Fortunate Young Gentleman

In the elegant pavilion, in front of the window.

Li Tianlan sat opposite Tang Ning and had been looking at him for a long time.

Tang Ning looked up at her.

After a moment, Li Tianlan couldn't help asking, "What do you want to do?"

He had just written ten poems, and she watched him write ten poems. When he wrote the first poem, she felt that his reputation as a poet was indeed well-deserved. When he wrote the second poem, she felt that his poetry was even better than the rumors. When he wrote the third poem, she thought he was the best poet she knew.

When he wrote the tenth poem, she thought he was crazy.

Such a high-profile release of ten excellent Shangyuan poems did not seem like something that someone who often said "a little bit of knowledge" would do.

"I just came to the capital, and my travel expenses are almost gone. I use this method to earn some money." Tang Ning looked at her and explained, "Write a few more poems, it's safe."

Li Tianlan looked at him and asked, "Do you think I will believe it?"

Tang Ning pointed out the window, pointing to another elegant pavilion, and said, "I have a blood feud with the Tang family in the capital. The second young master of the Tang family is sitting there. That shameless guy bought ten poems and wanted to win the first prize tonight. I don't want to see him proud, so I will use these poems to kill him. It's that simple."

Li Tianlan looked at him for a long time, then said, "If you don't have enough money, tell me and I will give it to you. You are disgraceful by doing this."

A real man should face difficulties and solve his own problems when he encounters difficulties.

If he even needs women to give him living expenses, what has he become?

Since ancient times, the Lantern Festival has been a very important festival. There are countless poems about the Lantern Festival. Even if Su Shi, Qin Guan, Xin Qiji, Ouyang Xiu and other ancient people who existed cannot be copied, there is still half of the Tang Dynasty missing, and Miss Qingzhao has never appeared. The Ming Dynasty has a three hundred years of national life. How many poems can be copied?

Sorry, Cui Ye, the Imperial Censor, sorry, Miss Qingzhao, sorry, sister Shuzhen, sorry, Dongyang University Scholar...

Throwing out works of different styles from various dynasties and poets at once, it is an insult to civility. This is a ten-fold split personality, or in layman's terms, a mental illness.

But since you have decided to do it, you must make it foolproof.

Li Tianlan looked at him and didn't ask any more questions. He looked in the direction of the elegant pavilion he had just pointed to.

…

Tianranju, on the high platform of the main hall.

A white-haired old man took a sip of tea and asked, "Are there any more poems to be sent up?"

"No." The old man in green looked around and said, "It's almost time, why not decide on these ten poems and ask Miss Su Mei to come out."

"That's what I was thinking." The white-haired old man nodded and just stood up when someone suddenly ran up to the platform and put a stack of papers on the table in front of him.

"You're taking it out now, what were you doing just now?" The white-haired old man looked at him, frowned and said, "Today's poetry gathering is not accepting new works, you can take it."

Xiao Fu thought about it, looked at him and said, "Then I'll go back and tell Xiao Gongye that today's poetry gathering is not accepting new works."

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, looked at him again, pursed his lips, and said, "The Lantern Festival poetry gathering only happens once a year, and it's not easy to get the chance, so I'll make an exception today."

Xiao Jue, Xiao Gongye, is someone he can't afford to offend. He even thought in his heart that as long as this poem is not too bad, he will give him face and put it in these ten poems to prevent Xiao Gongye from causing trouble for him in the future.

He looked down, his face slightly different, and sat down again, looking at the people around him, and said: "Come and take a look..."

"Don't urge the jade clock and silver pot, the iron gate and golden lock are completely opened. Who can sit idle when seeing the moon? Where can you not come to see the lanterns?" One person stroked his beard and said: "Yes, this is the first quatrain I saw today. In just a few words, it describes the grand occasion of the Lantern Festival in the capital. Master Xiao bought..., and wrote this poem. It's not bad."

"In the Tang Dynasty, Cui Ye had five poems of "Shangyuan Night", which was a masterpiece. Both are seven-character quatrains, and this poem seems to be even better. . "

"You have also thought of this. If this poem is put together with it, I would have thought that Cui Ye had written six poems of "Shangyuan Night"..."

"In that case, this poem should be included in the top ten?"

"It should be included."

"It can be ranked first among the top ten."

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "If this poem is included, one poem should be eliminated from the ten poems..."

He thought for a while and said, "Tang Zhao's last poem "Yuanri" is ranked last among the top ten. Let's use this "Shangyuan Night" to replace his "Yuanri". Do you have any objections?"

Everyone nodded.

The green-shirted old man glanced in the direction of a certain elegant pavilion and responded, "It should be so."

"Then..." The white-haired old man handed over the poem and was about to speak when he was stunned. He looked at his hand and said in surprise, "There is more?"

He looked at a poem written on the second piece of paper and his expression was stunned.

As if he realized something, he put the second piece of paper aside and looked at the third one.

Then the fourth one.

The fifth one.

...

The tenth one.

Ten exactly.

After coming to his senses, he sat down on the table, his eyes looking towards a certain elegant pavilion upstairs.

In the pavilion, Xiao Jue looked at Xiao Fu who came in from outside and asked, "Where have you been?"

Xiao Fu immediately said, "My Lord, I sent a few poems for Mr. Tang."

Xiao Jue looked at Tang Ning in surprise and asked, "Are you also interested in the prizes of Tianranju this time?"

Nonsense, who is not interested in money? He is not Tang Yaoyao, who has such a rich father, nor is he Xiao Jue, who has a huge family fortune and no worries about food and drink.

He looked at Xiao Jue and asked, "How much money will they give if I can win the first prize?"

"How much?" Xiao Jue looked at him in surprise and said, "It seems to be one thousand taels."

Tianranju will offer one thousand taels of silver to the champion of the poetry competition. This is mainly for those students from poor families. Children of noble families like Tang Zhao must be attracted by the opportunity to be alone with Su Mei and make friends with her.

Tianranju has been based in the capital for so many years, and its network of relationships is extremely complex. Being able to connect with Su Mei, the owner of Tianranju, is not something that can be measured by a mere one thousand or ten thousand taels of silver.

"One thousand taels?"

Tang Ning thought that he could make many rich children with deep backgrounds in the capital, including Xiao Jue, interested, and the reward would be at least 10,000 taels. Unexpectedly, he only gave one thousand taels, which was too far from what he expected.

He underestimated the stinginess of Tianranju and overestimated the pursuit of the children of the noble families in the capital.

However, he had not thought about the so-called reward.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and one thousand taels is also a huge sum of money for him.

Another elegant pavilion.

The young man named Tang Zhao frowned and asked, "Only two songs left?"

Liu Li said awkwardly, "Originally there were three songs, but at the last minute, Xiao Xiaogong also sent one. Those people probably didn't want to lose his face, so they sent him up to make up the number..."

He smiled and continued, "What's more, I have bribed most of the people who were selected. If Miss Su Mei chooses them, they will give us the opportunity."

Hearing this, Tang Zhao's expression eased a little.

On the high platform below, the faces of several judges were particularly complicated.

The white-haired old man pursed his dry lips and asked, "What should we do?"

A person beside him smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know."

They had already selected the final ten works.

But at the last minute, Xiao Xiaogongye sent ten more poems. Although none of them were signed, could they be sent from Xiao Xiaogongye's room by other people?

These ten poems were all Lantern Festival poems, and the standard of each one was extremely high, making it difficult for them to choose.

The poems were pastoral and frontier, and the poems were bold and graceful, with men's ambitions and women's feelings. There were simple descriptions of scenery, as well as descriptions of scenery and lyricism. There were passionate descriptions of the grand scenery of the Lantern Festival, praising the beautiful mountains and rivers, and there were also lonely and miserable poems, expressing mourning for the deceased husband.

When did Xiao Xiaogongye go to the border?

When did his husband die?

Even if it was a fabrication, it couldn't be made up like this...

They thought that the second young master of the Tang family was shameless enough, but they didn't expect that when Xiao Xiaogongye showed up, the second young master of the Tang family was not even qualified to carry his shoes.

He was not only shameless, but extremely shameless!