A carriage stopped in the alleyway in front of Yuexian Tower. Li Yu stuck his head out of the window to take a look, then retracted and said: "The poetry meeting should have started, let's go in quickly!"
Tang Ji made no move and replied casually: "I won't go in."
"Don't go in? Then why are you coming to Yuexian Tower?" Li Yu looked at him with some confusion.
Tang Ji simply replied: "Waiting for someone."
He had made an agreement with Jiang Ran before that in order to avoid being misunderstood, he would just wait for her outside.
Li Yu couldn't understand, so he opened the curtain and walked out: "If you don't want to go, I will go by myself. If the person you are waiting for comes out, remember to let Song Xiao go in and call me."
"Prince... Young Master, should I stay outside too?" Song Xiao looked a little nervous.
Li Yu patted his shoulder, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore, I won't be in danger."
Immediately, he crossed the street and walked straight into Yuexian Tower.
"There are so many people!" Li Yu complained, and was about to squeeze over to ask the waiter for a box or a stand on the second floor, but he found a woman standing on the high platform arguing with Li Runsheng.
He suddenly became interested, and was about to find out what the two people were quarreling over, but he saw the face of the charming woman clearly and said in surprise: "No wonder I thought I had seen Miss Jiang somewhere. She turned out to be the former No. 1 Courtesan."
, I haven’t been here for half a year, and I’ve actually forgotten what he looks like!”
But that's not the point!
The point is that the person Tang Ji is waiting for should be her!
Thinking of this, Li Yu quickly turned around and ran out.
Blinking his eyes, Li Yu returned to the carriage, holding on to the carriage and breathing heavily: "Huh~Tang Ji, hurry up, follow me!"
"I told you, I won't go in." Tang Ji stuck his head out, still holding a few grapes in his hand.
Li Yu shook his head and explained: "Your Jiang Ran is being bullied in the building. It will be too late if you don't go in!"
Hearing this, Tang Ji suddenly opened the curtains, jumped out of the carriage, and ran towards the building quickly.
Li Yu stretched out his hand and took out all the grapes from the carriage, dragging Song Xiao to follow closely.
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After hearing clearly the content of the argument on the high platform, Tang Ji directly launched the taunting skill on Liu Lu without saying a word.
The eyes of everyone in the building were instantly focused on him.
Li Yu quickly hid behind a pillar to prevent anyone from recognizing him, and sent Song Xiao to follow to protect Tang Ji.
Li Runsheng, who was standing on the high platform, narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Who is it?"
Tang Ji yawned and walked straight through the crowd, not forgetting to thank the scholars who made way for him. After stepping onto the high platform, he walked straight in front of a few people, grabbed Jiang Ran's wrist, and protected her.
Behind him, he said with a smile: "Look at each of you, gentleman? How can a gentleman bully such a girl in front of so many people?"
Jiang Ran looked at the back of his head, a little worried in his eyes, but inexplicably believed that Tang Ji could solve everything, so he lowered his head silently and stood obediently behind him.
Seeing this scene, Lin Zican clenched his hands into fists, dug his nails into his flesh, and said in a deep voice: "Tang Ji, did you write the poem above?"
Hearing this, Tang Ji raised his head and looked at the four hanging scrolls, and said calmly: "No."
After hearing his answer, Li Runsheng and Liu Long breathed a sigh of relief, but everyone onlookers looked puzzled. Did the girl really lie?
Just when Li Runsheng adjusted his expression and planned to quickly turn the story around, the young man in Tsing Yi standing opposite spoke again: "I can't write this kind of garbage poem that makes a dog shake his head after reading it!"
When Liu Lu heard what he said, he couldn't help but remember the scene where he scolded Jiang Ran for trash and bad poetry last month. His eyes suddenly turned red and he said angrily: "Tang Ji, don't go too far!"
"Excessive? Mr. Liu, compared to going too far, stealing my poems should be more excessive, right?" Tang Ji asked pretending to be confused.
Li Runsheng didn't expect that the original author would show up, but now he could only continue to bite him to death and said: "Boy, I assisted Liu Lu in creating these poems. If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me.
Punish you for deceiving the world and stealing your reputation!"
"Yo? The thief who calls to catch the thief is just for your fun, you see!" Tang Ji sarcastically said.
Then, he raised his head and glanced at the long scroll directly opposite: "'The famous flowers in the country are in love, and the king looks at them with a smile. It happens that we can accompany each other on the old road, and the time has passed, who will take pity on it.' Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk,
These famous flowers that attract the whole country are all described as wild flowers by you!"
"Listen up, this poem is called "Qing Ping Tiao", the original text is 'Famous flowers overwhelming the country, two people are in love, the king looks at it with a smile. It explains the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the agarwood pavilion leans against the railing in the north.'" Tang Ji recited it easily.
After finishing, he stuffed a freshly picked grape into his mouth and didn't forget to pass the rest to Jiang Ran.
The latter did not reach out to pick it up, but carefully pondered the verses he had just recited.
At the same time, Professor Chen, who originally came down from the second floor, also stopped on the stairs, repeatedly reading the two sentences added by Tang Ji, imagining the blurred scene of people and flowers, and his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Good, good, good poem!"
He stared at Tang Ji closely and immediately believed that this was the original poem. It was hard to say whether it was the young master who wrote it, but he didn't think much about it and walked quickly downstairs.
Many scholars in the building also nodded one after another, and some people immediately sighed: "The flowers are outside the balcony, and people are leaning against the balcony. It is elegant and romantic, and it is a good poem!"
"In comparison, Liu Long's two sentences are really about wild flowers!" Another person added.
The young and vigorous scholar standing next to him crossed his arms and said sarcastically: "Who is this person who is cheating the world? You can tell it at a glance. Mr. Tang, please take out the other three songs so that I can feast my eyes on you."
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Tang Ji spread his hands and replied: "It depends on what Mr. Li says!"
Although Li Runsheng is not good at writing poetry, when the two poems are placed together, which one is stronger and which one is weaker can be judged.
However, at this time, he didn't know what to do. Regardless of whether he admitted his mistake or not, it was difficult to restore his image in the eyes of the scholars, and a feeling of regret suddenly welled up in his heart.
When Tang Ji saw that the other party was silent, he sneered boredly, took out the handkerchief Jiang Ran gave him from his arms, wiped his hands, held her wrist again and walked toward the door.
"Wait a minute." Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Professor Chen quickly spoke to keep them here.
Tang Ji turned around, glanced at the other party, and asked, "What? Old man? Do you want to get involved too?"
Old... old man!
The scholars standing around were all dumbfounded. This man was the former Minister of Household Affairs and Dr. Jin Ziguanglu. It was said that he almost became the prime minister. How dare this kid be so disrespectful to him!
Professor Chen did not take it seriously and said with a smile: "Master Tang, can you keep the other three poems?"
"I said, it all depends on Mr. Li's performance!" Tang Ji crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at Li Runsheng playfully.
Professor Chen's face suddenly darkened and he scolded: "Li Runsheng, shouldn't you say something?"
"Yes... I was stubborn. I believed the villain's words. I hope Mr. Tang will forgive me!" Li Runsheng's face had already been thrown into trouble. He didn't care about his face and apologized.
Tang Ji took half a step to the side, looked at Jiang Ran and said, "You should apologize to her!"
Li Runsheng gritted his teeth. After all, he was a doctor of government studies. If he apologized to a little girl, he would really not be able to hold his head up in the future. He was about to refuse, but he noticed Professor Chen's sharp eyes. In desperation, he could only
Apologize to Jiang Ran: "I'm sorry, girl, I just made a mistake!"
Jiang Ran was a little panicked and quickly shook his head to indicate that it didn't matter.
Professor Chen looked at Tang Ji with charitable eyes again and said softly: "Mr. Tang, is it okay now?"
"Tell me, which song do you want?" Tang Ji led Jiang Ran back to the high platform.
Professor Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and asked doubtfully: "Which song do you want? Can't you write them all down?"
"I'll leave if I keep inking again!" Tang Ji pretended to raise his feet.
Professor Chen quickly waved his hand to signal him not to move, and said: "Just the one about 'Looking Back and Smiling'!"
"Oh, you want the song 'There is a Beautiful Woman', wait!" Tang Ji really didn't want to copy "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". After all, it contained stories about Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang. After writing the poem, he had to tell them the story. It was too troublesome.
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All the scholars in the audience did not dare to express their anger, for fear that this boy would anger Professor Chen and implicate them.
Tang Ji spread rice paper on the table, picked up his pen and started writing.
After a long time, Tang Ji put down his pen, shook his arm, unconsciously held Jiang Ran's hand and walked out.
It's already getting late, so I hope that little girl Jiu'er won't worry too much.
Professor Chen looked at the two people walking away, rubbed his old eyes, walked to the table and browsed the poem. He only read half of it, and he couldn't help nodding and praising: "Good, good poem!"
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