Fortunate Young Gentleman

No one can write ten poems with different styles and all of them are excellent works at the same time.

One moment she led soldiers to fight at the border, the next moment she lamented her husband’s death alone, the next moment she wrote about the unparalleled spirit of men, and the next moment she wrote about the tenderness of women... Even if he wanted to buy poems, he should have paid more attention!

How many talented men and women did he find, and how much money did he spend to get these ten poems together?

Each of these poems has its own style, and it is difficult to tell which one is better than the other, but compared with other works tonight, the difference is obvious.

Whether it is the works bought by Tang Zhao or the works of others, they cannot be compared with any of these.

But if that were the case, there would be no need to ask Miss Su Mei to come out to choose tonight, because the ten poems she chose were all picked by Xiao Gongye, and no matter which one she chose, she would eventually choose Xiao Gongye.

"Why, haven't you chosen yet?" A voice that made people feel weak came from behind.

The white-haired old man turned his head and looked at a figure walking over. He handed over a stack of papers in his hand and said, "Miss Su, you should take a look yourself."

"Miss Su, have you chosen?"

"Yes, let's see which masterpiece Miss Su has chosen!"

...

The crowd below was already a little impatient and urged them to speak.

The woman looked at the stack of papers in her hand, picked out some, and asked, "Who wrote this? Why is there no signature?"

The white-haired old man looked at her and said, "It's Xiao Gongye."

"What about this one?"

"It's also Xiao Gongye."

"This poem..."

"It's still Xiao Gongye." The white-haired old man looked at her and said helplessly, "All the poems in Miss Su's hand are from Xiao Gongye."

The charming woman looked at him, her rosy lips moved, and her eyes finally looked at an elegant pavilion upstairs.

After a moment, she lowered her head, picked a piece of paper from those papers, and said, "Then let's follow the rules of the poetry meeting."

The rules of the poetry meeting are to choose the winner of the poem as the champion, and only look at the poems, not other things, whether they are bought or written by the author.

Someone had already copied these poems and posted them on a wall.

The difference is that Xiao Jue's name was written on the poems after copying.

Although the poems were selected by Tianranju, they also had to convince the public. Seeing this, everyone in the hall surrounded him.

"Xiao Jue, Xiao Xiaogongye also bought poems. I don't know who bought this poem from, but the quality is obviously much higher than that of others."

"Why is it Xiao Jue again? Xiao Gongye bought two poems?"

"Let's take a look at the next one..."

"Why is it him again!"

...

Soon, everyone stood under the wall where the poems were posted, looking at each other, stunned.

Ten selected poems, all ten of them are from Young Master Xiao.

They did not suspect that there was any shady deal, because these poems were posted on the wall, and who among the people present did not have the ability to distinguish the quality of poems, and each of these ten poems was a classic.

But..., this is too shameless!

The second young master of the Tang family bought poems, and he still had some dignity, the style of the poems was unified, and there was not much difference overall.

But Young Master Xiao, who died in battle, and was lonely and desolate in his boudoir, had he ever seen a real battlefield as a dandy in the capital, and when did his husband die?

This is simply treating everyone as fools!

"I thought that Young Master Xiao's shamelessness was just to go to a brothel and call ten girls at once. I didn't expect it..."

"I didn't expect that he would buy ten poems. Does he have an obsession with "ten"? Can he bear to call ten girls at a brothel?"

"What can be endured? You don't know. It is said that when Young Master Xiao went to a brothel, he just asked those prostitutes to take off their clothes except for their bellybands and underwear, and sit on the bed to feed mosquitoes..."

"There is such a thing. He was not tempted by the beauty in front of him. Could it be..."

"Brother Xu, be careful, be careful..."

...

The ten poems selected were all written by one person. This is a unique thing since Tianranju held the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival.

While appreciating those poems, everyone sighed at Young Master Xiao's shamelessness and mourned for the second young master of the Tang family.

He also bought ten poems. It seems that he is determined to win the first place today. It is said that he bribed several selected people. As a result..., none of them was selected.

The money spent on this is just a small matter. It is difficult to regain the lost face.

This is the biggest loser of the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival tonight.

They are both dandy and shameless, but the second young master of the Tang family is far inferior to the young master Xiao in vision.

In an elegant pavilion.

Tang Zhao smashed the teacup and stood up from his seat suddenly, his face as gloomy as water.

Liu Li stood beside him, lowered his head and trembled.

Tang Zhao looked at him and gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say it was foolproof? Didn't you bribe the judges?"

Liu Li shuddered and said in a trembling voice, "He, he said that the ten poems of the young master Xiao are all excellent works."

The young man named Chang Yue stepped forward and said suspiciously, "Second Young Master, have you offended the young master Xiao? He never participated in these things in previous years, and I haven't heard that he recruited talents this year to win the first prize in the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival..."

"Just because he wanted their elegant pavilion just now?" Tang Zhao thought about it, and asked in disbelief: "Is Xiao Jue sick?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Chang Yue thought about it and said: "Normally people would not go to a brothel and ask ten girls to feed mosquitoes. Maybe he really wanted to retaliate against us because of what happened in the elegant pavilion just now..."

"Impossible!" Tang Zhao shook his head and said: "If he just wanted to retaliate temporarily, where did his poems come from?"

Chang Yue shook his head and said: "I don't know about that..."

...

Xiao Jue pushed the door open and walked out, comforting: "If you are not selected, you are not selected. The capital lacks everything except people who can write poems. Just have fun, don't take it seriously."

Tang Ning nodded. If so much effort from the ancestors was spent, but there was still no result, then this poetry meeting was just a shady deal.

Xiao Jue seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and looked at him, and said, "Next time I come to Tianranju for dinner, lend me your sign."

Tang Ning looked at him and asked, "Young Master Xiao, you are reluctant to spend even this little money?"

"No one's money comes from the wind, so save it if you can." He put his arm around Tang Ning's shoulders and said, "We are friends, don't be so stingy. If anyone in the capital bullies you in the future, just say my name."

They walked down the stairs and suddenly found something wrong.

The atmosphere was strangely quiet. Tang Ning noticed something was wrong. When he raised his head, he saw that everyone in the hall was looking at them.

To be precise, they were looking at Xiao Jue.

There was envy, jealousy, contempt and disdain in their eyes, which instantly made Xiao Jue the focus of the whole audience.

Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he took two steps back and kept a distance from him.

It turned out that he was so unpopular in the capital. If you encounter anything in the capital in the future, you must never say his name.

He looked forward and saw the charming lady he had just met outside walking over.

The charming lady looked at Xiao Jue and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Young Master Xiao."

Xiao Jue was stunned and asked in surprise: "What are you congratulating me for?"

"Of course, congratulations to Young Master Xiao for winning the first prize in tonight's poetry competition." The charming lady looked at him and said with a smile again: "Why not, listen to people's laughter under the curtain... I like this sentence very much."

"What champion? I didn't write any poems." Xiao Jue said in surprise, and then seemed to remember something, turned around and looked at Tang Ning, and said in shock: "It can't be you!"

Tang Ning looked at the window of a pavilion upstairs, where a figure looked at him.

In the pavilion, Tang Zhao had a gloomy face and clenched his fists.

Tangning calmly withdrew his gaze, looked at the charming woman, and asked, "Do I have to take the prize for the first prize myself, or will you give it to me?"

"Prize?" Su Mei was slightly startled, and after coming to her senses, she looked at him and said, "I am the winner."