My system is three thousand years ahead of schedule

Inside the Jade Pavilion.

Everyone's eyes have fallen on Cheng Guang.

Wen Qinghe's face was stiff, stagnant in place, not knowing what to do.

He was afraid of offending Cheng Guang again and being beaten up. When everyone was expecting Cheng Guang to respond, he shrank his head and did not dare to participate in the matter.

He was the cause of this incident. If it hadn't been for him asking the maid Hong Zhu who the author of the poem was, he would not have pushed the prince to such a place of public criticism.

If the prince really wants to pursue the case, he will definitely not get any good results.

Wen Qinghe was really afraid that the prince would be angry and take his anger out on him, so he simply followed his heart and found a corner to hide.

However, like everyone else, he looked at Cheng Guang curiously.

I wonder how Cheng Guang will respond.

Obviously, in Wen Qinghe's opinion, this poem was obviously not something that the prince could write, and he didn't know where he bought it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the prince wanted to buy another poem of the same level and get by, which was as difficult as going to heaven.

The crown prince currently has only two options, either to decisively give up Bai Shuxuan as the courtesan and retire sadly.

Or just admit it shamelessly, enter the oiran's room with peace of mind, and enjoy the pleasure of having sex under the glare of everyone's gnashing teeth.

However, if this happens, the romantic incident will definitely spread throughout Kyoto the next day, and the prince's reputation will be ruined.

Wen Qinghe could already imagine how much headache the prince had now. If the prince had a headache, there was a high probability that he, the triggerman, would not have an easy end.

If things continue to develop like this, the situation may get out of hand.

Immediately, Wen Qinghe decided to help the prince to restore his image in the prince's mind.

Thinking of this, Wen Qinghe spoke loudly in the crowd: "I believe this poem was written by the Crown Prince. Miss Bai, since you also believe that this poem was written by the Crown Prince, why bother asking the Crown Prince to compose a new poem to prove himself? .”

As soon as Wen Qinghe said this, he attracted the attention of many people.

They did not expect that Wen Qinghe would turn into a loser so quickly and decisively switch sides.

When Bai Shuxuan heard Wen Qinghe's words, he was obviously stunned, and then he pretended to be gentle and spoke.

"Whatever this young master said, with his status as the prince, there is no need to explain his actions to others, and there is no need to prove it to anyone."

"It's just that Young Master Wen just didn't believe that no one here could compose the poems that the Crown Prince presented. I just said this to convince everyone of the Crown Prince."

"Of course, all this depends on the crown prince. If he doesn't want to write another poem, the little girl will naturally have nothing to say."

After Bai Shuxuan finished speaking, he remained silent.

But Wen Qinghe had cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He wanted to scold his mother. He originally wanted to speak for the prince, but why did the target suddenly fall on him again.

Wen Qinghe didn't know what to say, so he shrank his head silently and retreated into the crowd.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly, and their eyes fell on Cheng Guang who was sitting in the balcony on the top floor.

There was a smile on Cheng Guang's lips, but there was more interest in his eyes. He stood up, stroking his hands and said, "Okay, don't you just want me to write another poem to prove whether this poem was written by me?"

As soon as Cheng Guang said these words, many people downstairs became frightened.

"Where is the prince? How dare we doubt the prince?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, since you came up with this poem, it was written by you."

"No need to prove, no need to prove, how can we deserve it!"

The most they dare to do is whisper verbally. If the prince really wants to be serious, none of them here will end up well.

Looking at the accordion on the top floor, the noble figure had a faint smile on his face, with no expression of joy, anger or sorrow. Everyone present felt their hearts beat slightly, and an unspeakable chill spread from the soles of their feet.

This nobleman stood at the top of the Zhou Dynasty's power. He was just an oiran. If he wanted to, he could just grab it.

Now that I have written a fake poem and competed with them, I have already given them face.

After thinking about this, many people couldn't help but shrink their heads, lowered their heads, and pretended to read, fearing that the prince who was riding a tiger at this time would find them displeased and cause trouble for them.

Cheng Guang's long hair fell down, and his eyes did not change at all.

He stood on the railing on the top floor and spoke slowly.

"However, you are right about one thing. This poem was indeed not written by me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes focused on him again.

Including the maid in red, and the always elegant and dignified Bai Shuxuan behind the screen.

The reaction of the maid in red was okay, but her smile was just a little stiffer. On the other hand, Bai Shuxuan, who was behind the screen, paused slightly and stood up in disbelief.

It seemed that the next moment, he would rush out from behind the screen.

Bai Shuxuan was completely stunned. She couldn't understand why Cheng Guang would directly admit that the poem was not written by him. ?

Don't care about face?

Or……

Already given up on her?

Doesn't the prince not want her? ?

Bai Shuxuan couldn't understand, and at the same time he felt regretful.

Did her plan go too far and put Cheng Guang in a difficult situation, so he decisively gave up on her and planned to leave?

She planned to raise fish, but she did not intend to raise the fish directly to death.

Bai Shuxuan was anxious in his heart, and his beautiful eyes, which were usually calm, were now extremely panicked.

Not only Bai Shuxuan was flustered at this time, but Wen Qinghe in the crowd was also a little flustered. The prince actually admitted it. Isn't this his style?

When has the prince ever bowed his head to others?

For a moment, Wen Qinghe had a bad premonition, but now he had no way to leave the scene directly, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to look at Cheng Guang.

At this moment, under the attention of thousands of people in the stadium, Cheng Guang stood on the railing, with his hands behind his back, his brocade robe fluttering, and he smiled.

"After all, that poem is so rubbish. If I had written it, I would probably be hit with a stone and killed."

As soon as these words came out, the originally silent Jade Pavilion became even quieter.

The air was completely frozen.

Many people stared at Cheng Guang with slightly widened eyes, unable to say anything.

Is this poem too rubbish? ?

This is a poem that even masters and great Confucians may not be able to write.

Such a good article, and you actually call it rubbish? ? ?

Even though Cheng Guang was the crown prince, these words still made everyone look at him with incredulous expressions. They all looked at Cheng Guang with many inexplicable meanings besides respect.

Or you think Cheng Guang is talking nonsense.

Or he felt that Cheng Guang was forcibly belittling the poems he had just produced in order to exalt his talent and act like a fat man.

Although everyone in the audience did not dare to talk anymore, it could be seen from their eyes and expressions that they did not believe what Cheng Guang said.

If the poem just now was rubbish, there wouldn't be many poems in the world that were good.

Especially some academy students, their eyes widened, and their foreheads turned red with anger when they heard Cheng Guang's words.

Because the poems that Cheng Guang said were rubbish were poems that they might not be able to compose in their lifetime.

Poems that they may not be able to compose in their lifetime have become garbage in Cheng Guang's mouth...

This is too insulting.

In the central room of Jade Pavilion.

Bai Shuxuan was surprised when he heard Cheng Guang's words.

I didn't expect that Cheng Guang would comment on his poems like this. He felt a little more contemptuous, but his face remained calm.

"Your Majesty, you are so talented that you naturally abandon poems that you are dissatisfied with. No matter what, today the young lady only chooses the Crown Prince. How about the Crown Prince and the young lady stay up late at night to read and discuss the art of poetry in detail?"

Behind the screen, Bai Shuxuan spoke softly. The fringed dress on her body clung to her delicate body and swayed slightly due to the draft. Her demeanor looked quite delicate and charming.

Obviously he was trying to please Cheng Guang.

She was really afraid that Cheng Guang would break the jar and leave directly without caring about her as an courtesan.

If this is the case, what is the significance of her previous layout?

Bai Shuxuan wanted to end it, and everyone in the audience also wanted to end it, and quickly agreed.

But Cheng Guang didn't react much to the crowd's echoes.

Bai Shu announced a good move in order to make me lose face in front of everyone, so as to increase her own worth and at the same time expose my dilemma of not having much talent and having to pretend.

At this time, he was afraid that I would leave directly, so he took the initiative to try to win over me.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't say these words until the end.

Cheng Guang's thoughts were surging in his heart, but he did not continue to speak, as he no longer wanted to argue with these people.

At this moment, Qiao Songshan couldn't sit still. These people actually said that to his boss!

He just sat next to him and saw that in addition to the poem Wang Liming, the boss also wrote many poems!

Even if he doesn't understand whether poems are good or bad, he still thinks that the poems written by his boss are very good.

Immediately, Qiao Songshan stood up and said in a fierce voice: "My boss has written a lot of poems!"

"You are so ignorant, that poem just now is nothing!"

"I will read the poem written by the boss to you people!"

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