No one can write ten poems with completely different styles at the same time, but all of them are excellent poems.
One moment he leads the soldiers to fight at the border, another moment he laments alone after his husband dies, another moment he writes about a man's unparalleled charisma, and another moment he writes about a woman's ever-changing tenderness... Even if he wants to buy poems, he should put a little more thought into it!
How many talented men and women did he find, and how much money did he spend to compile these ten poems?
Each of these poems has its own style, and it is difficult to compare them with each other, but compared with other works tonight, they are clearly superior.
No matter whether it is a piece bought by Tang Zhao or written by others, it cannot be compared with any of these pieces.
But if that were the case, there would be no need to ask Miss Su Mei to come out and choose tonight, because the ten poems selected were all written by Mr. Xiao. No matter which one she chose, she would ultimately choose Mr. Xiao.
"Why, haven't you chosen yet?" A voice that made people feel weak couldn't help but come from behind.
The white-haired old man turned his head, looked at a figure approaching, handed over a stack of paper in his hand, and said, "Miss Su, you better read it yourself."
"Miss Su, have you made your choice?"
"Yes, let us see which masterpiece Miss Su has chosen!"
…
The crowd below was already impatient with waiting, and they all urged him to speak.
The woman looked at the stack of papers in her hand, picked out some, and asked, "Who wrote this? Why is it not signed?"
The white-haired old man looked at her and said, "It's Mr. Xiao."
"Where's this one?"
"It's also Mr. Xiao."
"This is a bad word..."
"It's still Mr. Xiao." The white-haired old man looked at her and said helplessly: "The poems in Miss Su's hand are all written by Mr. Xiao."
The charming woman looked at him, her red lips moved, and her eyes finally looked at a pavilion upstairs.
After a moment, she lowered her head, selected a piece of paper, and said, "Then follow the rules of the poetry club."
The rule of the poetry meeting is to take the winner of the poem as the leader, and only look at the poem and nothing else, whether it is bought or written by oneself.
Someone had long transcribed these poems and posted them on a wall.
The difference is that Xiao Jue's name is written on all the poems after they were transcribed.
Although the poems were selected by Tianranju, they had to be able to convince the public. Seeing this, everyone in the hall gathered around him.
"Xiao Jue, Mr. Xiao also bought a poem. I don't know who he bought it from. The quality is obviously much higher than what others bought."
"Why is it still Xiao Jue? Young Master Xiao bought two songs?"
"Look at the next one..."
"Why is it him again!"
…
Not long after, everyone stood under the wall with the poems posted on it, staring at each other, dumbfounded.
Among the ten selected poems, ten are all by Mr. Xiao.
They did not doubt whether there was some shady story, because these poems were posted on the wall, and no one present had the ability to distinguish the quality of poems. Each of these ten poems is a classic.
But..., this is too shameless!
The second young master of the Tang family bought poems and even showed a little bit of pride. The style of the poems was unified and there was not much difference overall.
But as for Young Master Xiao, he was a corpse wrapped in horse leather on the battlefield, and he was lonely and lonely in his love life. A dandy from the capital, had he ever seen a real battlefield, and when did his husband die?
This is simply treating everyone as a fool!
"I thought that Mr. Xiao's shamelessness was just to go to a brothel and call ten girls at a time. I didn't expect that..."
"I didn't expect that when he buys poems, he always buys ten. Does he have any obsession with "ten"? Can he bear to go to a brothel and call ten girls?"
"You don't know what you can and can't stand. It is said that when Mr. Xiao went to a brothel, he only asked the prostitutes to take off their bellybands and underpants and sit on the edge of the bed to feed mosquitoes..."
"There is such a thing. The beauty is currently sitting in peace. Could it be that..."
"Brother Xu, be careful what you say, be careful what you say..."
…
The ten selected poems were all written by one person, which is a unique thing since Tiantianju held the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival.
While everyone was appreciating the poems, they lamented the shamelessness of Young Master Xiao, and also mourned for the second young master of the Tang family.
He also bought ten poems, and it seemed that he was bound to win the title of today's leader. It was said that he bribed a few people who were selected, but in the end... none of them were selected.
The money spent for this is just a trivial matter, and the face lost will be difficult to get back.
This is the biggest loser in tonight's Lantern Festival Poetry Festival after losing both his wife and his army.
He is also a dandy, and he is also shameless, but the eyesight of the second young master of the Tang family is far inferior to that of Young Master Xiao.
In a pavilion.
Tang Zhao smashed the tea cup and stood up from his seat suddenly, his face as heavy as water.
Liu Li stood beside him, his head lowered and trembling.
Tang Zhao looked at him, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say it was foolproof? Didn't you bribe the judges?"
Liu Li trembled and said in a trembling voice: "He, he said that those ten poems by Mr. Xiao are all excellent works."
A young man named Chang Yue stepped forward and said suspiciously: "Second Young Master, have you ever offended Mr. Xiao? He never participated in these things in the past, and I haven't heard of him recruiting talents this year to prepare for the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival."
Winning the first prize..."
"Just because you wanted their Accord?" Tang Zhao thought for a while and asked in disbelief: "Is Xiao Jue sick?"
"We can't rule out this possibility." Chang Yue thought for a while and said: "Normal people can't do things like going to a brothel and asking ten girls to feed mosquitoes. Maybe he really took revenge on us because of what happened to the Accord just now..."
"Impossible!" Tang Zhao shook his head and said, "If he just wants revenge temporarily, where did his poems come from?"
Chang Yue shook his head and said, "I don't know..."
…
Xiao Jue pushed the door open and walked out, comforting and saying: "If you are not selected, you are not selected. The capital is short of everything, except for people who can write poems. Just play for fun, don't take it seriously."
Tang Ning nodded. If there was still no result despite the efforts of so many ancestors, then this poetry meeting was nothing more than a shady deal.
Xiao Jue seemed to have thought of something, turned to look at him again, and said, "Next time I come to Tianju for dinner, lend me your sign."
Tang Ning looked at him and asked, "Young Master Xiao is not even willing to spend this little money?"
"No one's money comes from the strong wind. If you can save it, save it." He put his arm around Tang Ning's shoulders and said, "Don't be so stingy when we are friends. If anyone bullies you in the capital in the future, just tell me my name."
As they walked down the stairs, they suddenly realized something was not right.
The atmosphere was strangely quiet. Tangning sensed something was wrong. When she raised her head, she saw everyone in the hall looking at them.
To be precise, he was looking at Xiao Jue.
Their eyes were mixed with envy, jealousy, contempt and disdain, instantly making Xiao Jue the focus of the audience.
Tangning was stunned for a moment, then took two steps back to keep her distance from him.
It turns out that he is so unpopular in the capital. If anything happens in the capital in the future, you must not report his name.
He looked forward and saw the charming woman he had just seen outside walking towards him.
The charming woman looked at Xiao Jue, smiled and said, "Congratulations, Young Master Xiao."
Xiao Jue was stunned and asked in surprise: "What do you congratulate me for?"
"Of course, congratulations to Mr. Xiao for winning the first place in tonight's poetry meeting." The charming woman looked at him, smiled again and said, "Why don't you go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter... I like this sentence very much."
"What the hell, I didn't write any poems." Xiao Jue said in surprise, then seemed to remember something, turned around and looked at Tang Ning, and said in shock: "It can't be you!"
Tang Ning looked towards the window of an accommodation upstairs, where a figure met his eyes.
In the Yage, Tang Zhao looked gloomy and clenched his fists.
Tang Ning calmly looked away, looked at the charming woman, and asked, "I wonder if I will get the prize for the leader myself, or will you give it to me?"
"Prize?" Su Mei was slightly startled. After she came to her senses, she looked at him and said, "I am."
