You were asked to impersonate the King of Qin, not to become emperor!

"How dare a lowly scholar hit me? You'll regret this later."

Anger flashed in Hou Ruirui's eyes.

The reason she targeted Lu Yan was mainly because Lu Yan knew many of her dirty deeds.

Although Lu Yan kept quiet.

But Hou Ruirui, for her own safety, kept trying to drag her into the mess.

This is also the theme of every Qinghe Garden Poetry Gathering.

Hou Ruirui would always gather a group of wealthy women to confront Lu Yan.

Just as the noblewomen were looking at Chen Xuan with contempt.

Chen Xuan slowly began to speak: "Birds have vanished from a thousand mountains, and human tracks have disappeared from ten thousand paths. An old man in a straw hat and raincoat sits alone in a small boat, fishing in the cold river snow."

As soon as the poem was recited, all the noblewomen present were startled.

This poem takes a different approach.

It's not simply about writing about snow, but about a broader perspective.

This poem is clearly superior to Bai Huanhuan's.

"What a wonderful poem! This poem even surpasses Bai Meimei's level. I admire it greatly."

"Strange. Logically speaking, someone whose poetic talent surpasses that of Sister Bai should be a household name in the Great Jin Dynasty. But why is the young master wearing a mask? Why not reveal your true identity so that we can admire you?"

"Damn it, he actually won? Such a talented man is serving that old bastard Lu Yan, I'm so angry!"

Hou Ruirui frowned, thinking to herself.

She knew that Chen Xuan's poetic skills were clearly superior to Bai Huanhuan's.

Bai Huanhuan's loss in this round was entirely justified.

They're on completely different levels.

Faced with the questioning, Chen Xuan smiled and said:

"I present myself as an unknown young man. Only when I encounter someone whose poetic talent surpasses mine will I remove this mask and show my true self."

It is well known that mysterious and talented young poets have a fatal attraction for these noblewomen.

These noblewomen wielded immense power, and taking the most talented poets in the land as their lovers greatly satisfied their vanity.

"Okay, I admit I lost this round, and I am willing to accept the punishment."

After saying that, Bai Huanhuan took off her outer clothes, revealing her fair skin.

She showed no embarrassment, her gaze fixed on Chen Xuan.

The more aloof Chen Xuan was, the more she wanted to achieve her goal: to have him go to the pavilion with her to discuss poetry.

"The second theme is fire. Same as always, I'll go first."

This poem was written by Bai Huanhuan beforehand.

Privately, she spent six months carefully refining the wording.

Faced with an opponent like Chen Xuan, she had no choice but to resort to this method to win.

She gazed at Chen Xuan with a wistful look, making a silent vow in her heart.

"Since you're so confident that no one has ever taken off your mask, then today I, Bai Huanhuan, will be the first person to do so."

"Madam, please..."

Chen Xuan smiled but remained silent.

As a time traveler in the cultural desert of the Great Jin Dynasty, all I need to do is be a plagiarist. Let him be strong, the bright moon still shines over the great river.

Bai Huanhuan remained solemn for a long time before slowly speaking: "Flint produces light to illuminate the vast wilderness, warms the land to nourish agriculture and sericulture. One day, the flames blaze unrestrained, and ten thousand acres of green mountains turn to frost."

The moment the poem was recited, everyone was instantly stunned.

It is obvious that this poem has a higher level of diction and a deeper meaning.

"This young scholar is really something, actually pushing Sister Bai to this point?" Hou Ruirui looked at Chen Xuan. The more outstanding Chen Xuan was, the stronger her possessiveness became.

The man in front of me had an excellent physique, with a body full of muscles.

Besides, he has such a good talent for poetry.

Although he was wearing a mask, Hou Ruirui could almost tell that his appearance was absolutely perfect.

She narrowed her eyes and thought to herself:

"After this poetry gathering, I will have someone investigate your background. Since you have deposed my male favorite, I will make you my new male favorite."

Having finished her poem, Bai Huanhuan was confident and walked slowly towards Chen Xuan, whispering in his ear, "This poem should be enough to make you take off your mask, right? Hurry up and take it off, let your sisters see what you look like! Don't disappoint your older sisters, okay?"

Chen Xuan gave a cold laugh: "This poem alone is far from enough to get me to go into the pavilion with you."

The ladies of the court were all astonished to see Chen Xuan's nonchalant attitude.

However, Bai Huanhuan's poem this time is truly flawless.

Although Chen Xuanshi was quite talented, they thought the chances of him winning against Bai Huanhuan were slim.

"Such arrogance! Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?"

Bai Huanhuan was furious and embarrassed; this was the best work of her life.

Yet he was still looked down upon by Chen Xuan.

"The furnace fire illuminates heaven and earth, red stars scatter amidst purple smoke. On a moonlit night, a shy young man's song stirs the cold river." Chen Xuan slowly began to speak.

Upon hearing Chen Xuan's poem, everyone was astonished.

"What a wonderful example of echoing and repetition! This poem is absolutely brilliant!"

"It seems Sister Bai is going to lose again this time. Sister Yan is truly a hidden talent. The scholar she brought today, who is nameless and without a surname, has such remarkable poetic talent! Truly admirable!"

"Sister Bai, you lost this round again. I can't believe it. You've lost two rounds in a row."

At this moment, Bai Huanhuan's mind went blank, and her face turned pale.

But deep down he was still unconvinced, and he kept doing it again and again.

Unsurprisingly, she lost every single time.

His clothes were completely gone.

Bai Huanhuan hugged her legs, but her pretty face showed no sign of blushing.

In her opinion, it was quite exciting to be admired by such a talented scholar.

It has to be said that Lu Yan is definitely a mother-in-law who dotes on her son-in-law.

At this moment, she couldn't help but nudge Chen Xuan and tease him:

"What are you standing there for? Now that you've won, you should feel free to appreciate the analysis. It would be best if you could compose a poem and let everyone admire your poetic talent."

Chen Xuan admired it for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"Vegetables have long been a comfort, and unusual flavors are nothing to boast about. Black twigs and tree fungus, now they're also on the plate."

The poem ended, though it left Bai Huanhuan somewhat disappointed.

But upon closer inspection, one can see the terrifying talent of Chen Xuan's poetry.

Although Chen Xuan's opinions of her and Hou Ruirui were worlds apart.

However, Bai Huanhuan was also aware of her own limitations.

She relied on her exceptional poetic talent to keep the most male lovers in the circle.

Although Hou Ruirui was clearly older than her, she was no longer as radiant as she once was.

She did not object to Chen Xuan's poems.

On the contrary, I greatly admire her poetic talent.

"I am truly convinced of my defeat today. I apologize for any offense I may have caused you, Sister Yan," Bai Huanhuan said, cupping her hands in greeting.

Lu Yan was secretly pleased to see that Chen Xuan had even defeated Bai Huanhuan.

From now on, who in this circle of high-society ladies will dare to look down on her?

"Ladies, is there anyone else who wishes to spar with this scholar? It's still early, and I, a scholar with considerable poetic talent, haven't had enough fun yet!"

Lu Yan looked at the ladies present and said confidently.

Although the ladies present brought many talented men, including themselves who possessed remarkable poetic talent.

Since Chen Xuan could even beat Bai Huanhuan, they naturally wouldn't risk offending him.

"Since no one is interested, let's end this poetry contest here."

After speaking, he bowed to everyone and left Qinghe Garden in a dignified manner.

As soon as she got into the sedan chair, Lu Yan looked at Chen Xuan with a satisfied expression:

"You really made me proud today, how should I reward you?"