Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

How could this possibly make the emperor happy?

Gu Mingli was pleasantly surprised.

Since that's the case, then he won't hold back.

Why not grind up some mission points?

So he immediately took out another piece of paper.

Bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground.

I raise my head to gaze at the bright moon, then lower it to think of my hometown.

[Affection +1. Current Affection Value: -538]

Gu Mingli got excited.

He began writing one poem after another. The speed increased, and he didn't even pause in between.

I departed Baidi City amidst colorful clouds at dawn, returning to Jiangling a thousand miles away in a single day. The cries of monkeys on both banks never ceased, yet my light boat had already passed countless mountains.

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Sunlight shines on the incense burner, creating purple smoke; from afar, the waterfall hangs like a curtain before the river. It plunges straight down three thousand feet, seeming like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven.

【Favorability +1】

The waiter was running up and down the stairs; his legs were almost broken.

Every other cup of tea, a piece of paper would be passed down from the second floor.

The judge had stopped speaking; he simply took the paper mechanically, glanced at it, and pasted it on the wall.

There's not enough space on the wall anymore.

Everyone in the hall stood up.

Everyone looked up at the private room on the second floor, which was partially covered by a straw curtain.

"Who is it? Who on earth is it?"

"Who's sitting in that private room on the second floor?"

"Such talent is unheard of!"

Miss Pei's face had turned pale.

Her poem had long been relegated to the most inconspicuous corner.

No one around her was looking at her work anymore.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the poems being passed down from the second floor.

The young master of the Pei family sat back down in his chair with a gloomy face.

He picked up the glass and took a sip, his fingers gripping the rim.

She looked resentfully towards the young master by the second-floor window, who was still writing poetry.

Xiao Ye had completely forgotten that there were other poems downstairs.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the pen in Gu Mingli's hand.

Every time Gu Mingli wrote a poem, Xiao Ye's eyes would brighten a little more.

"These poems...did you really write them yourself?"

Gu Mingli didn't even look up. "Tsk, no. It was all written by immortals."

Xiao Ye glanced at him sideways.

Hmph! It was clearly written by myself!

He's clearly hiding his true abilities!

Gu Mingyue sat at the next table, holding a teacup in her hand, watching her brother and the emperor.

The curve of her lips just wouldn't go down.

Today's outcome is considered secure.

Three Hundred Tang Poems.

Her brother can fight alone for three days and three nights.

With her brother around, the Pei family can forget about using poetry to steal the emperor's attention.

When Gu Mingli finished writing the tenth poem, he finally stopped writing.

He shook his wrists and stretched his aching fingers. Then he spread out the last large sheet of paper.

He wrote more slowly this time.

Each stroke was deliberate and solemn.

Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?

Have you not seen the sorrow reflected in the bright mirror of the high hall, where white hair, once black as silk in the morning, has turned to snow by evening?

Life is full of joy, so that the gold is empty for the moon.

Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again.

After finishing the entire poem "Bring in the Wine," Gu Mingli put down his pen and let out a long sigh.

The private room remained quiet for several breaths.

Xiao Ye stared at the paper and read it word by word.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of scattered stars.

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and though I may spend all my money, it will come back again."

He repeated the sentence in a low voice.

Then he raised his head and looked at Gu Mingli.

The look in his eyes was complex.

After the last song was played, the entire hall remained silent for a full ten breaths.

Then came thunderous applause.

"Please! Please, sir, come up to the stage!" The judge stood up and bowed towards the second floor. "According to the rules of Huang He Lou, tonight's champion must appear on stage!"

The guests all echoed in agreement.

"Please come up on stage! Please come up on stage!"

Gu Mingli peeked out the window, then pulled back inside.

can not go.

If he goes downstairs, Xiao Ye will be alone.

What if the Pei family takes advantage of the situation?

"I'm not going."

Gu Mingli leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"Too many people, I'm too lazy to move."

The judge was pacing anxiously below.

"Then...may I ask your name, sir? You must leave your name, right?"

Gu Ming thought for a moment, then shouted down at the top of his lungs.

"Li Xiaobai".

Another uproar erupted in the hall.

"Li Xiaobai? What an arrogant name!"

"But they have the ability!"

"After tonight, Li Xiaobai's name will likely spread throughout Jiangzhou!"

Xiao Ye paused for a moment when he heard the name "Li Xiaobai".

Then the corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.

Talented, but doesn't like to show off.

He wrote countless masterpieces of poetry on the walls, but he was too lazy to even go on stage.

Gu Mingli is absolutely a talent!

It's just that I was too low-key before, which prevented me from discovering him in time!

Now that I've gotten to know him, I realize how much skill he's been hiding.

Xiao Ye looked at Gu Mingli and smiled with satisfaction.

Next to the table by the east wall downstairs.

The young master of the Pei family had turned completely black with rage.

His sister's carefully prepared poem, written over half a month, was utterly crushed by a "Li Xiaobai".

Miss Pei clutched the handkerchief so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palm.

Her gaze pierced through the crowd, across the first-floor lobby, and fixed intently on the direction of the private room on the second floor.

Through the half-hidden straw curtain, the silhouette of a man could be vaguely seen.

His slender figure leaned back in the chair, his posture relaxed.

The distinguished young nobleman sitting next to him was speaking to him with his head turned to the side.

The two were very close to each other.

Miss Pei's teeth were grinding together.

"That vixen! She wants to steal the Emperor from me!"

The young master of the Pei family coldly rebuked, "Don't expose us. We'll wait until the Dragon Boat Festival."

There are two days left until the Dragon Boat Festival.

The number of visitors to Peach Blossom Spring suddenly increased.

The name "Li Xiaobai" spread throughout Jiangzhou City overnight.

The long street in front of Huanghe Tower was packed with people.

The storytellers in the teahouses and taverns embellished the grand spectacle of the previous night.

Some say that "an immortal descended to earth and composed twelve poems in one night," while others say that "when Li Bai put pen to paper, white light swirled around the beams outside the window, and the poems dispersed as soon as they were finished."

The literary circles were in an uproar.

How many years has it been since the Great Yong Dynasty produced a poet of this caliber?

The members of the Kyoto Academy gathered early in the morning to study Li Xiaobai's poems.

Invitations, invitations to poetry gatherings, and visiting cards from various families poured into Huang Helou in Peach Blossom Spring. Everyone wanted to meet this rising star of the literary world in person.

The most subtle thing was the news coming from the Jiangzhou government.

It is said that even the governor was alarmed and privately asked several times, "What is the background of this Li Xiaobai? The capital has sent someone to inquire about him."

Meanwhile, the person who had stirred up the literary world of the Great Yong Dynasty, with a gloomy face and a grumpy mood, strolled off to have breakfast with the emperor.