Fast Transmigration: Embarrassed

Chapter 77 The Stunning Prince’s Ugly Consort (23)

"Master Chu, why are you bothering?" Dr. Zhao sat on the other side of the carriage, looked at Chu Jijiu who was pouring water on the opposite side, and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey!" Xiumu's Chu Jijiu put down his teacup today, and looked at a bottle of reassurance that Dr. Zhao had prepared for him, "It's okay, this bottle is enough for me to last for several rounds! Instead of worrying about it in the mansion, it's better to come Come forward and be hit bit by bit, it may be easier to accept."

The people outside Cheng Ji Restaurant were stopped a few steps away by the servants guarding outside the restaurant. While trying to maintain their standing posture, they tried their best to stretch their necks to look at the two poems pasted on the wooden board.

"Hey? The two songs seem to be not bad, who will tell me?"

"Here is Xu Xiucai, who is very knowledgeable, let him explain it to you! Don't squeeze, let Xu Xiucai pass!"

Poor Xu Jie, a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, was forcibly dragged to the front, and his coat was almost torn.

His regret, if he had known earlier, he would not have joined in the fun.He just heard that his newly recruited student was going to compare himself with others to compose poems, and thought that he, as a teacher, should come and take a look, and didn't intend to really get involved.Moreover, he doesn't intend to let others know that he is the husband of that "Miss Idiot".

But no matter what, he was pushed out: "Mr. Xu, you have learned a lot. Tell everyone, which of these two poems is better, and what is the difference? Those young masters just voted for it. Give one of them, the other seems to be too bad, right?"

When Xu Jie heard this, his heart skipped a beat.He thought to himself, it's over, it seems that Miss Chu is bluffing people, I don't know where the confidence comes from, and now she is compared to a scum by Miss Qian.Let's hope no one asks who her teacher is.

Xu Jie took a deep breath, carried out some mental construction, and looked up at the poem on the left.Well, this poem must have been written by Ms. Qian, the words are elegant and refined, it can be called a masterpiece.He kept some selfishness in mind, and commented: "Although this poem is a little bit powdery, it is still a rare and good poem."

Then he plucked up the courage to look at the poem on the right: "Huh? This poem is wonderful! It can be called a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation! The first two sentences are just ordinary, and the latter sentence is 'I don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.'" It's a wonderful handwriting, with endless aftertaste! Oh, I really admire the student, I want to meet this..."

He suddenly remembered that one of the two poems was written by Miss Qian, so the other one was written by his student?However, this poem "Peach Blossom" is so stunning that it is unlikely that it could have been composed by someone who had just learned poetry.Is that another "Spring Flower"?It doesn't quite look like it either.

Xu Xiucai was a little confused, but what made him even more confused was still to come.

"The second question has been drawn!" Someone shouted in his ear.

"What is it? Say it!"

"I heard that the second question is 'wine'. Isn't it inappropriate for the two ladies to write it? It's not easy for them to drink fruit wine. It may be difficult for them to write a poem about wine."

Although the onlookers thought that "wine" was much more difficult for the two daughters than "flowers", they still had high expectations due to the high evaluation of the previous poems.

"New poems are sent out again!" The man riding on the tree's neck shouted loudly.

The people who gathered in front of the billboard and were unwilling to move raised their heads and asked, "How was it this time? Sit high and tell us the results later!"

"Okay!" The people on the tree agreed happily, and then took on the role of live broadcast:

"Hey! There is a very handsome young man who is robbing His Royal Highness King An of the poem manuscript! Tsk tsk, it's a good thing that he is the son of Huainan Prince, so he is the only one with the guts."

"Voted, voted!"

"Another full tube and an empty tube! It seems that Miss Chu has completely lost!"

"The manuscript has been sent out, please make room for others!"

Xu Jie listened to the noisy noise in his ears, and his heart was in a state of agitation. Seeing that the old poems were taken down and replaced with two new poems, he hurriedly watched them carefully.

The one on the left is a narrative poem about enjoying the scenery and drinking wine in the garden, which can be seen to be written by a girl in a boudoir.As for the one on the right...

"It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the passers-by on the road want to lose their souls. Ask where is the restaurant, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village."

After Xu Jie finished reading, he couldn't help sighing: "Yesterday was clear and drizzled. This talented man must have felt something in his heart. Today, he wrote down the scenery, people, and things of yesterday through the topic of 'wine'. It is really true. ..."

As soon as the conversation was interrupted, the person next to him looked at him suspiciously: "Why didn't Mr. Xu say anything?"

Someone poked the interlocutor: "The poet is a rich lady. This 'excuse me where is the restaurant' is obviously against the virtue of a woman."

"Miss Qian is said to be the most concerned about women's virtues. It is unlikely that she would write such a poem. Could it be that Miss Chu wrote it?"

"I heard that Miss Chu always likes to run outside these days. It seems that it started after she fell into the water."

"Who fell into the water? Why didn't I hear about it?"

"I also heard it from people, that day..." Someone immediately began to popularize a series of gossip he had heard recently to the people around him.

……

In the "Jinxiu Pavilion", the four rounds of competition had passed. Qian Chengcheng looked at the empty cylinder in front of him with a pale face, and the two cylinders belonging to Chu Ci next to him that were too full to fit in.

"I don't believe it!" Qian Chengcheng shouted hoarsely.

Chu Ci shrugged indifferently: "Then continue. We have already agreed, and we can compete until one of them is convinced."

Qian Chengcheng gritted his teeth and said, "You must have used some shady means. I started reading history and poetry when I was young. I can't lose to you, a half-baked guy who has only studied for a few days!"

Chu Ci had to admire her keen intuition, but...

"You take it for granted again. What evidence do you have to prove that these poems are not written by me? You are too ignorant and ignorant. You think that if others praise you a few words about child prodigy, you are really a genius. Don't you know that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people", Although I don't read as many books as you, I am a genius in poetry."

Ling Ling: Bah.

Although Zheng Mingyan felt that Chu Ci's boastful appearance was not very good, she had to admire her talent in poetry.This seemingly reckless and rude Miss Chu is a real talented woman.

"Sister Qian, don't be a fool anymore. The sign outside has been placed for so long, and the poems have spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital. No one has come out to point out that Miss Chu's poems are fake.

What's more, we wrote these questions by ourselves, and you two randomly selected them. It is impossible for Ms. Chu to cheat. "

Miss Li Fu also persuaded: "Yes, Sister Qian. We have already competed for four rounds, and the result is already very obvious. Don't continue the competition, otherwise..."

Qian Chengcheng knew what she meant, and it would be even uglier if he lost.

"Okay, I admit defeat!"

(End of this chapter)