#93 - I am Wei Changtian
Chapter 93 I Am Wei Changtian
A poem worth a thousand gold!
Upon hearing these words, not only was Peng Benzhi dumbfounded, Su Yu was dumbfounded, and the crowd of onlookers was dumbfounded, but even Liang Zhen frowned and looked at Song Zhengming.
The latter, as a great scholar known throughout Luzhou, did not panic at all in the face of this situation, and continued to say to Su Yu with a serious face:
“Girl, this poem was written by me just now with feeling. If you think it is worth a thousand gold, then please fulfill Young Master Peng’s wish.”
“If you don’t think so, just pretend I never said it.”
“This…”
Su Yu had never seen this kind of situation before, and opened her small mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
After all, poetry is not like buying vegetables, where you can weigh it by the catty and the amount of money is the amount of money.
Song Zhengming said that his poem was worth a thousand gold, but no matter whether the poem was good or not, it couldn't be sold!
She didn't know how to deal with it, but others didn't mind the excitement and soon someone said excitedly:
“Master Song! Then please take out the poem first!”
“Yes! Let us also listen, so we can help Miss Su Yu judge how much this poem is worth!”
“In any case, it would be a great story to have Master Song write a poem for such a grand event!”
“…”
The sound of booing instantly became a chorus. Song Zhengming didn't dawdle, and turned around to hand the poem to Peng Benzhi, who hadn't recovered yet.
“Young Master Peng, please give this poem to Miss Su Yu.”
“Gudu…”
Peng Benzhi's Adam's apple wriggled twice. He opened the paper tremblingly and took a look. His face immediately turned from white to red, and his expression became more and more excited.
He clutched the rice paper tightly as if he had obtained some rare treasure, and after reading it over and over again several times, he looked at Song Zhengming with gratitude.
“Master Song, Master Song… You, you really gave me this poem?”
Song Zhengming flicked his sleeves and sat down calmly: “A gentleman’s word is as good as a bronze chariot drawn by four horses.”
“Thank you, Master Song, for the poem!”
Amidst countless impatient gazes, Peng Benzhi first bowed deeply to Song Zhengming, then straightened his body, scanned the surroundings with his eyes, and finally fixed his gaze on Su Yu.
Compared to his lost soul just now, his current state was as excited as if he had drunk five cans of Red Bull and a bottle of Fengyoujing.
“Miss Su Yu, everyone! Please listen to this poem!”
The stage and the audience were instantly silent, with only Peng Benzhi's trembling and high-pitched voice echoing in it.
“The last red petals fall, and then the fragrance begins to bloom.”
“Its beautiful name is called the King of Flowers.”
“Competing to boast of unparalleled beauty in the world.”
“Monopolizing the world… the first fragrance!”
“…”
After the poem ended, the entire audience paused for a moment.
“Good poem!”
Someone took the lead in shouting, and the echoing voices quickly became a chorus.
“Indeed!”
“Monopolizing the first fragrance in the world… Miss Su Yu may be able to become famous all over the world with this sentence, just like the Willow Poem in the capital!”
“This sentence is indeed wonderful!”
To say how exquisite this poem is, enough to be passed down for hundreds of years… Of course, it is not to that extent.
But to be fair, it fits the scene tonight very well.
More importantly, the entire poem uses peonies to compare people, calling Su Yu the “First Fragrance in the World”, which is considered to have flattered her to a very high position, which is particularly attractive to courtesans.
Judging from Su Yu's current excited appearance, this woman may really change her mind and choose Peng Benzhi because of this poem.
…
As Wei Changtian expected, Su Yu was indeed very conflicted at the moment.
She could tell that Liang Zhen's identity was extraordinary, but the temptation of this poem was indeed a bit too great.
A poem worth a thousand gold, just the story of this will definitely become a good story.
What's more, this poem greatly praised herself.
For a red card like Su Yu, it is no longer so important how much money she earns. What is more important is to create a good reputation for herself.
Only when her reputation is greater will the sons of those famous families be interested in redeeming her, so that she can completely get rid of this smoky place and return to normal life.
Thinking of this, Su Yu finally opened her mouth and said:
“Thank you Master Song, Young Master Peng, for the poem… I like it very much.”
“To be honest, since I heard the 'Clouds want clothes and flowers want faces' a while ago, I have been dreaming that one day I can also get such a good poem that will be passed down to future generations.”
“I didn’t expect that my wish would come true today…”
Her words actually had a bit of commercial flattery.
Although this “Monopolizing the First Fragrance in the World” is good, everyone knows in their hearts that the gap between it and the “Clouds want clothes and flowers want faces” written by Yang Liu is very large.
It's even completely two different levels.
However, no one would jump out to sing a different tune in this situation. Instead, Song Zhengming himself suddenly darkened his face after hearing this.
“Humph! Don’t compare my poem with that poem!”
“A heinous person who personally killed the current prime minister, no matter how well he writes poetry, he is still talented but without virtue!”
Damn it, can I get shot even with this?
Wei Changtian was speechless for a while, while Yang Liu, who was also mentioned, covered her mouth and smiled secretly.
“Young Master, it seems that this Layman Song is probably on the Liu family’s side.”
“Of course I know.”
Wei Changtian rolled his eyes, while Su Yu on the stage was a bit embarrassed at the moment.
She lowered her head in embarrassment and said, “I misspoke,” and then looked at Liang Zhen again.
“Lord Liang, thank you for thinking so highly of me…”
Listening to this, she has already decided to choose Peng Benzhi and is ready to apologize to Liang Zhen.
Liang Zhen's face was naturally very ugly, and the fat county magistrate was even more anxious.
But the two of them couldn't say anything at this time. After all, they couldn't force a weak woman in front of everyone.
However, Wei Changtian was different.
He was already holding back his anger, and he also wanted to do Liang Zhen a favor, so he immediately interrupted:
“Wait a minute! Is this broken poem worth a thousand gold?”
Boom!
Just like lighting a powder keg, there was an uproar in the embroidered building.
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has risen. Everyone present only felt that what happened tonight was more exciting than watching a play.
“Isn’t this the young master who rejected Miss Su Yu before?”
“Yes, I remember his surname is Wei. He should have come with that Lord Liang.”
“He dares to refute Master Song’s face like this. I wonder what his background is?”
“Hehe, we're just watching the show…”
“…”
Amidst a noisy sound, Su Yu didn't know what to do again.
Song Zhengming was stunned for a moment, then stared at Wei Changtian and shouted in a deep voice:
“Young Master, Miss Su Yu will naturally judge how much my poem is worth. It’s not your turn to point fingers here!”
“With such rude behavior, didn’t your lord teach you manners?!”
These words were very impolite. Of course, Wei Changtian would not indulge him. He sneered and directly retorted:
“If I didn’t want to cause trouble now, based on your last sentence alone, your head would have been moved by now.”
“You!”
Song Zhengming had never seen such a rude person before. He was so angry that his tone was a little trembling: “You, who are you?!”
“Layman Song, you just scolded me.”
Wei Changtian curled his lips with sarcasm.
“I am the heinous person who killed the prime minister.”
“The Wei family of the capital, Wei Changtian.”
