu Shijie looked like he was from Versailles.

This reminded Zhang Ping'an of the first prize in a primary school essay competition: "My District Chief Father".

Was that a compliment? I'm too embarrassed to point it out.

Upon seeing the arrival of the legendary Mr. Li Du, someone emerged from the rapeseed field.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Li Du!"

The people who came out all greeted the two of them.

Lu Qingyin and Shen Yunshang also came out one after another and stood beside Zhang Ping'an.

"Did Mr. Li Du recite a poem just now?" Lu Qingyin asked softly.

Zhang Ping'an nodded.

"How about it? Isn't it just as amazing as that poem by 'Who in the world doesn't know you?'?"

"Yes, absolutely amazing!"

Zhang Ping'an nodded seriously, secretly adding to himself, "This is amazing!"

Then, as if remembering something, he looked at Lu Qingyin curiously and asked, "Have you ever heard Prince Chu compose poetry before?"

Lu Qingyin shook her head: "No, that's not true. As you know, I just recovered from my illness not long ago, and I didn't have much contact with them before."

"However, I've heard that His Highness is also quite talented in poetry, and everyone around him speaks highly of him."

Damn it, seeing is believing!

Whether they were tired from playing or had truly found inspiration, everyone emerged from the rapeseed field, ordered their maids to set up tables and prepare brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, and began composing poems.

At this moment, Zhang Ping'an saw an elderly man with a hunched back, leading a child of eleven or twelve years old, come into the rapeseed field and straighten the rapeseed seedlings that had been trampled.

If they really can't be propped up, cut them down, bundle them together, and prepare to take them away.

"Zhang Ping'an, everyone is preparing to compose poems. How are yours coming along?" Lu Qingyin asked, frowning.

Zhang Ping'an did not answer, but just stared blankly at the busy figures of the old man and the child.

"Zhang Ping'an, am I asking you a question? Are you deaf?" Lu Qingyin snapped unhappily.

Zhang Ping'an suddenly sighed, "I have no inspiration, you guys play!"

"Young Master Zhang, both Li Bai and Du Fu have already written a poem, and we were amazed by their brilliance. Everyone says your fame is comparable to that of Li Bai and Du Fu, so why don't you show off your skills to everyone!"

A pale-faced young man, clearly the kind who had been drained by wine and women, looked at Zhang Ping'an with a wicked grin.

Lu Qingyin whispered a warning: "He is the son of Fang Wuji, the son of the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. Fang is his given name, and he is a good friend of Sun Xing. Be careful; he might target you."

Ha, so he's trying to stand up for Sun Xing.

"Your poetry is truly remarkable; I won't embarrass myself by offering my own. I suddenly remembered I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

"Excuse me!"

Zhang Ping'an gave them no chance to make a move and prepared to slip away.

He agreed to come along with Lu Qingyin because he wanted to see what kind of relationship the Prince Rong's heir had with Chu Tian.

Another thing is to see what kind of person this fake Li Du really is.

Now that both things have been accomplished, there is naturally no need for him to stay.

Although Fang Xueming wanted to cause trouble, he hadn't actually caused any losses to him, so there was no need to offend him, given that Bai Shu was a formidable enemy.

slip away.

"Zhang Ping'an, what do you mean?" Lu Qingyin frowned and grabbed him, her face grim.

To others, Zhang Ping'an's behavior was tantamount to desertion in the face of battle.

"Do you know how much face you're making me lose by just leaving like this!"

She shouted in a low voice.

Shen Yunshang also chimed in, "Young Master Zhang, writing poetry is also for the purpose of helping farmers. The poems everyone writes will eventually be sold. Since you have such talent, why not have some pity for those people?"

Zhang Ping'an laughed in anger, staring coldly at Shen Yunshang.

"You call this helping farmers?"

He pointed to the old farmer and his child who were working in the rapeseed field, their backs to the sky and their faces turned to the earth, trying to save the rapeseed seedlings.

"You think you can play around in the fields as you please just because you've been given some silver?"

"You're not calling it helping farmers, you're clearly wasting food!"

Lu Qingyin retorted, "Even if we didn't go into the rapeseed fields, those rapeseed plants wouldn't sell for much money. And the money we gave him was ten times the value of the trampled rapeseed seedlings. What makes you think we're wasting food!"

Zhang Ping'an sneered, "Then open your eyes and see what they're doing!"

Lu Qingyin looked at the old farmer, who was bent over and sweating profusely as he worked in the field, and felt a little ashamed.

"You want me to write poetry? Fine, I'll write it!"

Zhang Ping'an glared at her, then picked up his pen and wrote a poem in one go on the desk that Lu Qingyin had prepared.