Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

When Chu Wen approached, the dean of the academy, Wu Zhiping, came up to him warmly and said:

"This must be the famous Feng Yin hermit, I have heard of you for a long time!"

Dean Wu was polite in words, but he was actually cursing her in his heart.

The scratches on his neck had not yet healed, and a hint of anger was faintly visible in his half-closed eyes.

Wu Zhiping just took a concubine last month, and as a result, the song Mulanhuaman became popular throughout Buffalo.

His wife was his cousin. They had known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts, just as described in the Mulanhua slow poem.

It is very important to choose a wife. If you choose the right one, if you cough, she will think you have a cold.

If you marry the wrong person, even if you hang yourself, she will think you are swinging on a swing.

During this period, Dean Wu's family was in chaos and his life was miserable.

What do you mean you don't love me? I'm going to die to show you... I won't eat today, I'll drink arsenic tomorrow, and I'll jump into a well the day after tomorrow...

Wu Zhiping was so angry.

If you want to write poetry, just write it properly. Why write about women's things all the time?

It’s fine if you write about women, but why the hell are you speaking for them!

Are you still a man?

You don’t take a concubine!

He had just been quiet for a few days, but these days his wife is pestering him to buy a swing and plant green plums.

As a result, Dean Wu searched all the carpenters in the city but couldn't buy a swing. The queue for custom-made swings was half a month later.

After asking around, I found out that the hermit Fengyin had written another poem called Dianjiangchun.

Wu Zhiping had no choice but to make a simple swing by himself, and his hands were covered with blisters from rubbing.

I finally asked someone to buy a green plum tree from a distant place, but it died two days after I planted it.

Who the hell would grow green plums in this hot summer?

Green plums are so sour, who the hell would eat them!

What made Dean Wu even angrier was that his wife not only ate the plums herself, but also forced him to eat them, saying that the plums contained memories of their childhood sweethearts and that if he didn't eat them, it meant he didn't love her. This made Dean Wu's teeth so sour.

Spring flowers and autumn moon, homesickness, feasting and drinking, expressing emotions and reminiscing about the past, why don't you write about anything else, but choose those women to write about them? Aren't you making a living by cheating others?

Dean Wu's wife heard that Mr. Feng Yin would also attend this poetry reading, so she arrived earlier than Wu Zhiping.

She was gathered far away with a group of old and young women from the city. Their total number was more than that of the scholars in the academy.

There was a woman who had visited the prison and knew Mr. Feng Yin. When she saw Mr. Feng Yin coming, she hurriedly told people around about him.

As Chu Wen approached, a group of women started screaming, crying and laughing. They were more excited than visiting a temple fair, making the quiet and elegant poetry gathering full of smoke and dust.

But Chu Wen blew a kiss to those women, which caused a huge wave of excitement.

Seeing that Chu Wen's attention was on the woman in the distance, Shopkeeper Wen hurriedly took two steps forward and introduced:

"This is Dean Wu of Qingping Academy."

Chu Wen turned his gaze away from the fans and turned back with a smile on his face: "I've heard a lot about you. Hello, Dean Wu."

Wu Zhiping was speechless. This kid really didn't know any rules. He neither showed courtesy nor modesty. He just said "OK".

Fuck you, I’m not good at all, I’m not good at all!

"I have long heard of the great name of Feng Yin Jushi. Today, you have come to Qingping Academy and it brings honor to our humble academy."

Wu Zhiping was an old scholar after all, and no matter how angry he was, he remained polite and took Chu Wen to find a blanket to sit on.

When the scholars in the room saw Mr. Fengyin coming, they all stopped talking.

All kinds of eyes were focused on Chu Wen, including envy, jealousy, resentment, and so on.

There was only one exception: a handsome scholar, who looked at Chu Wen with stars in his eyes and admiration from beginning to end.

The so-called intellectuals look down on each other, this is the main reason why Chuwen opened up the market with women.

Whenever a writer of some fame discovers someone else's talent, the first thing he thinks about is how the person compares to himself, and the conclusion he often draws is that he is better.

Even if they admit that they are not as skilled as others, they will most likely not admire or worship others, but rather feel jealous and envious.

It’s difficult to expect to make money from them!

As soon as Chu Wen sat down, Ma Lin stood up, smiling, holding a wine cup in his hand, and said loudly:

"Mr. Feng Yin is a man of extraordinary talent, and we are honored to have you here today! We should toast him a glass of wine, and I will drink first to show my respect."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass.

This statement is obviously intended to stir up hatred.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the thirty or so scholars at the scene reluctantly raised their wine glasses and took a sip.

Only the handsome scholar raised his cup and drank it all.

Chu Wen was too lazy to respond to the idiot. He just took a sip from the wine cup with a smile and said nothing.

Instead, Shopkeeper Wen was extremely anxious.

Marin showed this attitude from the beginning, and it is obvious that he will not let Chu Wen go easily. Who knows what kind of trouble he will cause later.

Ma Lin is as cunning as a devil. If he really wants to make things difficult for Chu Wen, how can Chu Wen, who is so young, cope with it?

At this time, Shopkeeper Wen regretted very much bringing Chu Wen to the poetry meeting.

After drinking the cup of wine, the group of scholars withdrew their gazes, each holding calligraphy and paintings, and exchanged them with others.

You praise me a few times, I praise you a few times, you toast me a glass, I show some humility, and we are all having fun.

However, everyone seemed to be distracted and would glance at the two girls by the stream from time to time.

Only the handsome scholar was different. He walked up to Chu Wen with a wine glass in his hand and respectfully toasted Chu Wen, which made Chu Wen look at him with higher regard.

The scholar spoke softly and called himself Li Yong. Chu Wen felt a liking for him and remembered his name.

Except for Li Yong, no other scholars paid any attention to Chu Wen.

Chu Wen was really bored. Apart from having a few drinks with Shopkeeper Wen, he spent most of his time looking at a group of fans in the distance. He found a familiar figure among them.

"The county magistrate has arrived!"

Following the shouts of the yamen runners, a sedan chair slowly stopped by the stream.

The curtain of the sedan chair opened and County Magistrate Zhao Dezhu walked out.

All the scholars in the audience stood up and saluted, and Chu Wen also bowed.

Zhao Dezhu walked out of the sedan chair, found the thief who stole the buns in the crowd, and gave Chu Wen a meaningful look.

During this period of time, his precious daughter had been clamoring to see Brother Chu every day, and his ears were almost blown away by her noise.

Zi Yan hadn't had a proper meal for many days. Even though she was extremely hungry, she only wanted to eat buns, and they had to be from Chengnan Maixiang.

If the servants guarding her were not careful, she would slip out of the county government office. Fortunately, Zhao Dezhu sent people to guard the gate of Fengyinju, and she was caught at the gate several times.

Zhao Dezhu was so angry that he tore off many of his beards, and the incorruptible Lord Zhao even spent money to raise the wall.

As a result, the girl wrote a letter to her grandfather in the capital, saying that he abused her every day, which caused her to be scolded in a letter by her father.

What’s even more infuriating is that my daughter hasn’t eaten steamed buns in the past few days and only eats green plums.

What season is it? The green plums were not ripe at all, but she ate them anyway.

It was so sour that she grimaced and drooled, but she still ate it!

Not only did he eat while sitting on the swing, he also ate while lying on the wall.

Like being possessed by a demon.

The originally obedient daughter seemed like a different person after meeting Chu Wen. How could Lord Zhao not be angry!

Everyone says that this little thief has a noble character and great talent, so I have to praise him.

What's the point of hiding at home and writing a few poems? If I don't vilify him today, how can I vent my anger!

Zhao Dezhu was a man of short temper. His purpose of attending the meeting was to vent his anger. He was too lazy to be polite with these poor people. He went straight to the main seat and sat down. He opened his mouth and said:

"All of us gathered here today are talented people. Since this is a poetry gathering, we should publish some poems. The weather is fine and the scenery is pleasant. Why not use this landscape as a theme to express your thoughts and feelings in writing? Dean Wu and I will judge the poems together. If there are any good works, we will definitely reward them."

This is a routine program for the poetry reading, but there are two differences from the past.

One is that the county magistrate personally judges.

The second is to specify the topic.

This second point was something no one expected.

As per custom, all the scholars had already prepared their articles and poems, waiting to show themselves before the county magistrate.

Unexpectedly, the county magistrate suddenly specified the topic, which made most people look embarrassed.

A group of women in the distance stopped talking after hearing this.

Some people are worried about Feng Yin Jushi, while others want to see his new works.

Only Sun Bihe silently took out the poem Chu Wen gave to Bihe.

She thought to herself: If Brother Chu can't write a suitable poem, I will give this poem to the county magistrate. The lotus leaves in the stream are also a scene, which fits the theme of today.

Shopkeeper Wen had already copied the unsold poem "A Cut Plum" for Chu Wen, hoping that Chu Wen would become famous through the poetry meeting.

Unexpectedly, County Magistrate Zhao did not play by the rules, which made him anxious and he turned to look at Chu Wen.

But Chu Wen was holding the ink stick and had already started to grind the ink calmly.