"I've long heard that there are more talented people in Changzhou than before. Now that I'm in Changzhou, why would I want to come here to enjoy Fengya!" Shen Fengchu looked at Pei Yuanchang with a smile, "This young master, doesn't he welcome us?!"
By this time, Pei Yuanchang had recovered from his initial surprise.
His eyes quickly glanced at Yu'er and Chen Qi who were standing behind them, and he suddenly felt that his worries might be a bit unnecessary.
where is this place?
Changzhou!
That was their Pei family's place. He didn't believe that these two were really arrogant enough to dare to do anything wrong here?!
"An ancient book says: It's great to have friends from far away. Since you two are here to participate in a poetry meeting, we naturally welcome you!" Pei Yuanchang took a breath, "Just now you two scolded my poem as nonsense. I want you to come." There must be great attainments in poetry and prose, why not let us open our eyes?"
Of these two, one only liked to dance with guns and sticks, and the other only liked to eat, drink and have fun. He didn't believe that they could also recite poetry.
Pei Yuanchang did this deliberately, just to make the two of them look embarrassed in front of all the young men and girls in Changzhou, so as to save himself from the embarrassing situation just now.
"Yes, today we are using plum blossom as our theme, why don't you two sing a song too!" Another Pei family member standing behind Pei Yuanchang immediately agreed.
"I'm good at killing people and archery, but what about reciting poems and painting?" Yun Chu looked at Shen Fengchu beside him with a smile, "My lord, you better do it!"
Shen Fengchu, who was called her husband for the first time, met her gaze with an ambiguous smile, "Okay, then Fengchu will show off his shame!"
Letting go of the armrest of the wheelchair, Shen Fengchu straightened up and shook his right hand slightly. The golden folding fan with exquisite paintings in his hand unfolded in his hand. He fanned it gently and frowned in contemplation.
Pei Yuanchang looked at him frowning in thought, and the smile on his lips became a little colder.
If you call him nonsense, I'm afraid this prince can't even do nonsense, right?
"Yes!" At this moment, Shen Fengchu suddenly put away the folding fan in his hand and patted it lightly on his palm, "Listen up, everyone, Fengchu is reciting a poem!"
In the hall, many people looked shocked.
Pei Yuanqing, a talented man from Changzhou, composed a poem in ten steps when he was young, and was praised as the most talented man in the south of the Yangtze River.
This prince didn't even take a single step, and he composed a poem so quickly?
Everyone pricked up their ears and wanted to hear what kind of masterpiece he had come up with.
Here, Shen Fengchu coughed lightly and said loudly, "The surname Pei from Changzhou is definitely not from a common family!"
After hearing these two words from him, the girls who looked over with expectant expressions all looked disappointed.
This is not poetry at all, it is clearly vernacular!
It seems that this prince is really an embroidered pillow, which is not useful but beautiful.
Shen Fengchu ignored everyone's gazes and just raised his voice and continued to say, "A dog farted under the plum tree!"
After reading these two sentences, the whole hall burst into laughter. Even the usually reserved lady couldn't help but cover her mouth with a small sandalwood fan and burst into laughter.
This prince is really brave. He dares to write a poem like this?
Pei Yuanchang laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe. He clapped his palms with his fan and said in a sarcastic tone, "Your Highness, what a good poem, what a good poem!"
"This young master also thinks my poems are good?!" Shen Fengchu pretended not to hear his sarcasm and asked with a smile.
"That's right!" Pei Yuanchang managed to hold back his smile, "I think it's very good. Compared with His Royal Highness's poems, my poems really don't make sense, they don't make sense!"