Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Chu Wen waited until the ink was ground, then reached out for the pen, dipped it in ink and started writing.

In just a dozen breaths, a seven-character quatrain appeared on the paper.

Shopkeeper Wen, who had been watching from the side, felt relieved when he saw Chu Wen write the last word.

Although this poem cannot be said to be amazing, it fits the theme very well and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Sir Zhao, Chu's essay has been completed." Shopkeeper Wen only hoped that Chu would get first place, so he rushed to report.

Upon hearing this, all the scholars looked at Chu Wen. Zhao Dezhu frowned and said indifferently:

"Now that it's written, present it to me."

Chu Wen stood up with a smile and waved to a group of women in the distance, causing a scream. Then he walked towards County Magistrate Zhao with a roll of paper in his hand.

Zhao Dezhu got angry when he saw Chu Wen's dissolute appearance. He thought that he was a man of noble character. It was almost as if his character was in trouble. He glared at Chu Wen fiercely and reached out to grab the paper roll.

When I opened it, I saw the following words:

"There are wild flowers beside Lingxi Bridge, and willows on both sides are dancing with green buds."

"The swallows that once flew in front of the royal court now fly into the homes of ordinary people."

After reading it, Zhao Dezhu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

At first glance, this poem does not seem to be anything amazing; it simply describes the surrounding scenery, and the words used are very simple, not gorgeous.

But if you think about it carefully, you will realize that the world has changed a lot.

On the surface, he was describing the scenery, but in fact he was writing about the historical changes and the turnover of personnel.

Especially the second stanza, which uses a swallow to show the vicissitudes of life and the fleeting glory from a small perspective, revealing the truth that no matter how prominent or glorious one is, it will eventually be washed away by time and return to being ordinary and commonplace.

Looking at the first verse again, I realize that no matter how the world changes, the heaven and earth will never change, the flowers will still bloom, and the willows will still be green.

The more Zhao Dezhu thought about it, the more he liked it.

Such philosophical poems were actually written by a young boy, and he did it effortlessly. He is truly a genius!

He couldn't praise the little thief who had corrupted his daughter in person, so he just frowned and handed the paper to Dean Wu who was standing beside him.

After reading it, Dean Wu fell into deep thought. He said nothing and had the same expression as County Magistrate Zhao.

This made Marin and a group of women in the distance very anxious.

Ma Lin was afraid that Chu Wen would write well.

The woman was afraid that Chu's writing was poor.

Ma Lin saw that Dean Wu and County Magistrate Zhao had stern faces and said nothing after reading the document, without making any comments.

I thought to myself, could it be that this poem is extremely bad?

He was very curious and said:

"I wonder what masterpieces the famous Feng Yin hermit has, why don't you read them out to let everyone enjoy them?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent, and the group of women in the distance also quieted down.

Chu Wen smiled and went straight back to his seat.

If Liu Yuxi's famous works throughout the ages, as teaching materials printed in Chinese textbooks, still cannot pass the test, we can only blame these people for being like wild boars that cannot appreciate fine bran.

Dean Wu saw that everyone was looking at him, and he could only read:

"Beside Lingxi Bridge, there are wild grass and flowers, and on the bank, there are willows with green buds. The swallows that used to fly in front of the mansions of the wealthy and the wealthy now fly into the homes of ordinary people."

As soon as he finished reading it, the women in the distance started to make a commotion.

Chu Wen’s fans are all women who are well-versed in poetry and literature. Those who cannot read a single word cannot become fans of a poet.

As they discussed, they asked their maids to take notes quickly. It was a noisy scene and they treated the poetry gathering as a temple fair.

Sun Bihe let out a long sigh and smiled sweetly, thinking to herself: You are worthy of being Brother Chu, any poem he writes is so stunning.

After hearing this, only the handsome scholar applauded. The others thought for a moment and then immediately buried their heads in thinking hard, hoping to write a better poem to surpass this one.

Ma Lin is the owner of a calligraphy and painting shop, so he is naturally a knowledgeable man.

After hearing this poem, he was extremely anxious. He thought about it over and over again but could not find any fault with it. He thought to himself:

How could Chu Wen, who was so young, write such profound poems in such a short time? Could it be that the magistrate informed him in advance?

Thinking of this, Marin stood up and said loudly:

"Well, it's well written. Feng Yin Jushi is eloquent and talented. Once this poem is published, how can the students present write other articles?"

After a pause, Ma Lin saw that Magistrate Zhao did not interrupt him, so he quickly raised his hand, pointed to a child on the other side of the stream who was peeling lotus pods and eating them, and said loudly:

"Ma proposed that today's poetry gathering be changed to this scene. I wonder what the county magistrate thinks."

Zhao Dezhu immediately understood Ma Lin's thoughts. Although he disliked his character, this proposal was exactly what he wanted, so he said:

"Okay."

Shopkeeper Wen was so angry that his face turned red. Just as he was about to stand up and speak, he saw Chu Wen picking up his pen and writing:

"The thatched eaves are low and small, and the grass is green on the stream."

"When drunk, the clear voice is charming, whose old man and old woman are white-haired?"

"The eldest son is hoeing beans on the east side of the creek, and the middle son is weaving a chicken coop

"I like the little boy Ma Lin the most, lying by the stream and peeling lotus pods."

After writing, Chu Wen deliberately used a pen to lightly cross out the two words "Ma Lin" so that people could still recognize it, and then wrote the words "playing cheating" below.

Shopkeeper Wen looked at the song Qing Ping Le in disbelief, with a smile on his face growing wider and wider.

After Chu Wen wrote the word "playing tricks", Shopkeeper Wen finally couldn't help laughing. He held his stomach and couldn't stop laughing.

“Hahahahahaha…hahahahahaha…”

Amid the laughter, Chu Wen stood up with the paper roll in his hand, waved to the fans in the distance with a smile, then walked up to the magistrate and handed in his answer sheet.

When Zhao Dezhu saw Chu Wen hand in his answer sheet so quickly, he was shocked before he even looked at it.

It should be noted that among all things in poetry, writing about people is the most difficult. Zhao Dezhu is well-read in poetry and literature, so how could he not know that Ma Lin had no good intentions.

He took the paper and saw nothing unusual at first. But after reading it, he was stunned.

County Magistrate Zhao's face became redder and redder, his facial muscles trembled constantly, and veins on his neck popped out. It was obvious that he was trying to hold back a laugh.

After a few breaths, County Magistrate Zhao couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

In fact, Magistrate Zhao hated Chu Wen just like his father hated Huang Mao.

Although Huangmao is hateful, he is so funny that even the usually rigid Zhao Dezhu can't help himself.

After laughing a few times, County Magistrate Zhao realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly stopped talking and tried hard to suppress his laughter.

County Magistrate Zhao, who had just put on a stern face, couldn't help laughing again when he thought of what was written in the poem.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Dean Wu was extremely curious when he saw that County Magistrate Zhao, who was usually serious, was trying to hold back his laughter so hard that his beard was shaking. He was laughing without caring about his image at all. So he leaned over to him.

When he read the last sentence, he burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahahaha…you are playing tricks, hahahahahaha…”

While smiling, he looked at Marin, then pointed at Chu Wen and nodded a few times.

This Fengyin hermit is hateful, but he is also talented. He can scold people so well.

But even though he was cursing, he also wrote about the pastoral scenery in a sentimental, interesting and penetrating way.

Dean Wu thought to himself: I'd better not mess with this guy. Maybe one day he will write a poem to scold me, and I will be infamous like Marlin for eternity.

Ma Lin was surprised to see Chu Wen present the poem so quickly.

Seeing that County Magistrate Zhao and Dean Wu were just laughing and didn't comment at all, he became even more curious.

Seeing Lord Zhao staring at him with an ambiguous look, he felt uneasy.

Dean Wu laughed and looked at him with strange eyes several times. He couldn't help it and said:

"I wonder if Master Fengyin has any good works. Dean Wu, could you lend me one to take a look?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Dean Wu immediately hid the page behind him, and then said to Marin:

"You can't look at it."

The reason why Dean Wu acted in this way was that he was worried that Marin would tear up the poem.

Although he hated Chu Wen, he knew clearly in his heart that Chu Wen's first two paintings and calligraphy were sold at sky-high prices. After today, his fame would surely rise to a higher level.

Today, these two poems were originally written by Chu Wen, and they must be worth a fortune. Now that they are in my hands, how can Chu Wen have the nerve to take them back?

Even if you don't sell it for money, it's good to take it home to please your wife.

Seeing this, Marin became even more curious and wanted to reach out to take it.

Dean Wu quickly took a step back and said, "I can show it to you, but you can't damage it."

Marin was stunned. Damage? Why would I damage it?

"Don't worry, Dean Wu. I will definitely pay attention."

Dean Wu couldn't be assured, so he said, "You swear first!"

Do I have to swear after reading a poem?

Ma Lin turned to look at Magistrate Zhao, and saw that he was just looking at him with a smile, as if he was enjoying a good show.

He could only helplessly say: "I swear, I will never destroy it."

Dean Wu added: "This is the oath you swore in front of the county magistrate. You can't break it!"

Marin said quickly: "I dare not, I dare not, I will never cheat."

Dean Wu then handed over the song Qing Ping Le with confidence.

The scene just now aroused the curiosity of the scholars. They put down their pens and papers and gathered around.

After a moment, the scholars watching burst into laughter.

Ma Lin's face turned pale, and he squeezed out of the crowd angrily, pointing at Chu Wen and shouting:

"You are a scholar! You actually write crooked poems to insult others! I think you are nothing more than that!"

Children play and peel lotus pods