Inside the Emerald Pavilion.

Everyone's eyes have fallen on Cheng Guang.

Wen Qinghe's face stiffened, and he froze in place, not knowing what to do.

He was afraid that he would offend Cheng Guang again and be beaten violently, but when everyone was expecting Cheng Guang to respond, he shrank his head and did not dare to participate in this matter.

The signs of this incident were caused by him, if it weren't for him, he asked the maid Red Candle, who the author of that poem was, and he would not have pushed the prince to such a target.

If the prince really wants to investigate, he will specify that there is no good fruit to eat.

Wen Qinghe was really afraid that the prince would be angry and spread his anger on him, so he simply took it from his heart and found a corner to hide.

It's just that his gaze, like everyone else, is looking at Cheng Guang curiously.

Curious how Cheng Guang would respond.

Obviously, in Wen Qinghe's opinion, this poem is obviously not something that the prince can write, and I don't know where to buy it.

In front of everyone's eyes, it is difficult for the prince to buy another poem of the same level to get by.

At present, the prince has only two options, either to decisively give up the Oiran of Bai Shuxuan and withdraw gloomily.

Either you have the cheekiness to admit it, and under the gaze of everyone who gnashes your teeth, you can enter the Oiran's room with peace of mind and enjoy the joy of fish and water.

It's just that, in this way, the next day, this affair will definitely spread throughout Kyoto, and the reputation of the prince will be ruined.

Wen Qinghe can already imagine how much headache Shizi has now, Shizi has a headache, and the fate of his fuse will probably not be better.

If things are left unchecked, the situation may spiral out of control.

Immediately, Wen Qinghe decided to help Shizi in order to save his image in Shizi's mind.

Thinking of this, Wen Qinghe spoke aloud in the crowd: "I believe that this poem was written by the son, white girl, since you also believe that this poem was written by the son, why bother to let the son of the world make a new poem to prove himself." ”

As soon as Wen Qinghe's words came out, many people's eyes were watched.

They didn't expect that Wen Qinghe would turn into a wall grass so quickly and decisively defect.

When Bai Shuxuan heard Wen Qinghe's words, he was obviously stunned, and then pretended to be delicate and spoke up.

"Where this son said, with the status of the prince, he naturally does not need to explain to others, and naturally he does not need to prove it to anyone."

"It's just that just now, didn't Gongzi Wen still believe that no one here could make the poems that the prince took out? What I said was just to convince everyone of the world. ”

"Of course, all this is up to the son of the world, if he doesn't want to write another poem, the little woman will naturally have nothing to say."

After Bai Shuxuan spoke, he kept silent.

But Wen Qinghe was in a cold sweat on his forehead.

He wanted to scold his mother a little, he originally wanted to help Shizi speak, but why did this spearhead suddenly fall on him again.

Wen Qinghe didn't know what to say, so he silently shrank his head and retreated into the crowd.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly, and their eyes fell on Cheng Guang at the top floor.

Cheng Guang smiled at the corner of his mouth, but there was a little more interest in his eyes, he got up, stroked his palm and said, "Okay, don't you just want me to make another poem to prove that I didn't make this poem?" ”

As soon as Cheng Guang's words came out, many people downstairs became panicked.

"Where is the son, how dare we doubt the son."

"Yes, Shizi, since you took out this poem, it was written by you."

"We don't need to prove it, we don't need to prove it, where are we worthy!"

These people, at most, only dare to whisper verbally, the son of the world really wants to be more serious, and none of them here will end well.

Looking at the top floor of the Accord, the noble figure smiled lightly, and could not see the expression of joy, anger and sorrow, the hearts of everyone present jumped slightly, and an indescribable chill spread from the soles of their feet.

This is a noble man who stands at the top of the power of the Great Zhou, just an Oiran, if he wants to, he can just grab it.

Now that he has made a fake poem like this and competes with them, it can be regarded as giving them face.

Thinking about this, many people couldn't help but shrink their heads, lowered their heads, and pretended to read, lest the world that was difficult to ride a tiger at this time would look at them unpleasantly and want to trouble them.

Cheng Guang's long hair fell down, and his eyes did not change in the slightest.

He stood on the top floor and spoke slowly.

"However, you have guessed one thing correctly, this poem is indeed not written by me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on him again.

Including the maid in red, and behind the screen, Bai Shuxuan, who has always been elegant and dignified.

The red-clothed maid reacted well, but her smile only stiffened slightly, and Bai Shuxuan, who looked at the screen behind the screen, was slightly stunned, and stood up directly in disbelief.

It seems that the next moment, it is going to rush out directly from behind the screen.

Bai Shuxuan's whole person was already stupid, she couldn't understand why Cheng Guang would directly admit that this poem was not written by him? ?

Don't care about face?

Or is it ......

Already gave up on her?

Doesn't Shiko want to get her??

Bai Shuxuan couldn't figure it out, and at the same time felt a burst of regret in his heart.

Did she go too far with the layout, making it difficult for Cheng Guang to ride the tiger, so she decisively gave up on her and planned to leave?

She planned to raise fish, but she didn't plan to raise the fish to death.

Bai Shuxuan's heart was anxious, and his beautiful eyes, which had always been unwavering, were extremely flustered at this time.

Not only did Bai Shuxuan feel flustered at this time, but Wen Qinghe in the crowd was also a little flustered, and Shizi actually admitted it, this is not like his style?

When has the prince ever bowed his head to others?

For a while, Wen Qinghe had a bad premonition, but now there was no way to leave the scene directly, so he could only continue to look at Cheng Guang.

At this moment, under the attention of thousands of people in the venue, Cheng Guang stood on the railing, standing with his hands in his hands, his brocade robe fluttering, and he laughed.

"After all, that poem is too rubbish, if I wrote it, I'm afraid I can't help but find a stone to hit and die."

As soon as these words came out, the Jade Pavilion, which was already silent, became even quieter.

The air freezes completely.

Many people's eyes widened slightly, looking at Cheng Guang in a daze, unable to say anything.

This poem is too rubbish??

This is a poem that even the master and the great Confucianism may not be able to compose.

Such a good article, you actually say rubbish???

Even if Cheng Guang is the son of the world, saying these words still made everyone's eyes show an incredible look, and they looked at Cheng Guang one by one, in addition to respect, there were many inexplicable meanings.

Either he thinks Cheng Guang is talking big.

Either he felt that Cheng Guang was forcibly belittling the poems he had just taken out, in order to elevate his talent and slap his face into a fat man.

Although everyone in the audience didn't dare to talk about it anymore, it could be seen from their eyes and expressions that they didn't believe what Cheng Guang said.

If that poem just now is rubbish, there are not many poems in the world that are good poems.

Especially some college students, their eyes widened, and when they heard Cheng Guang's words, their brains turned red with anger.

Because, the poems of garbage in Cheng Guang's mouth are poems that they may not be able to write in their lifetime.

The poems they may not have been able to write in their lifetimes have become garbage in Cheng Guang's mouth......

It's insulting.

In the central room of the Emerald Pavilion.

Bai Shuxuan was surprised when he heard Cheng Guang's words.

I didn't expect Cheng Guang to comment on his poems like this, and he felt a little more contempt in his heart, but his face was silent.

"Shizi, you are talented, naturally you are dissatisfied with this poem like a piece of paper, no matter what, today the little woman only chooses the son of the world, and the son of the world will read with the little woman at night, how about discussing the way of poetry?"

Bai Shuxuan behind the screen, speaking softly, the tassel dress on his body was close to the delicate body, swaying slightly because of the wind in the hall, and his demeanor was quite delicate and charming.

is obviously currying favor with Cheng Guang.

She was really afraid that Cheng Guang would break the jar, so she didn't care about her, the Oiran, and left directly.

If so, what is the point of her previous layout?

Bai Shuxuan wanted to end, and everyone in the audience also wanted to end, so he hurriedly echoed.

And Cheng Guang didn't react much in the face of everyone's echoes.

Bai Shu announced a good game, in order to make me lose face in front of everyone, in order to raise her own value, and at the same time, expose my lack of talent, and the dilemma of pretending to be hard.

At this time, I was afraid that I would leave directly, so I took the initiative to curry favor and redeem it.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that I won't say this until the end.

Cheng Guang's thoughts were surging in his heart, but he didn't continue to speak, he didn't want to worry about these people anymore.

At this moment, Qiao Songshan on the side couldn't sit still, these people actually said that they were the boss!

He just sat next to him but saw that in addition to the Wangli Ming, the boss also wrote a lot of poems!

Even if he can't understand whether the poems are good or bad, he thinks that the poems written by his boss are very good.

Immediately, Qiao Songshan stood up and said in a tiger voice: "My boss has written a lot of poems!" ”

"You don't have eyes, what is that poem just now!"

"I'll read the poem written by the boss to you people!"

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