#197 - Spring Dragon Poetry Contest (II)
“Su Sage! It really is Su Sage!”
“Ah! I never thought I would see the true face of the Poetry Sage in my lifetime! I can die without regrets! Die without regrets!!”
“With Su Sage alone, the literary world of my Great Ning can shine with the sun!”
“Su Sage! This young lady is only sixteen, from a wealthy family, and only asks to be your ink-stone serving maid!”
“Bah! Shameless woman! You’re not worthy!”
“Su Sage! This humble one is only just past forty and is willing to be your page!”
“…”
It must be said that Su Wu’s appeal is truly terrifying.
From the moment he appeared, the clamor by the lake rose wave upon wave, showing no sign of stopping.
However, compared to those terrifying “stalker fans” of his previous life, this group of people can be considered “rational star-chasing”.
Su Wu’s party consisted of only two people, but wherever they went, the crowd parted to make way, with no one rushing up to get close to their idol or ask for an autograph.
And Su Wu indeed had the demeanor of a master, always maintaining a warm smile in the face of the almost frenzied shouts around him, his gestures restrained and steady, perfectly interpreting what it means to have “inner beauty from reading poetry and books”.
This old man has something real.
Wei Changtian judged, then turned his gaze to the young man beside Su Wu.
It was Qin Yu, the disciple of the Poetry Sage, who had composed the poem “The Bright Moon Hangs in the Sky, Waiting for the Monarch” on Yang Liu’s pleasure boat, and then was shocked into absentmindedness by his own poem, “Clouds Reflect Her Clothes, Flowers Her Face”.
Although Qin Yu was previously a retainer of the Liu family, he really didn’t know what the situation was now.
Li Huaizhong didn’t say anything about Su Wu and Qin Yu being involved in the Liu family’s conspiracy.
So, he would just sit and watch what happens.
If this Qin Yu, or even Su Wu, really came for him, then Wei Changtian wouldn’t mind killing another “Sage”.
Anyway, Su Wu wasn’t a cultivator, so he could be killed at will.
As for his ability to write poetry...
What’s the use of writing poetry?
“Splash~”
The small boat carrying half of the Great Ning literary world pushed aside a few lanterns and slowly approached the boats in the heart of the lake.
As Su Wu left the shore and entered the lake, the cheers of the “fans” on the shore finally gradually subsided, turning into small whispers.
“Sister Xu, was that person just now the Poetry Sage? He just looks like a wretched old man!”
Ignoring the angry gazes around her, You Jia pouted, her expression seemingly somewhat disappointed.
Xu Qingwan quickly tugged at her sleeve and whispered, “Keep your voice down, don’t let others hear you.”
“But that’s what I think!”
You Jia tiptoed and looked remotely at the small boat where Wei Changtian was: “Young Master Wei’s poems are also very good, and he’s much more handsome than Su Wu.”
“If you ask me, the title of Poetry Sage should be transferred to Young Master Wei!”
“Sister Xu, don’t you think so?”
“…”
Hearing this, Xu Qingwan agreed a hundred times in her heart, but she was too embarrassed to echo her words, and in the end, she just stammered with a red face:
“I, I don’t know…”
“Haha, Sister Xu, why do you seem like a different person when Young Master Wei is mentioned!”
“No, no…”
You Jia dragged out a long tone: “That’s right, it’s like two different people!”
“…”
Being repeatedly ridiculed by You Jia, Xu Qingwan’s head lowered more and more, her face flushed.
Under such circumstances, she naturally couldn’t notice You Jia’s gaze that occasionally looked in another direction.
That was a temporary high platform by the lake, on which a man in a green robe seemed to be sitting alone.
The man in the green robe also saw You Jia, but only glanced at her before turning his head away.
Such high platforms were not the only one by the lake; most were high-ranking officials and wealthy households who had not received invitations but did not want to miss tonight’s grand occasion.
However, compared to the lively and brightly lit scenes on other high platforms, this one was indeed a bit different.
Who exactly is sitting on this platform? And what is the relationship with You Jia?
Yang Liu hid in the crowd not far away, and several questions popped up in her mind in a row.
But no matter what, one thing can already be determined at the moment.
That is, You Jia definitely harbors unspeakable secrets.
As for whether this secret is good or bad for Wei Changtian, it is not clear for the time being, but…
Young Master said that many people will die tonight.
And You Jia, a female martial artist, suddenly became interested in the literati’s poetry meeting at this time.
In addition to the mysterious figure on that high platform who clearly knew You Jia…
Relying on the sixth sense of a woman, oh no, it should be a fox demon, Yang Liu always felt that You Jia had bad intentions.
Also looking at Wei Changtian on the lake from afar, Yang Liu couldn’t wait to run over and tell the former about her discovery clearly.
But she was afraid of ruining Wei Changtian’s important affairs because of this.
A trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and Yang Liu couldn’t help but anxiously mutter to herself:
“Young Master, you must not be deceived by that fox spirit!”
Wei Changtian was not aware of what Yang Liu, You Jia, and Xu Qingwan, the three girls who had sneaked here without being in the plan, were thinking at this time.
He didn’t even notice the three of them at all, his eyes always fixed on Su Wu.
The highly anticipated small boat slowly floated into the boat group, and finally docked next to Yan Shuyuan’s boat.
Yan Shuyuan wore a white robe, and Su Wu also wore a white robe.
However, at this moment, in comparison, Yan Shuyuan, who was quite immortal-like just now, instantly appeared a bit vulgar.
Regardless of appearance and clothing, this was purely a difference in temperament.
Fortunately, Su Wu didn’t come over to lean together with Wei Changtian, otherwise, in comparison, Wei Changtian would probably be similar to a country bumpkin.
Tsk tsk tsk, that’s why people are called “Sages”.
Wei Changtian shook his head and sighed in his heart, just about to move his gaze away.
However, Qin Yu suddenly leaned over to Su Wu’s ear and quietly said something at this moment, and also pointed in his direction.
Huh?
Confirming the target?
Are they preparing to take revenge?
Wei Changtian frowned with a very petty heart.
And in the next second, he saw Su Wu nodding with a smile, and then actually cupping his hands towards him from afar.
This was the first time Su Wu had taken the initiative to greet someone since his appearance.
In an instant, countless gazes immediately focused over, seemingly wanting to see who on earth had such a big face.
As for Wei Changtian himself… After a brief moment of愣神, he quickly cupped his hands in return from afar.
Whether Su Wu really had good intentions, or was just being polite before acting, he had to fulfill his etiquette.
After three breaths, the two withdrew their hands.
The fairy in the pavilion had disappeared at some point, replaced by an old man in brocade clothes standing among them.
Everyone stopped talking, and even the shore of the lake was quiet.
“The tradition of the Vegetable Picking Festival has been passed down for two days, a pot of wine to relieve the worries of carrying firewood.”
“Let the practice of writing poems with wine begin from now on, so that in future years, the elders can talk about the elegant events.”
As the old man slowly recited the first poem that had been prepared long ago, this year’s Spring Dragon Poetry Meeting in Shuzhou City finally kicked off.
(ps: The Spring Dragon Poetry Meeting plot should be the most complex and difficult to write in this book so far. The plot is complex, there are many characters, and it will take about ten chapters to write, so the titles are simply using one, two, three, four, etc.)
