C24 Poetic Name Begging

The brush was not the famous Xuan State Purple Hair. It was just an ordinary Bunny Hair Brush. In the eyes of those who wrote well, this was only considered as unpopular. However, when the brush was held by Chen Youlan's slender fingers, it seemed to have gained some intelligence. Perhaps this was the meaning of the legendary 'embellishment'.

Chen Youlan was used to writing with her pen. She moved the tip of her brush quickly across the paper, leaving a long trail of black ink. It was the elegant and tidy little boy, looking both pleasant and pleasing to the eye.

Li Xin nodded as he read.

Chen Youlan did not read and write like the old scholar. Instead, he quickly finished writing and then threw the piece of paper with the poem to the maid in an extremely relaxed manner. The maid was put in a difficult position. She quickly carried the piece of paper with both hands, as if she was holding something sacred. She jogged back to Auntie Hu's side, wanting to give the piece of paper to her.

However, Auntie Hu also avoided the paper like snakes and scorpions. Fortunately, she was used to hanging out in the wind and moon arena. Her skin had long been trained to be thicker than a copper wall so she scolded the maid directly: "Why are you giving it to me? Don't know I can't read? Deliberately humiliating my Auntie Hu? Hurry up and read it to Lady Soo! "

The maid immediately returned to her senses and ran up to the attic amidst the laughter of the countless scholars in the shop, carefully handing over Chen Xiaolan's poem to Soo Soo.

At this time, Li Xin understood why the maid's face showed such difficulty in reading Chen Yulan's poem. Since Chen Yulan didn't read it himself, then it was natural for the maid to recite the poem, but she couldn't read it. That was why she asked Auntie Hu for help.

It was the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, and the literacy rate among the people was pitifully low. If a brick was thrown into the street and ten people were killed, he would definitely not be able to recognize a single character. The remaining one could only write his own name: Ding Yi. Of course, there was no other way. The economic foundation decided the superstructure, the people couldn't even eat enough, how could they have the mind to think about reading and the class transition?

While Li Xin was in a daze, Soo Soo who was in the pavilion had already begun reading Chen Youlan's masterpiece. In reality, just as she saw what was written on the paper and even before she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes suddenly lit up like a flickering flame in the night.

Her voice sounded very excited, like a child who had found a treasure and excitedly called out to his friends to come and have a look. She read: "The poem is called The Beggar. I'll see the blue sky this night. Every family begs for the autumn moon, wearing tens of thousands of red silk threads. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall went silent.

Those present were not illiterate. At the very least, they were scholars who could produce one or two perverted poems. Due to their talent, they might not be able to write a good poem for the rest of their lives. However, they were able to determine whether or not a poem was good or bad. This had nothing to do with talent; it was just basic knowledge.

Clearly, Chen Yulan had written a good poem. At this moment, all of the scholars present were dumbfounded. It was as if someone had cut open their chests and was crazily pouring lemon juice into them … Well, there wasn't a fruit like lemon in the Tang Dynasty.

In any case, these fellows were all sour to the extreme. At the same time, they were also moved by this elegant and forceful poem, so they were unable to say any bad words about it. Of course, Li Xin believed that among so many scholars present, there would definitely be some who didn't know what was good for them. However, it was likely that these people wouldn't dare to stand out and be laughed at by others when they saw the shocked expressions of the surrounding students.

"Pa Pa Pa!" Li Xin could only applaud and shout, "Good poem!"

Qin Huaiyu immediately came back to her senses, looking at Chen Yulan beside her with admiration and shouted, "Good poem! Good poem! Brother Chen has indeed just learned from someone else! This little brother admires you! " It wasn't a problem to say that, but when paired with Qin Huaiyu's muscular body, it always gave off a feeling of incongruity.

As these two people shouted, the rest of the people on the scene also applauded, "Good poem! Good poem!" They shouted as well. The atmosphere in the Intoxicated Spring Pavilion became very warm.

Lady Soo Soo was also applauding from the attic. Her smile was very brilliant. She knew that if tonight's poem were to spread, her name would surely be included in this story. When that happened, her name would spread throughout Chang'an, and she would become a renowned courtesan just around the corner. This is the ultimate dream of every whore.

Although Auntie Hu could not read, she understood what was happening. At her Drunken Spring Pavilion's Seven Festival Gala, there was a poem that made everyone praise her endlessly. The heavens were making Drunken Spring Tower burn! As she thought about it, she clapped along with the others, beaming with joy. Her hands were red from clapping.

Chen Xiaolan sat beside Li Xin with a proud expression. Her face was flushed red. She first modestly cupped her hands towards the crowd, then demonstrated with her eyes towards Li Xin and said: "How is it? Still want to compete? Perhaps, it might be better to surrender early! "

Li Xin clapped his hands and laughed, "Don't worry, I haven't done anything yet. I'll think about it after I've written it. Even if it's a bad poem, I still have to randomly write it. This is a competition after all. "

"Hmph." Chen Xiaolan harrumphed. It seemed that she was dissatisfied with Li Xin not admitting defeat and even delusional enough to think he could win against her.

The heated atmosphere caused by this "Begging" lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it gradually subsided. Although Soo Soo had secretly attributed Chen Xiaolan's "Beggar" to tonight's best work, she still had to finish the rest of the poetry meet. She wanted to avoid any gossip about them, saying that they were secretly manipulating the situation in the Intoxicated Spring Pavilion.

She stood in the attic and casually dropped the third ball from tonight.

The same beautifully decorated ball came down from the attic on almost the same track, but the reaction to it was very different from the reaction to its first two brothers.

No one else was fighting for the ball. Everyone tried their best to push the ball away from them, as if there was something wrong with it. In the end, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old youth was unable to push away the embroidered ball. He could only hold the ball in his hands with a blush on his face.

Seeing this, Li Xin silently scolded in his heart, "To be able to learn how to visit brothels at the age of thirteen and fourteen, do you not know what it means to be an intelligent, educated, and disciplined youth in the new century?"

Alright, looking at it from a bystander's perspective, he is only seventeen this year and isn't much older than his opponent.