After reading the entire poem, Yanzhi looked at Chen Mu in disbelief.
"you……"
Chen Mu enjoyed this feeling of pretentiousness and said with a smile: "How is it, are you shocked? Am I very literary?"
"Where did you steal the poem?"
"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, do you want it? Don't throw it away."
Chen Mu was a little angry and immediately tried to throw away the lantern, but Yanzhi finally snatched it away.
Whether I wrote it myself or stole it, there is no denying that this poem is truly a masterpiece.
After thinking about it, he took out an ingot of gold from his bag and threw it to Chen Mu: "Thank you, poor boy!"
Under Chen Mu's gaze, Yanzhi held the lantern and walked towards the inner circle again.
I didn't know what they were talking about, but they could clearly see it. The old men suddenly stood up and looked at the lantern in a daze. After a few people commented, they sent the book boy to hang the lantern on a wooden pole.
After that, Rouge ran back jumping.
"Poor boy, just because of your poem, I have to win a good ranking today. You can kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. You are worthy of being the King of Shuchuan!"
Chen Mu smiled bitterly. After all, it belonged to the poet Li Bai, so how could it be any different?
There were hundreds of people participating in the poem competition, but only a few dozen poems were ultimately hung on the wooden pole.
Among them were some of the most famous talents and beauties in Bajun. Judging from the names, most of them were members of the Bajun clan. What's more, Chen Mu also saw an acquaintance - Wang Zimo. He didn't expect that this woman would write poems to praise herself.
As for how to determine the top three, it lies in the hands of hundreds of participating literati. Each lantern is connected to a rope. No matter how hard it is, the lantern is fixed to rise one inch, and each literati has a chance to make a choice.
With the sound of gongs and drums: "Everyone, let's begin."
Without exception, everyone's eyes were first focused on Wang Zimo's poem. After all, besides Chen Mu, this person has the greatest reputation in Bajun City.
And the poem was written well, and soon there were more than ten or twenty people pulling the rope for him.
The lantern slowly rose, but dozens of other lanterns remained stagnant for a long time without any movement.
"Everyone, I almost buried a masterpiece. Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles. When the matter is over, go away and hide your merit and fame. This sentence is not bad!"
"I almost didn't realize it. It's such a masterpiece. It not only describes the incomparable bravery of King Shuchuan, but also has a sense of chivalry in it!"
After a while, everyone immediately noticed the song "Xia Ke Xing", and soon someone stepped forward to promote it.
As more and more people participate in it, this song "Xia Ke Xing" has directly surpassed Wang Zimo's song, and now it seems to be at the top of the list.
As for Rouge, Ben was very excited, but he didn't expect that this poem was so good that it could compare with Wang Talented Girl.
If he wins the top ten, it will be bragging rights. If he defeats Wang Zimo head-on and wins the first place, his name as Rouge will definitely resound throughout Ba County tomorrow.
But it can be seen that she does not have much knowledge. Once it is revealed that this poem is not written by her, everyone in Ba County will inevitably be criticized. This is not a good thing.
"What...what should I do? It's all your fault, kid, for giving me such a good hand!"
Chen Mu gloated: "What happened to the first place? Isn't it great? Tomorrow, you will be the second talented woman in Ba County."
As more and more people helped, Xia Kexing was already crushing all the remaining poems. Although the poetry meeting was not over, the top spot was already revealed.
While marveling at this poem, everyone is still eager to know who wrote this poem and who is so talented.
"Rouge? Never heard of it?"
"I have heard of this name before. It seems to be the name of the Immortal Bustard."
"This poem was written by that prostitute? With such talent, how could he still be that prostitute?"
"I think it's probably because I slept with other talented people in exchange for poems."
All of a sudden, all kinds of questioning and insulting words came overwhelmingly, until Yan Zhi didn't dare to raise her head.
Soon, with the sound of a gong, tonight's poetry competition came to an end.
Xia Ke Xing and Rouge's Name became the unsuspecting first place in this year's poetry competition.
"What about the prostitute? Why don't you see him on stage?"
"It has to be a poem that I got from someone else. The poem tonight was all messed up by this prostitute."
The yelling and cursing was getting louder and louder at this moment. Even a woman like Yanzhi, who was used to seeing the harsh world, couldn't help it for a moment, turned around and ran away.
"Hey everyone, this woman is still here."
But when he took a step forward, he was caught by several men and pushed back with one hand.
For a time, thousands of people on the field looked over, and even the literati rushed over.
The former was just watching the fun, while the latter surrounded Rouge tightly, and the questions and scolds kept blurting out like a flood bursting the embankment.
Inside and outside, Rouge couldn't escape, so she had to forcefully explain to everyone with a smile and a panic.
"You whore, you want to be famous, you are crazy!"
"I...I'm not..."
Before Yanzhi could finish her words, she saw a member of the crowd kicking her in the lower abdomen.
No matter how strong he was, Yanzhi curled up on the ground because of this leg and could no longer get up.
"However, the beauty of this immortal bustard is really not bad."
"Haha, I heard that I used to be an oiran."
"This prostitute disrupted the order of the Poetry Association. It's really abominable. Otherwise, why don't we drag her back and clean her up?"
Several aristocratic family members stood in front of Yanzhi, constantly looking at her, and the beastly thoughts in their eyes were clearly visible.
The people around her also chose to ignore her. After all, prostitutes are inherently lowly. Yanzhi herself, at this moment, bowed her head and resigned herself to her fate. In the eyes of the world, she was nothing more than a fallen willow.
Even if he was dragged back and tortured to death by these people, he could only think that he deserved it.
"Brothers, take action!"
But at this moment, when one of them reached out to grab some parts of Yanzhi, a blade suddenly whizzed out.
"ah!"
Then there was a burst of screams, and the scene changed so quickly that everyone present widened their eyes. This knife almost cut off the hand of this noble family man!
But they saw Chen Mu standing in front of Yanzhi, raising his knife and pointing it at the remaining two people.
"Dare you take another step forward? Believe it or not, I can kill one person with one step?"
Chen Mu's eyes and words were full of murderous intent, and since he had almost chopped off someone else's hand just now, everyone hurriedly retreated.
Chen Mu quickly helped Yan Zhi up and asked with concern: "Are you okay? Do you want to take you to see the doctor?"
Yanzhi said angrily: "What are you looking at? You fool, run away quickly. The power behind these people is not simple. If you are caught by the government, you will die!"
Rouge was a little angry, but more moved. No matter what, only this poor boy risked his own life to protect himself.
"Don't worry, the flowers of tomorrow will still bloom."
After saying these words, Chen Mu looked at everyone again, and then said sternly: "I wrote this poem "Xia Ke Xing Xing", and I just want to name it after Rouge, why not?"
"You come out to make yourself big, so who are you?"
Seeing a man from an aristocratic family asking this question, Chen Mu glanced at him and did not speak directly. He picked up the pen beside him and just crossed a few crosses on the rice paper.