Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The third floor was indeed very lively.

Almost all the famous talents in Wanling City were present. When they saw Jinchen coming in, they all stood up and saluted.

It’s not that I respect Jinchen so much, but his identity.

All the scholars in the world know that if the royal family had not produced King Han who loved to study academics since childhood, they would probably have valued military over culture like other countries.

Nowadays, civil officials and military generals are equally represented in the court, and students from poor families can also change their destiny through imperial examinations, all of which are inseparable from King Han.

"No courtesy at all."

Jinchen took Yajiu to sit, but he sat down in a very unruly manner, leaning his head on the soft couch with the back of his hands. He also pulled Yajiu, who was standing behind him, to sit next to him, and insisted on holding hands before he was satisfied.

Anyway, no one dared to say anything.

The Little Overlord of Yangzhou deserves the title!

"It's not easy to gather all of you today. If we don't do something interesting, it would be a shame to the beautiful scenery and wine."

Zhou Zhihong recalled a lot of good poems last night, and he was full of hope that he could make a name for himself through today's activities! But he would not be like the Zhou Zhihong who could only endure in the past. What's the point of hiding his shortcomings all the time?

"Why don't we use the moon as the theme today? If someone's impromptu poetry is too good for others to follow, that person will be the winner today!"

"Great! This method is great!" Several young masters who had been won over by Zhou Zhihong in advance immediately started to cheer and agree, and others also agreed.

"I'll go first!" A young man in plain clothes stood up, put his hands behind his back, and wrote poems with his steps.

"The clouds and mists are leaning against the moonlight, and the candlelight on the white screen is half-dropped... I am trapped in the longing for you and have nowhere to express it, so don't say that the curtains are falling and you want to speak coldly."

In just ten steps, the regret of being alone in the middle of the night without being able to express my true feelings to my beloved suddenly emerged.

Jinchen took a look at the man. He was one of the disciples of the master in the palace and was considered a retainer of the palace.

I think he saw through Zhou Zhihong's tricks and was trying to save face for him.

"Good!" Someone applauded, "As expected of someone who was taught by Prince Han's Mansion! Brother Xuan is very talented in writing!"

Afterwards, several talented people improvised poems.

Yajiu didn't understand the poem and his attention was all on his master's hands.

He straightened his waist, trying to escape the master's fingers.

Jinchen pinched his earlobe as punishment, "Don't move."

Yajiu softened his voice slightly, making sure only his master could hear him.

"itch……"

It's not that I'm really ticklish. A killer is not allowed to have a weak spot.

But when those warm fingers were pinching his waist, even through the clothes, Yajiu felt an unbearable tingling sensation, an itch rising from the depths of his soul.

In the past, his begging for mercy was effective, but today it made his master even more aggressive.

"You're still acting like a spoiled brat outside. I really can't do anything with you." Jinchen hugged her tighter, as if coaxing a child, "Don't move, or you'll fall down."

Yajiu: "..."

Where on earth are you acting so coquettish?

He could only relax his body to make his master's embrace more comfortable, and he dared not move.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the bribed young masters immediately started to make a noise, "The old boss who is in charge of the bank today has to sing a song too!"

"That's right. Everyone knows that Master Zhou has been praised by His Majesty! Master Zhou, don't hide your shortcomings!"

Clang.

The teacup in Xu Huaiyu's hand fell to the ground, instantly attracting the attention of others.

"Sorry, you guys continue." Xu Huaiyu smiled apologetically.

The waiter picked up the teacup and poured tea for Xu Huaiyu, saying to him in a gentle voice, "Master, calm down."

Xu Huaiyu lowered his eyes, which gradually turned cold. He just couldn't accept that his brother Zhihong's reputation was being trampled on and exploited by this monster. It was obvious that the emperor was not praising a monster, so how could he use it with such a clear conscience!

Zhou Zhihong didn't care about this episode. He started to recite poems proudly and walked with his hands behind his back.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a lover, raising the cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people..."

After the poem was finished, the whole pavilion was shocked for a long time.

Jinchen: "..."

I'm going to complain to Li Bai.

"Hey... this monster is quite something, the poem is really well written!" Liu Chengze was amazed, "I didn't expect he is also really talented and learned."

Just after he finished praising, he was hit on the head with the jade fan again.

Jinchen pushed his head away, "Stupid."

Amidst the praises, Jinchen's sudden interruption seemed particularly abrupt.

He tapped the coffee table with his fingers. "You said this poem was improvised."

"Yes, I improvised this. What advice do you have for me, Your Highness?"

Zhou Zhihong didn't have to worry about being exposed by these stupid ancients, so he admitted it without hesitation.

Jinchen: "What is the central idea of ​​this poem? What kind of feelings does it express? Who are the three people in the shadows?"

Zhou Zhihong: “…”

He was stunned for several seconds. It was good enough that he could remember this poem! Who could still remember what it meant?

Seeing that Zhou Zhihong was slow to answer, many people began to doubt.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Zhou? Don't you know the meaning of the poem you wrote yourself?"

Zhou Zhihong hesitated for a long time, suddenly felt completely humiliated, and concluded that Jinchen was deliberately making things difficult for him.

"Of course I know the poem I wrote, but why did I tell it to the prince? The prince is so inquiring, so he must have other intentions! For example... to take it for himself!"

Yajiu drew his sword, his face suddenly covered with frost, "How dare you! Don't slander the prince."

But in an instant, the blade had reached Zhou Zhihong's neck.

Jin Chen had no intention of stopping him. He sighed and stood up leisurely, saying with great interest: "Coincidentally, when I was traveling overseas with my father, I heard another poet also write this poem... It's exactly the same."

Zhou Zhihong's face suddenly turned pale.

Impossible! Isn't this just an imaginary dynasty?

Jin Chen admired his expression, with a malicious smile on his lips, "The poet's name is Li Bai."

You must be sweating profusely, time traveler!