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He still refused to give up and struggled, shouting, "Master Wei, if I can't write about stones, I can still write about snow, flowers, and spring..."

Seeing this, all the guests in the room burst into laughter.

After the surroundings returned to silence, Wei Xingtou's voice quietly rang out, "Excuse me for making fun of you all, but is there any other young man willing to write a poem next?"

Gu Tingye stretched out his hand and lowered it to Zhao Han, "Brother Zhao, are you ready?"

Zhao Han glanced at him, took the paper and pen from Chang Qing's hand, wrote something quickly, and then handed it to Gu Tingye with a calm expression.

Gu Tingye only glanced down quickly, then took a step forward with his head held high and chest puffed out, shouting, "There's more here!"

"Hey, isn't this Gu Jia Erlang?"

"He's also going to write poetry. I'm afraid it's in the same vein as the one about stones I just wrote!"

"Hush, keep your voice down. This guy is the most reckless. If you make him angry, you might get beaten up."

"..."

Several guests were whispering to each other, casting contemptuous glances at Gu Tingye from time to time, and of course at Zhao Han as well.

In their eyes, anyone who could drink at the same table with Gu Tingye must be a playboy who only knew how to fight cocks and run errands all day long.

Inside the elegant pavilion, Wei Xingtou also had a look of surprise on his face.

Everyone in Bianjing City has long known what kind of person Gu Tingye is.

"Ahem... ahem..." Gu Tingye trusted Zhao Han very much. He cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "If life could only be like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions immediately changed from sarcasm to surprise, and several older scholars even straightened up suddenly.

"It's easy to change the hearts of old friends, yet they say the hearts of old friends are easily changed. After the conversation at Mount Li, the night is half over, and the tears will never stop even if the rain and the bell ring."

The hall fell silent again. The few candidates who had mocked Gu Tingye the loudest just now turned pale and blue in the face as if they had swallowed a fly, and they could hardly hold the wine cups in their hands.

"Hurry, keep reading!" An old man with white beard couldn't help but urge.

Gu Tingye snorted softly, looked around, and said loudly: "How about the unfaithful man in brocade clothes, who made a wish to be together forever."

"What a wonderful saying, but it says that the hearts of old friends are easily changed..."

Inside the elegant pavilion, Wei Xingshou murmured, his tone filled with indescribable melancholy.

"Erlang, did you really write this poem?" Liang Han, the sixth son of the Earl of Yongchang, looked at Gu Tingye in shock.

He was a playboy by nature and was greedy for beauty. Seeing a scene like today, he would still come over even if Mrs. Wu broke his legs.

Some people also swore, "I absolutely do not believe that this poem was written by Gu Erlang."

Gu Tingye looked at everyone calmly and said frankly: "This poem is indeed not written by me."

He stepped aside and raised his hand to signal the person beside him, "This poem was written by Zhao Han, the man next to me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the person who had questioned him immediately revealed a smug look and sneered, "Ah! I knew it! When has there ever been such talent in you, Gu Erlang?"

Several eyes also turned to Zhao Han.

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Chapter 29 Both Civil and Military

He was seen sitting at the table, looking calm and composed. He was wearing an indigo brocade robe that made him look like a slender bamboo. The teacup placed beside him was emitting wisps of hot steam.

"Zhao Dalang? Why have I never heard of this person in Bian Jing?" Liang Han thought about it over and over again in his mind.

He lived in Bian Jing since he was a child, and liked to be pretentious. He participated in dozens of poetry gatherings of all sizes.

He had already made acquaintances with all the talented men in Bianliang, but he had no impression at all of Zhao Dalang, a man of such great talent.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Zhao Han stood up and said in a serious tone, "I am from Yangzhou, and I have come here to take part in the Spring Examination."

"The poem I just wrote was just an impromptu one. I hope you will forgive me."

Liang Han looked him up and down and said to himself, "So you're the candidate who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination. No wonder I've never seen you before..."

"It was an impromptu act. What an impromptu act! Yangzhou is truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It's surprising that such a brilliant and talented person has emerged."

"The last great poem I heard was also written by a student from Yangzhou. It was called 'Ode to the Plum Blossom'. If you take a closer look, it's slightly inferior to yours!"

An old Confucian scholar sighed with emotion and thought to himself: This boy will definitely be among the top in this spring examination!

Zhao Han said calmly, "To be honest, I also wrote 'Ode to the Plum Blossom'."

The old scholar's hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly, and the next second, his clothes were splashed wet.

The guests in the room suddenly became agitated, with surprise and realization written all over their faces.

Huichun was seen walking towards Zhao Han with light steps.

After paying respects respectfully, she said softly, "Master Zhao, my wife invites you to enter the elegant pavilion."

"Excellent! I knew that with your poetic talent, Brother Zhao, you would definitely win the favor of Chief Wei!"

Gu Tingye's face was filled with a bright smile, and he couldn't wait to walk towards the Accord.

"Mr. Gu, please stay. My wife has only invited Mr. Zhao. Why are you joining in the fun?" Huichun stopped Gu Tingye without mercy.

Gu Tingye took a deep breath and said, "Brother Zhao and I came here together, so naturally we have to go to the Yage together!"

"Second Master Gu, please don't be so unreasonable. If you make my wife unhappy and stop performing for a while, I'm afraid many people will hate you, Second Master Gu."

Wei Xingshou sang the short lyrics very well, and he was one of the best in not only Bian Jing but also the whole Zhou Dynasty.

Whenever many princes and nobles in the city entertained distinguished guests, they would spend a large sum of money to invite Wei Xingshou to play a song to liven up the atmosphere.

The reason why Guangyuntai could be regarded as the best among the many Qinlou and Chuguan in Bianliang was all thanks to the support of Wei Xingshou.

If she stops performing, I'm afraid Gu Tingye will not be able to leave Guangyuntai today.

"You..." Gu Tingye pointed at her and sat back down reluctantly.

Under Huichun's guidance, Zhao Han walked into the elegant pavilion amid everyone's envious gazes.

"Young Master Zhao." Wei Xingshou opened her red lips slightly and stretched out her slender hand to pour a glass of wine for Zhao Han.

The two sat opposite each other. Compared with Wei Xingtou, Zhao Han seemed a little embarrassed at this time.

"Mr. Zhao hasn't titled the poem yet. Would you be willing to leave a calligraphy here?"

After saying that, Wei Xingshou leaned forward and handed over a piece of rice paper with a faint scent of ink. On the paper were two rows of beautiful small regular script, which were the poems that Zhao Han had just improvised.

Zhao Han gazed at me for a moment, then picked up his pen and wrote: Mulanhua: An Imitation of the Ancient Poems of Determination and Farewell.

Looking at the vigorous and powerful handwriting, Wei Xingshou's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled and said, "There is one more thing I want to ask Master Zhao. Can I play this little song at Guangyuntai?"

Zhao Han had no reason to refuse this proposal.

Once this poem is performed by Wei Xingshou, it will probably spread all over the country within half a month.

As an author, I will naturally benefit from it, and maybe even make a name for myself in the literary world.

"Of course, I'll make a reservation and come to see it in person." Zhao Han smiled and was polite in his every move.

The way Wei Xingshou looked at him couldn't help but change a little, and there was a bit more appreciation in his eyes.

"Young Master Zhao is a beautiful and talented man, so why is he with Erlang of the Gu family?"

"He's a notorious playboy in Bianjing. Being with him would only bring bad consequences to your reputation."

Wei Xingshou knew very well how much the Qingliu people valued their reputation. She was worried that Zhao Han was being deceived by Gu Tingye, so she kindly reminded him.

"Captain Wei is worrying too much."

"Gu Erlang has a kind nature and values ​​friendship and loyalty. As for his reputation, that's a long story. In short, he is very different from the rumors."

Wei Xingshou nodded slightly, but she couldn't see what was different about Gu Tingye. Seeing Zhao Han's confidence, she could only say, "I'm worrying too much."

"Sir, please call me Qing Shao from now on. I don't really like the title of leader."

"Xingshou" is a respectful title for the top prostitute in a brothel. Those who can bear the title of "Xingshou" are all outstanding in talent and appearance, and are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. But in the final analysis, they are still in a lowly class and cannot escape the word "prostitute".

No matter how highly the literati and poets praise her, she is nothing more than a plaything in the world of romance.

"Okay, Miss Qingshao." Zhao Han called softly, and Wei Xingshou's fingertips trembled slightly, and a sincere smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his lips.

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At the same time, in Yangzhou, Sheng Mansion.

Sheng Hong had already received the letter from Sheng Wei. After returning from the yamen, he informed Wang Ruofu and Old Lady Sheng about this matter.

"Oh my God, I didn't expect to encounter pirates on the way to Bianjing!"

"Sir, we must bring more guards when we set out." Wang Ruofu frowned, and couldn't help but feel a little more worried about the family going to Beijing.

Sheng Hong nodded repeatedly, he was also a person who was afraid of death.

"Of course. I've already sent someone to the martial arts department. The servants here are just fancy moves. It's useless to bring more of them."

"Brother Wei also said in the letter that Zhao Han's archery skills were amazing. He could shoot the pirates from a distance of 100 meters without missing a single arrow. He is a man of both literary and martial prowess."

"I've known him for three years and I didn't know he could fight."

Having said that, Sheng Hong's brows relaxed and a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Old Madam Sheng said softly, "That child is clearly not a weak scholar. As the saying goes, a gentleman possesses the six arts, but there are very few who can truly master all of them."

"That's right, mother." Sheng Hong responded with a smile.

Speaking of the six arts of a gentleman, Mrs. Sheng couldn't help but think of the eight elegances of a woman.

The eight arts include: zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea.

She frowned, weighed the pros and cons for a moment, then set her sights on Wang Ruofu.

"The capital is not like Yangzhou. Under the emperor's feet, a fifth-rank official is less valuable than a green-haired turtle in the moat."

"It's time for our four daughters to learn some good manners, so as not to make a fool of themselves in the capital."

"Especially Hua'er. When Zhao Dalang becomes an official in the future, she will have to deal with ladies of high rank. Learning more etiquette will come in handy."

Wang Ruofu nodded repeatedly, "Mother is right, I was thinking about this too."

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