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Wei Changxuan looked at Fu Xiang with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Others may not know your true identity, but do you think I don't?
"Of course! If you win the hunt, I, Fu Xiang, will make an exception and spend the night with you!"
Fu Xiang's voice remained soft, yet it stirred up quite a ripple in the warm pavilion.
Everyone present was surprised upon hearing this.
After all, although Fu Xiang had only been the top courtesan for a short time, she had always been chaste and had never allowed anyone to stay overnight.
So far, no one has been able to stand out in the hunting competition and catch her eye.
Today, are we really going to break this rule?
Thinking of this, the many spoiled rich kids present felt a surge of excitement, as if they had been scratched by a cat.
Although Fu Xiang said this to Wei Changxuan, they all felt that they might not be without this opportunity.
"I really don't know what Miss Fuxiang sees in this crude and uncouth brute that makes her willing to make an exception for him!"
A shrill voice, thick with jealousy, rang out from the corner.
"That's right. How can a crude and uncouth soldier surpass us in poetry and literature? In the end, he'll have to give us the opportunity."
Another voice immediately echoed, its tone full of disdain.
"Hmph, just wait and see that kid make a fool of himself!"
Everyone chimed in with their own words, their eyes revealing a sense of anticipation for a good show.
In the cultivation system of Dafeng, martial artists have always been regarded as a synonym for vulgarity, so how can they be compared with these self-proclaimed refined young masters?
"Now that the hunting has begun, let me offer a poem!"
At this moment, Zhang Yi stepped forward. He was tall and straight, with a scholar's arrogance on his face.
He cleared his throat and slowly began to speak:
"The peach blossoms are faintly blushing, their charm like poetry; her eyes are like pearls, her dreams are infatuated."
Her smile was breathtaking, like a celestial being descending to earth.
Upon hearing Zhang Yi's poem, the spoiled rich kids present erupted in cheers.
"Young Master Zhang truly lives up to his reputation as a learned man; he is indeed full of talent!"
"That's right! Although Brother Zhang's father is the Minister of War..."
But Brother Zhang is not only well-versed in military strategy and tactics, but also...
Moreover, he was quite accomplished in poetry and literary talent.
These are truly the chosen ones!
"That's right, that's right, let's see how that crude brute handles this!"
Everyone chimed in with their own words, praising Zhang Yi while simultaneously belittling Wei Changxuan.
Upon hearing Zhang Yi's poem, Wei Changxuan raised an eyebrow, pondering to himself:
This guy does have some skill, but unfortunately for him, he's met his match!
Even skilled players are easily defeated by cheaters!
Moreover, your poem is only of average quality!
Just as Wei Changxuan was thinking this, the young prince in the distance couldn't hold back any longer and prepared to offer a poem.
He waved a folding fan, deliberately feigning a thoughtful expression.
He slowly walked up to the crowd, a seemingly gentle smile on his face:
"This humble prince is not talented, but I would like to offer a poem as well, and hope that Brother Wei will give me his guidance!"
The prince looked at Wei Changxuan, the smile in his eyes seemingly sincere, but actually concealing mockery.
Wei Changxuan simply smiled noncommittally at this.
His smile only made the prince more displeased.
Once my poem is finished, we'll see how you laugh!
The prince deliberately waved his folding fan in a pretentious manner, looked up at the sky as if deep in thought, and after taking a few steps, slowly spoke:
"Her lips lightly touched like peach blossoms, and her dark eyes held the grace of willows."
Like a phoenix perched on a spring branch, turning back to gaze at the fairy returning.
As soon as the prince finished reciting his poem, everyone around him clapped and cheered.
After all, being able to be the leader among this group of spoiled brats, the young master's talent must be quite impressive.
Although these poems are relatively simple and easy to understand, they are not exactly groundbreaking works.
But in the eyes of these pretentious young masters, they were already far superior to the likes of martial arts practitioners.
After all, in their minds, a boorish brute in such a situation would probably say the most, "Me too!"
As soon as the two finished composing their poems, all the spoiled rich kids around them turned their attention to Wei Changxuan.
At this moment, everyone was secretly sneering. In their eyes,
With these two poems praising Fu Xiang's beauty already in front of him, Wei Changxuan simply couldn't come up with any decent poems.
"Brother Wei, it's your turn! Why don't you show us what you've got?"
The prince looked at Wei Changxuan, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned up, his tone clearly provocative.
At this moment, Fu Xiang also looked at Wei Changxuan with great interest.
Although she had already decided that no matter what, she would make Wei Changxuan stay tonight.
But she was also genuinely curious about what was so special about the person the princess had taken a liking to.
"Although everyone has contributed poems, to be honest, these two poems, at first glance, are full of lavish praise."
But in reality, they were all superficial and vulgar praises.
How can one possibly capture even a tenth of Fu Xiang's beauty!
As soon as Wei Changxuan finished speaking, the spoiled rich kids present immediately showed anger on their faces.
What do you mean by saying that their poems are vulgar and fail to capture the beauty of the Floating Fragrance Maiden?
Then let's see you write a poem!
"It seems Brother Wei is very confident in himself!"
I hope that Brother Wei's talent is as strong as the guards beside you!
Otherwise, Brother Wei would just be making a fool of himself!
The crown prince's face darkened, and his tone was clearly filled with anger.
After all, it's hard for anyone to feel good when their painstakingly crafted verses are dismissed as worthless.
Moreover, Wei Changxuan was already at odds with them.
"Since you really want to experience this, then I, this young master, will show you what true poetry is!"
Wei Changxuan turned around, his back to everyone, and looked up at the sky, his tone filled with arrogance.
Get the hell out of my way, I'm about to earn some shock points (show off)...
Chapter 17 The Shock of the Crowd: Poetry Overwhelms Everyone!
Inside the warm pavilion, the second-generation rich kids present couldn't help but laugh out loud when they heard Wei Changxuan's words.
It's laughable that a crude and uncouth brute would try to imitate those talented scholars and show off in front of others.
If it weren't for Wei Changxuan's status, some people would probably have directly mocked and insulted him.
However, these second-generation rich kids in front of them also had sneers on their lips, looking like they were ready to laugh at them.
At this moment, Fu Xiang looked at Wei Changxuan's back and began to ponder.
After all, no matter how you look at Wei Changxuan, he doesn't seem like someone who doesn't know when to advance or retreat.
Surely a man who is specifically chosen and valued by the princess must have more than just this much ability!
At this moment, a sense of curiosity also arose in Fu Xiang's heart.
"Clouds remind me of her clothes, flowers of her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, heavy with dew."
The moment Wei Changxuan uttered the first line, the atmosphere in the entire warm pavilion froze.
"This sentence seems interesting!"
Upon hearing Wei Changxuan's first sentence, the Crown Prince frowned slightly.
The first two lines of the poem alone are enough to completely outshine all their other poems.
At this moment, Fu Xiang, upon hearing Wei Changxuan's words, also showed a hint of surprise on her fair and delicate face.
These two lines alone are enough to convey the unparalleled beauty of the woman in the poem.
These two lines alone are enough to completely outshine the poems of the Crown Prince and Zhang Yi.
However, this was not the end of it. Wei Changxuan turned around and looked at everyone present.
Then he smiled calmly at Fu Xiang.
"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."
boom!
As Wei Changxuan uttered his last two sentences, the entire warm pavilion fell silent instantly.
Everyone present was shocked!
Zhang Yi stiffly repeated Wei Changxuan's poem.
"Clouds resemble her clothes, flowers resemble her face; the spring breeze caresses the balustrade, and the dew is heavy."
"If we don't meet atop Mount Qunyu, we'll meet beneath the moon on the Jade Terrace!"
This poem is a complete rip-off of their poetry!