"Your father likes it, what does it have to do with me." Xu Mu looked speechless, "Could it be that your father wants to accept me as his adopted son?"
"You are a fool after all!" Li Xiaowan turned pale with anger again, glared twice, and walked forward angrily.
"Xu Lang, why are Wanwan angry again?" Jiang Caiwei came from behind with a wry smile. In the impression, her husband and Li Xiaowan would start to quarrel as soon as they met.
"How do I know? It's baffling."
Xu Mu rubbed his forehead and thought seriously. After all, it was Li Xiaowan who invited them here. It didn't seem good to leave like this.
"Xu Lang, everyone is here. If not... just wait until Wanwan comes with us."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Xu Mu could only nod.
"Chengcheng Cultural Festival is not only a grand event for our Chengcheng, but also a grand event for the inner city and even the entire Daji Dynasty. If not, we will chant poems with the word 'Sheng', and whoever takes the lead will get this imperial gift."
The crane feather hat was given to me!"
An old man walked up to the stone platform, spoke carefully, bowed his head and worshiped the sky, showing the air of an old scholar.
From the words of the scholar next to him, Xu Mu knew that the old man had a good background and was actually the old dean of Chengcheng Academy.
Continuing to look forward, Xu Mu even saw Li Xiaowan's father and many officials supporting the event. Undoubtedly, this added a bit of solemnity to this Chengcheng Cultural Festival.
Yawning, Xu Mu hid half of his body, just waiting for this bullshit cultural festival to be over, then went back to the inn to rest and return to Tangjiang City the next day.
"Si Hu, you raise your head, why don't you move?"
"Brother Mu, that Lu Zaizi is staring at me, so of course I will stare at him too."
"come on……"
On the huge stone platform, after announcing the title of the poem, all the young scholars began to shake their heads and think hard.
Xu Mu was not interested. He wished that some talented scholar would make a splash and take away the crane feather hat earlier and end the poetry meeting.
"Deng Tuzi, why don't you want to write poems?" Li Xiaowan, who was furious, suddenly turned back, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.
"Miss Li, you've seen me too, I'm just the owner of a small wine shop, so what kind of poems can I write?"
"Don't call me Miss Li! You look too raw!"
"Call me little ancestor?"
"No way! Just like Sister Caiwei, call me Wanwan."
Xu Mu looked strange and shook his head, "I can't shout."
"This girl is so angry!"
This time, Li Xiaowan was not angry after all. She seemed to have decided something and wanted to encourage Xu Mu to think about poetry faster.
"The fragrance of cinnamon blows from a hundred miles away, and the green shadow of thousands of mountains follows. Tens of thousands of families rejoice together, and there is no hunger or despair in the prosperous age."
The same scholar from before was the first to come out. As soon as he read out a poem, there was another burst of warm applause.
"This is the young master of the Zhong Prefecture of Yutai City. He is truly remarkable and worthy of the name of a young talent."
Li Shuomo was the first to speak, with a look in his eyes that showed he was extremely satisfied with the scholar in front of him. If his daughter Li Xiaowan was around, he would definitely have to make arrangements.
"As soon as he opened his mouth, he overwhelmed everyone with his skills." There were officials beside him, laughing loudly.
"Mr. Zhong, if you have time, you can come to your house tomorrow and have a chat. It just so happens that my daughter Wanwan also likes poetry very much."
The young master named Zhong smiled and bowed, which was regarded as an agreement.
Li Xiaowan in the crowd looked nervous.
"Xu, why don't you live up to expectations! If my father is right, maybe that little guy will come to my house to give a betrothal gift and ask for my hand in marriage!"
"Isn't that good? We are a perfect match."
"You, you heartless fool! Make me so angry!"
Xu Mu yawned again and simply stopped talking back, letting Li Xiaowan make a fuss.
Soon, a few more scholars came forward sporadically. Their poems were the same, and they all praised the prosperous age of the Great Ji Dynasty.
But in today's Epoch, there is no prosperous age. All that is left is border wars, people's uprisings, heroes killing corrupt people, and the aggressive Beidi.
"Good! Another excellent song! It praises the prosperous state of our Great Age Dynasty!"
Including Li Shuomo, all the officials clapped and laughed. The scholars surrounding him also had faces full of pride.
"You should know that our country has been prosperous for more than four hundred years since the Great Era, with a strong military and peaceful people. I only hope that you will read more books by sages and repay the kindness of our country."
"Yes, we must not imitate the Beidi people outside the Great Wall. They only know how to herd sheep and horses, just like savages!"
"There are also barbarians in southern Xinjiang. They drink hair and blood, which is also not advisable!"
"Only my great dynasty is prospering! All nations will come to congratulate me!"
A poetry meeting for a literary festival turned into a show of exaggerated and ridiculous praise in a short period of time.
"Brother Mu, Zai Lu is getting up." Si Hu suddenly said.
Xu Mu paused, feeling vaguely that something was not good.
"Everyone, listen to my song." Lu Zizhong walked to the middle of the stone platform, bowed his hands and bowed in all directions.
"Last night the spring breeze entered Jiguan, and the moon filled the western mountains beside the new clouds..."
Lu Zizhong paused, as if he was thinking hard, but couldn't remember anything. He rubbed his head, and it took a long time for him to utter the last two sentences.
The scholar next to him was listening with enthusiasm, and he began to urge him anxiously.
Xu Mu had a sullen face, and suddenly understood what Lu Zizhong was going to do. This bitch was trying to drag him out.
"Everyone, when it comes to chanting poems, you really have to go through thousands of books and travel thousands of miles to get a real sense of it. Oh, by the way, I wonder if any of you here have ever been to the border."
"Or maybe he just came back from the border."
The scholars present were all in a daze. The border crossing was hard and war-torn, and it was far away from them. Who would be crazy enough to think of going to the border crossing.
"Hey, could this be Master Xu? Ah, Miss Wanwan is here too." Lu Zizhong smiled and turned his head, looking at Xu Mu and others behind him.
"I remember, Master Xu... seems to have returned from the border."
It's just a matter of calling a name, but it must be played in such a sinister way.
The crowd slowly moved away.
Standing behind the crowd, a group of people from Xujiazhuang who were out of place were exposed to sight.
"Wanwan, come here!" Li Shuomo shouted with a slightly angry voice, looking at Xu Mu coldly.
This kind of poor young man trying to climb up the ladder must be trying to get ahead of his daughter and take advantage of the opportunity to get a higher position. If there weren't too many people present, he would have asked the guards to take them away.
Li Xiaowan hesitated for a long time, looked at Xu Mu, then at her father, and finally lowered her head in silence and walked forward with broken steps.
Fan Gu and Wang Yun rolled up their robe sleeves and stood nervously beside Xu Mu.
"Mr. Xu, why don't you come up?" Lu Zizhong showed a successful smile, as if he were an acquaintance, walked up to Xu Mu in a few steps, and made a "please" gesture.
"Little boss, you want to rely on a big tree, I'm sorry, I will help you pull out this relationship. Fortunately, I have seen it early, Mr. Li doesn't like you, a pariah who is waiting to get up."
The low voice can only be heard by two people.
Xu Mu understood that Lu Zizhong was afraid that he would be related to the Li family, so he made such a fuss.
"Your small wine shop will die in Tangjiang City."
Xu Mu smiled lightly and did not reply. The grudges with the four major households could be resolved with just one or two curse words.
"How about I invite the little boss to come up later?"
Many scholars present were not interested. No one expected that a small business owner with a poor family could produce any poems.
Some people sneered faintly.
In these days, there are countless poor scholars like Juventus trying to catch up with them and then enter the circle.
This kind of thing is the funniest thing. The rich young master and the untouchable should have their own worlds. Why should you let you get in here?
Li Xiaowan stood in the evening breeze, wanting to cry but not daring to cry. Across the dense crowd, she suddenly realized that even though he was only a hundred steps away, that person seemed to be getting further and further away.
Xu Mu turned around coldly, led Jiang Caiwei, Sihu and others, and walked forward slowly. After a while, they disappeared into the bustling market of Wenji.
In the center of the stone platform, Lu Zizhong let out a comfortable breath. He was already thinking about how to kill the little boss after returning to Tangjiang City.
"I want to chant poetry!"
After Xu Mu left, Fan Gu and Wang Yun suddenly turned red for some reason.
"Come up."
Fan Gu and Wang Yun walked up to the stone platform together, their red eyes unable to hide their slight anger. They had followed Xu Mu all the way from the border to fight.
After exhaling, the two looked at each other for a while and spoke coldly.
"Wait until autumn comes on September 8th,"
"After I bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill you."
After reading only two sentences, everyone present, whether it was Li Shuomo or the officials, stood up. The scholars who gathered around also had shocked faces. Such poems are shocking.
"The incense array reaches the sky and penetrates the Chang Yang."
Fan Gu and Wang Yun paused for a long time before gritting their teeth and uttering the last sentence.
"The whole city is covered with golden armor!"
After reading the poem, the place was completely silent. Even Lu Zizhong was silent for a moment, frowning and not knowing what he was thinking.
"This seems to be anti-poem, not like praising the prosperous times." Someone said in shock.
"I forgot to mention that this is a chrysanthemum poem. If you read it carefully, will it sound like an anti-poetry?" Fan Gu's voice was cold.
"Gold... is indeed the color of chrysanthemum." Li Shuomo swallowed hard. It had been a long time since he had read such a shocking poem.
Coupled with their identities, Fan Gu and Wang Yun are not only familiar with their daughter Li Xiaowan, but they are also the sons of a wealthy family in Chengcheng City, so they can be regarded as young people who can befriended.
"Everyone, how should this poem be?"
"There is no objection to ranking first on the list, but it would be better to change the last sentence."
Fan Gu and Wang Yun stood on the stage and did not hear clearly what those people were saying. Instead, they searched hard to find Xu Mu's figure.
…
"Wanwan, this poem was read to us by Master Xu." When the figures dispersed, Fan Gu and Wang Yun sighed in unison.
Li Xiaowan only felt that her mind was confused for a moment, and she felt inexplicably happy. Moreover, she also had a bold idea. If that little enemy was wearing a scholar's robe and wearing a crown... tsk tsk, he seemed to be a handsome person.