"Ah! I never thought that I would be able to see the true face of the Poet in my lifetime! I will die without regrets! I will die without regrets!!"
"With Su Sheng alone, our literary world in Daning can compete with the sun!"
"Su Sheng! This little girl is only sixteen years old and her family is rich. All she wants is to be your maidservant!"
"Bah! Slutty woman! You deserve it too!"
"Su Sheng! I am just forty years old and would like to be your book boy!"
"..."
I have to say that Su Wu’s appeal is truly terrifying.
Ever since he appeared, the noise at the lakeside had gotten louder and louder, with no intention of stopping.
However, compared to the feared "illegitimate fans" in the previous life, this group of people now can be considered "rational star chasers".
There were only two people in Su Wu's group, but wherever they went, the crowds made way for a passage, and no one rushed up to have a close contact with the idol, or ask for an autograph or something.
And Su Wu did have a great demeanor. Facing all the almost crazy shouts around him, he always maintained a smile like a spring breeze, and his movements were restrained and calm. This is a good interpretation of what it means to be "poetry and calligrapher".
There's something real about this old man.
Wei Changtian judged this, and then turned his attention to the young man following Su Wu.
It was Qin Yu who had composed the song "The bright moon hangs in the sky waiting for the king" on the flower boat of Yangliu Poetry before, and then was shocked to the point of losing his mind by his own song "Clouds Think of Clothes, Flowers Think of Face".
Although Qin Yu was a retainer of the Liu family before, she really doesn't know what to do now.
Li Huaizhong didn't say anything about Su Wu and Qin Yu being involved in the Liu family's conspiracy.
So just sit back and watch.
If Qin Yu and even Su Wu are really here for him, then Wei Changtian doesn't mind killing one more "sage".
Anyway, Su Wu was not a cultivator, so he just killed him casually.
As for his ability to write poetry...
Being able to write poetry has a useful function.
...
"Wow~"
The small boat carrying half of Daning's poetry circle lit up a few lanterns and slowly approached the group of boats in the middle of the lake.
As Su Wu left the shore and entered the lake, the cheers of the "fans" on the shore finally gradually died down and turned into small-scale whispers.
"Sister Xu, that person just now was the Poet Saint? He just looks like a bad old man!"
Ignoring the angry looks around him, Youjia curled her lips, her expression seemed a little disappointed.
Xu Qingwan quickly pulled her sleeves and whispered: "Keep your voice down, don't let anyone else hear you."
"But that's how I feel!"
You Jia stood on tiptoe and looked at Ye Xiaozhou where Wei Changtian was sitting from a distance: "Young Master Wei's poems are also very good, and he is much more handsome than Su Wu."
"Let me tell you, the title of this poet should be changed to Young Master Wei!"
"Sister Xu, do you think so?"
"..."
Hearing this, Xu Qingwan agreed wholeheartedly, but she was embarrassed to agree with her mouth. In the end, she just blushed and hesitated:
"I, I don't know..."
"Haha, Sister Xu, why do you act like a different person when you talk about Mr. Wei?"
"Where, where is there..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Youjia smiled more and more happily: "In the words of their literati, is this called... uh..."
Seeing that Youjia was stuck, Xu Qingwan reminded in a low voice: "We are completely different..."
"Oh~"
Youjia drawled a long voice: "Yes, they are completely different!"
"..."
Being laughed at repeatedly by You Jia, Xu Qingwan's head lowered lower and lower, and her face turned red.
Under such circumstances, of course she couldn't notice Yujia's eyes looking in the other direction from time to time.
It was a temporarily built high platform by the lake, and there seemed to be a man in green robe sitting alone on it.
The man in green robe also saw You Jia, but he only glanced at it and then turned his head away.
...
This kind of high platform lakeside is not the only one. Most of them are high-ranking officials and wealthy households who have not been invited but do not want to miss the grand event tonight.
But compared to the bustling and brightly lit scenes on other high platforms, this one is indeed a little different.
Who is sitting on this stage? What is its relationship with Youjia?
Yang Liushi hid in the crowd not far away, and several questions popped up in her mind.
But no matter what, one thing is certain now.
That is, Youjia definitely hides an ulterior secret.
It’s unclear whether this secret is good or bad for Wei Changtian, but...
The young master said that many people will die tonight.
And Youjia, a female warrior, suddenly became interested in the literati's poetry meeting at this time.
Plus the mysterious figure on the high platform who obviously knows You Jia...
Relying on the sixth sense of a woman, oh no, a fox demon, Yang Liushi always felt that You Jia had evil intentions.
Looking at Wei Changtian on the lake from a distance, Yang Liushi wished he could run over and explain his findings to the former.
But she was afraid that it would ruin Wei Changtian's affairs.
A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and Yang Liushi couldn't help but anxiously whispered to himself:
"Sir, you must not be deceived by that vixen!"
...
Yang Liushi, You Jia, Xu Qingwan... Wei Changtian didn't know what each of these three women who came here secretly did not know what they were thinking at this time.
He didn't even notice the three of them at all, his eyes were always on Su Wu.
The small boat that attracted much attention slowly floated into the group of boats, and finally docked next to Yan Shuyuan's boat.
Yan Shuyuan wore a white robe, and Su Wu also wore a white robe.
However, in comparison at this moment, Yan Shuyuan, who was quite celestial just now, suddenly looked a bit tacky.
It has nothing to do with appearance or clothing, this is purely a difference in temperament.
Fortunately, Su Wu didn't come over to get close to Wei Changtian, otherwise Wei Changtian would probably be just like a country bumpkin compared to the other two.
Tsk tsk tsk, maybe you say he is a "holy".
Wei Changtian shook his head and sighed in his heart, just about to look away.
However, Qin Yu suddenly whispered something into Su Wu's ear at this moment, and pointed towards him.
Um?
Confirm target?
Are you preparing for revenge?
Wei Changtian frowned in a very villainous manner.
The next second, he saw Su Wu smiling and nodding, and then he cupped his hand from afar.
This was the first time Su Wu took the initiative to say hello to someone since he showed up.
In an instant, countless eyes immediately focused on him, as if they wanted to see who had such a big reputation.
As for Wei Changtian himself... after being stunned for a short time, he quickly returned the favor from afar.
Regardless of whether Su Wu really has good intentions or is polite before fighting, he must fulfill his courtesy.
After three breaths, the two of them withdrew.
The fairy in the pavilion disappeared at some point and was replaced by an old man wearing brocade clothes standing in it.
Everyone stopped talking, and even the lake shore was silent.
"It's a two-day old rumor about the Vegetable Picking Festival. Let's talk about it and relieve the worries of salary."
"From now on, I started writing poems while drinking wine, and my old sayings are romantic."
As the old man slowly and loudly recited the first poem he had written long ago, this year's Spring Dragon Poetry Festival in Shuzhou City finally kicked off.
(ps: The plot of the Spring Dragon Poetry Club is probably the most complicated and difficult to write in this book so far. The plot is complex and there are many characters. It will take about ten chapters, so the titles are simply one, two, three, four.