Transmigrating into a Turbulent Era as a Soldier, Starting with Marrying a Wife

Li Yuan stood by the window, head lowered, his face deep in thought.

In Shen Moxuan's eyes, this demeanor meant that Li Yuan had exhausted his literary inspiration.

He was merely putting on a brave face.

A cold smile crept onto Shen Moxuan's lips.

He was about to step forward and continue his mockery to vent his frustration.

Suddenly, Li Yuan raised his head.

Silence fell over Peach Blossom Pavilion.

This poem, "River Snow" by Liu Zongyuan.

Instantly silenced everyone in Drunken Flower House.

The reason was very simple.

Because this poem was simply too shocking.

In Daliang, there was an iron rule in the judgment of landscape poetry: whether the poem could unfold a scroll in the listener's mind.

In other words, after hearing the poem, the scenery described in the lines should appear before one's eyes.

The stronger the sense of immersion and imagery in the poem, the better the landscape poem was considered.

And this poem, "River Snow," even in Li Yuan's previous life, possessed the ability to present a painting that was on a crushing level.

With just twenty characters, a breathtaking picture of a lone fisherman in the snowy river could slowly unfold before everyone's eyes.

This poem, whether in terms of artistic conception or literary skill.

Its poetic power was almost unprecedented.

At this moment, Shen Moxuan's expression was dazed.

As Li Yuan's poem emerged, Shen Moxuan felt as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer.

The suffocation and despair of having his poetic talent crushed left this young master Shen almost breathless.

This poem was simply a masterpiece of nature.

Shen Moxuan trembled all over, muttering the poem "River Snow" to himself, his reason telling him that he had lost this round of landscape poetry.

Not to mention himself, even his teacher.

The Left Prime Minister Cai Hongwen, hailed as the Literary Star of Daliang.

Shen Moxuan had never seen him write such a good poem with such artistic conception.

Suddenly, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of this young master Shen.

His whole body trembled as if he were having a seizure.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

The literary skill and artistic conception of this poem were too powerful, he absolutely did not believe that this crude martial artist could have written it!

Shen Moxuan raised his trembling right hand, pointed at Li Yuan, and shouted loudly.

"Li Yuan! You cheated!"

"This poem could not possibly have been written by you!"

"I don't believe it!"

Li Yuan did not respond, but simply looked at Shen Moxuan with a smile.

This young master Shen shouted a few times, and found that no one around him echoed his words.

He turned his head to look.

Only to see that the scholars and literati he had brought to the poetry gathering.

Were all searching for paper and pens, bowing their heads to copy Li Yuan's poem "River Snow."

Looking around further, the ladies of Drunken Flower House were doing the same.

They had long abandoned Shen Moxuan's landscape poem, and were now all copying Li Yuan's poem "River Snow."

As for the onlookers.

Some shook their heads and swayed, looking intoxicated, some lowered their heads to savor it carefully, filled with melancholy.

But not a single person paid attention to Shen Moxuan.

Seeing this scene.

Young Master Shen understood in his heart that everyone here did not care who wrote the poem.

That they were able to hear this poem today was already a great gain.

Needless to say, tomorrow the capital city would be filled with countless people praising this poem.

The happiest person now was the young marquis Zhao Chengzhi.

Although he did not understand poetry, he could see the reactions of everyone present.

Whether it was the two girls by his side, Ziyu and Qinglian, or the scholars and literati in Peach Blossom Pavilion, or the onlookers.

All were muttering the poem River Snow in low voices, the admiration and shock in their eyes impossible to hide.

He also saw shock and despair on Shen Moxuan's face for the first time.

At this moment, the young marquis was overjoyed.

He pointed at Shen Moxuan and said loudly.

"Young Shen, are you convinced or not."

"Isn't my elder brother, the Earl of Qingyuan's poetic talent, far superior to yours!"

"You, who call yourself the number one talent in the capital, should give way!"

Looking at the young marquis shouting in the Hibiscus Pavilion.

Shen Moxuan's face was gloomy.

The young marquis's words pierced his heart like a knife.

He was extremely unwilling, how could things have turned out like this.

He had prepared this poetry gathering for a long time, it was clearly meant to make a name for Shen Moxuan.

But now, it had actually become a place for the Earl of Qingyuan, Li Yuan, to make a name for himself.

My poetic talent actually lost to a martial artist!

Young Master Shen closed his eyes in pain.

Now, the only way to counterattack Li Yuan was naturally for Shen Moxuan to also create a poem of the same level.

But how was that possible.

The realm of this poem "River Snow" could be said to have already reached the level of divine transformation.

Even if all the talented scholars in the entire capital were gathered, I'm afraid that in a short period of time, they might not be able to write a masterpiece comparable to this poem.

Today, I'm going to lose face in this Drunken Flower House, it's really unwilling!

Thinking of this, this self-proclaimed number one talent in the capital angrily threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

A crisp sound of "crack" rang out.

Causing everyone around to look up.

Shen Moxuan knew that he had lost his composure and was trying to figure out how to cover it up.

Just at this moment.

Suddenly, a clear and melodious female voice came from the third floor of Drunken Flower House.

"Two young masters."

"This poetry contest in the flower house, although it is a literary contest, it also hurts face."

"It is rare to have such a masterpiece today."

"Arguing over ink and brush only adds to the sorrow."

"Two, for the sake of this little girl."

"Let's have one last match, and then stop."

When everyone heard this, they all looked up.

Only to see a curtain gently lifted in a compartment on the third floor of Drunken Flower House.

The sound of pearls and emeralds tinkled in their ears, and a woman slowly walked out from behind the curtain.

She had a high cloud bun, and her appearance was absolutely gorgeous.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like autumn water filled with affection.

A brocade and embroidered Luo skirt was embroidered with brocade-like flowers, and the tassels around her waist swayed with her steps.

The beauty of her appearance and temperament was like a celestial maiden falling into the mortal world.

The appearance of this woman even made the Drunken Flower House instantly brighter.

Almost everyone in the building's eyes were focused on her.

Someone murmured in a low voice.

"I didn't see it wrong, did I."

"It's actually... it's Su Dajia."

"So it's her, Su Lin'er, the pillar of Drunken Flower House, the number one courtesan in Qiluo Street."

"My God, Miss Su is truly worthy of being the flower champion with both talent and beauty."

"She is so beautiful."

Standing in the middle of Peach Blossom Pavilion, Shen Moxuan had already thrown the unhappiness just now behind him.

His eyes looked at Su Lin'er's figure infatuatedly, his heart throbbing.

He couldn't believe that there was such a beautiful woman in this world.

Her beauty was simply like a celestial fairy descending to the mortal world.

Shen Moxuan had long heard of Su Dajia's beautiful name.

It's just that he had visited several times, but she was not there.

Today, he had the opportunity to meet Su Lin'er by chance.

Shen Moxuan had been looking for a woman who could match his talent.

The beautiful Su Lin'er in front of him, like a fairy.

Isn't this the beauty he has been searching for?

If he could spread some romantic stories of talented scholars and beautiful women with this Su Dajia, it would definitely be a beautiful story that would make a name for him in the capital.

Thinking of this.

Shen Moxuan took a step forward.

He bowed to Su Lin'er above the third floor and said.

"Student Shen Moxuan."

"Has some talent in this capital."

"Today, I am gathering with all the talented scholars in Peach Blossom Pavilion to make friends through literature and express feelings through poetry."

"May I ask Su Dajia to come to Peach Blossom Pavilion for a gathering?"