But Chen Mu was seen slowly stepping into the crowd with his hands behind his back.
Cang Jin's face lit up with joy when she saw the person coming.
As for Lin Wenxin, he glanced at the visitor's civilian clothes and knew that he was not a famous scholar. He then sneered and said: "These days, people really like to make comments. You bitch, get out of here!"
Chen Muhu stood in front of Cang Jin and seemed not to hear Lin Wenxin's angry scolding. He stared at it for a long time and just said something.
"Haha, when you say something that hurts someone, why don't you think about how it would feel if someone said something that hurt you? As for your poem, hey...it's really not very good."
As soon as these words came out, the people around him were shocked. They really didn't expect that this man dressed in street clothes would dare to insult the son of the censor with such words.
Sure enough, the next moment Lin Wenxin just waved his hand, and then two thugs were ready to catch Chen Mu.
"Lin Wenxin, how dare you! This is the Mid-Autumn Festival. How dare you dare to disobey the holy will? If you have the guts, give it another try... against my friend!"
Lin Wenxin's face hardened, and he looked at the woman Cang Jin with a look of pride for some reason.
Could it be that...the pariah in front of me is a talented person?
Unlike, who can be called a genius at such a young age, there is only one Chen Mu in the world.
But she must have some talent, otherwise this woman would not dare to make such a fuss, but what kind of otherworldly poems can an ordinary literati like this write?
I'm afraid he is also an extremely conceited corrupt scholar who thinks his poetry is the best in the world.
Facing the gazes of thousands of pairs of eyes around him, he thought for a moment and chuckled: "Okay, if I win, how about you crawl on the ground and roll a few times like a dog?"
Chen Mu nodded: "If I win, how about you apologize to Miss Cang and let's take tonight's Quibi as the title?"
After Lin Wenxin responded, Chen Mu took the lead in picking up the paper. As for the poem, he had already thought about it just now, and now all he had to do was put pen to paper.
Everyone also found it ridiculous that this person, who was only a first-level commoner, dared to challenge a high-ranking official who had been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child. It was really a bit confusing.
Where do these geniuses come from? While others are reading and writing at home, you are worrying about your life. Among those who have won the exam over the years, which one has a poor family background?
Among the so-called nobles from a poor family, there is only one King of Shuchuan, Chen Mu, who can surpass everyone in the world despite his poor background.
As soon as the pen is put down, the poem is completed!
Chen Mu did not let everyone watch, but directly asked people to dump it to the songwriters in the attic.
Seeing this scene, everyone started talking again.
"I don't know. Do you really think that anything written by anyone can be sung today?"
"These scholars are all conceited. No matter how well they write, they always think that their poems are the best in the world."
"Just watch it, it will be thrown down later."
Chen Mu remained silent, but just when Lin Wenxin was halfway through writing a poem, a voice of singing suddenly came from the distant attic.
The chilling cicadas are mournful, and it's late to the pavilion.
…
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
…
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
…
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
When the lyrics of this song came out, everyone present looked stunned!
The contempt before turned into disbelief in an instant!
"What a good word!"
"We all got it wrong. This man is really talented!"
For a time, many courtesans performing at the scene were also stunned by this word, savoring it carefully and chewing it carefully.
Especially that sentence, holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and choked. The so-called love can't be bigger than this.
This is also the second best love poem they have heard this year, besides Chen Mu's love poem. They really don't know who wrote it and who will give it to it?
Many courtesans are looking forward to curiosity.
"The name of the poem is Yulinling, which comes from Chen Mu, King of Shuchuan, and was given to Xiaochan of Cuihualou!"
"It turns out... he is still the King of Shuchuan..."
Everyone was shocked again, but soon returned to calm. Many good poems this year were written by Chen Mu. Who else could have come up with such amazing poems if not him?
However, most people were still extremely excited. As long as Chen Mu sent poems to the courtesan, it meant that tonight he would compete with other Wu Bai's poems.
Now, this year’s Mid-Autumn Festival has become very interesting.
As for the courtesans, they were really envious and envious. They all looked at the girl named Xiaochan, but they didn't know what methods they used to get the King of Shuchuan to show her kindness like this.
As for Lin Wenxin at the moment, he was halfway through writing the poem and no longer had the courage to continue writing. It turns out that the person facing him is Chen Mu, a great talent who is very popular today!
How could he compare his talent with others?
"Hey, Lin apologizes."
Cang Jinhu faked the power of a tiger and hid behind Chen Mu, sticking out his tongue and teasing Lin Wenxin.
Lin Wenxin's face was stiff, but in full view of everyone, he had no choice but to bow to Cang Jin. Who knew that this kick would hit the iron plate?
After apologizing, Lin Wenxin fled in embarrassment with his two servants.
Finding an open place, Cang Jin's small body hugged Chen Mu very affectionately: "I knew that Brother Mu was the best to me, and he even wrote poems to help me out."
Looking at this little lolita, Chen Mu said speechlessly: "We only helped you because we looked at Huo Quxie's face... By the way, where is your brother Huo? Isn't he here?"
"I don't know, but I heard that the Tubo people submitted a memorial to His Majesty yesterday, and then he went to Wuwei with Uncle Wei."
"Tubo people?"
The hundreds of Tubo cavalry who attacked and killed during that period, coupled with Zhang Bowen's prophecy that day, made Chen Mu feel wary when he heard this word.
Is there any friction at the border? No, if there is a real war, how can it be possible to send a memorial to the Central Plains?
I'm afraid there are other reasons.
"Brother Mu, please accompany me to watch the lanterns."
Suddenly being interrupted from his thoughts, Chen Mu said impatiently: "Little brat, on the way, we have to go see Quibi."
"Who are you kid? In terms of age, I am one year younger than Brother Mu. There is no way I can be like you. One day, I will pick up a gun and mount a horse to save the country from danger."
Looking at this woman who was no taller than his shoulders, Chen Mu couldn't help but pinch her face.
"You still have a gun and mount a horse? It's good that the enemy didn't raise a gun and mount a horse against you."
After saying that, Chen Mu quickly ran into the crowd and got rid of this clingy spirit.
As for Cang Jin, looking at the disappearing figure, he just said: "Woman...what's wrong?"
Then he disappeared into the alleyway with his hands behind his back.
As for the Quibi voting at this moment, it can be said that the excitement has reached its peak.
When you look down at the river, you can see countless copper coins flying on the platform like pear blossoms in a heavy rain.
As for the final result, it was unexpected. Cuihua Tower and Tianfeng Tower tied for first place in the second competition. The person who wrote the poem for Tianfeng Tower was none other than Tang Yin, who ranked first in the past years. The person who won the third place was that week.
green.
Next, it will be up to the emperor and the scholars to judge the quality of the poems and decide who will be the leader this year and who will be the first scholar this year.
But for Chen Mu, with half a day's reward of 20,000 taels, Xiaochan's reputation has long been better than that of the oiran. Now it doesn't matter if he can't win the oiran.
But for the people of Chang'an, it was different.
Jijiu Tang Yin has been firmly at the top of the literary world for a long time, but he doesn't know whether this time he will be replaced by Xishu Chen Mu, who came into being only a year ago, or whether he will remain firmly seated.