112: Copy my poems, cheat
Changsun Qi waved his hand with a beaming smile, saying, “Everyone, there’s no need to be polite. Just eat and drink to your heart’s content tonight.”
He then looked at Xie Weilou, Yan Junlin, and Yan Wuhai, bowing and saying, “This Prince, This Prince, and Young Lord Xie attending this old man’s birthday banquet truly brings glory to the Changsun family. This old man thanks all three of you.”
Yan Junlin quickly said, “This Prince came uninvited to Grandfather Changsun’s birthday celebration this time. I hope you can forgive me.”
“Hahaha! It is this old man’s honor that This Prince could come.”
Changsun Qi laughed heartily.
Yan Wuhai smiled and said, “Today is your birthday banquet, Grandfather. You are the birthday star! If you don’t take your seat, we won’t feel comfortable!”
“Alright, alright, alright.”
Changsun Qi walked forward with a smile. After he sat down, everyone else followed suit.
Clap, clap!
Changsun Ming clapped softly.
A group of musicians and dancers entered the main hall and walked towards a prepared red stage.
“Hmm?”
When Yan Wuhai saw one of the dancers, a sinister glint appeared deep in his eyes.
This dancer was from Wuya Pavilion, but he hadn't arranged for her to come this time.
Thinking of this, he poured a cup of wine and gently swirled it.
His bodyguard stood up straight, subtly gripping his long sword, his gaze sharp as he watched the dancers and musicians.
“Let the banquet begin!”
Changsun Ming announced loudly.
Music began to play.
The dancers gracefully swayed, their skirts fluttering, revealing their fair, beautiful legs. Their waists were slender, their figures graceful, and the silk ribbons in their hands swayed, carrying wafts of fragrance.
“……”
Xie Weilou stared at the dancers, his smile widening.
“He really is a good-for-nothing.”
Miss Grandson Zhirou looked at Xie Weilou, a hint of disdain appearing deep in her eyes.
Yan Wuhai glanced at Xie Weilou, then looked at Yan Junlin.
Yan Junlin, at this moment, was also staring at the dancers like Xie Weilou, his smile equally wide. One might have thought he was captivated by the beauty’s posture.
“His doing?”
Yan Wuhai stared at Yan Junlin, his expression somewhat grim.
Yan Junlin instantly looked at Yan Wuhai and asked with a beaming smile, “Second Brother, you don’t look well. What’s wrong?”
“……”
Yan Wuhai averted his gaze and quietly savored his wine.
“Hehe!”
Yan Junlin’s smile was playful. There would be a good show tonight!
Changsun Qi looked at Xie Weilou and asked, “Young Lord, I heard your engagement with Mu Xue has been broken. Are you currently unbetrothed?”
“……”
Su Muxue was in the midst of sipping her wine. Upon hearing Changsun Qi’s words, she subconsciously tightened her grip on the wine cup, her expression a little unnatural.
Xie Weilou was staring at the beauties when he heard Changsun Qi speak to him. He asked in surprise, “What does Grandfather Changsun mean by that?”
Changsun Qi smiled and said, “Coincidentally, my granddaughter Miss Grandson Zhirou is also unbetrothed. What do you think of her, Young Lord?”
These words stunned everyone present. What did Grandfather Changsun mean by this?
As far as they knew, the Changsun family intended for Miss Grandson Zhirou to become Yan Wuhai’s concubine. Did Changsun Qi’s words at this moment hold some deeper meaning?
“……”
Miss Grandson Zhirou subconsciously clenched her fists, her expression somewhat unsightly.
Su Muxue gazed at Xie Weilou, then gave a self-deprecating smile.
Xie Weilou paused for a second, then smiled and said, “Miss Changsun is naturally excellent. She is proficient in poetry, song, zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Moreover, she is beautiful, and her martial arts talent is also remarkable… ”
Changsun Qi’s smile deepened, “Then does Young Lord have any other thoughts?”
Xie Weilou said in surprise, “Grandfather, you’re not planning to marry Miss Changsun to me, are you?”
Changsun Qi retorted, “If so, what do you think, Young Lord?”
He wanted to see if Xie Weilou’s reputation for being lustful was true or false.
Xie Weilou stared at Miss Grandson Zhirou, his eyes lighting up, “This Young Master is exceptionally talented, naturally he and Miss Changsun… ”
“Wait!”
Just then, a voice rang out, directly interrupting Xie Weilou’s words.
Changsun Qi’s expression was somewhat displeased. Which ill-mannered fellow was interjecting?
He looked towards the main entrance, only to see Yan Zhiche walking in with an elegant middle-aged man.
Yan Wuhai looked at Yan Zhiche, raising an eyebrow. How were the Changsun family’s guards doing their job? They actually let this clown in again.
Yan Zhiche hurried forward and quickly said to Changsun Qi, “Grandfather Changsun, you must not! How can Xie Weilou, a fraud who deceives the world, be worthy of Miss Changsun?”
Bang!
Yan Junlin squeezed hard, and the wine cup in his hand instantly shattered into powder. He stared coldly at Yan Zhiche. Did this fellow truly not know how to value his life?
Yan Zhiche seemed to not notice Yan Junlin’s gaze.
Changsun Qi ignored Yan Zhiche, “What do you mean, Second Young Master Yan?”
Yan Zhiche stood up straight and said to Changsun Qi with a serious expression, “Grandfather Changsun, Xie Weilou is just a fraud who deceives the world. All his so-called talent is fake.”
Changsun Qi said indifferently, “You came here just to say that?”
Yan Zhiche immediately said, “The few poems Xie Weilou wrote before were actually all plagiarized by him. One of them was actually written by my friend.”
Everyone present immediately became interested. Their gazes fell on the middle-aged man, feeling that what was about to happen would be very interesting.
“Oh?”
Changsun Qi was also a little surprised.
Yan Zhiche couldn’t help but look at the middle-aged man beside him.
The middle-aged man took a step forward. He looked at Xie Weilou and said with a complex expression, “Young Lord Xie, you plagiarized my poem and used my poem to deceive people, yet you didn’t even tell me. Is that appropriate?”
Xie Weilou stared at the middle-aged man and smiled calmly, “May I ask who this is?”
The middle-aged man cupped his fists slightly and said with a serious expression, “I am the Mad Poet of Lanling, Fang Ruhui!”
“I haven’t heard your name, but since you say This Young Master plagiarized your poem, then tell me, which one of your poems did This Young Master plagiarize? Also, I must tell you something: This Young Master also has a bit of a temper. If you don’t give an explanation today, you will die!”
Xie Weilou said indifferently.
Yan Junlin said with a sinister tone, “Exactly! Slanderers must be beheaded!”
Fang Ruhui’s heart tightened upon hearing this. He said in a deep voice, “I am not slandering. The poem Young Lord Xie wrote in White Jade Capital was indeed plagiarized from my ‘Mad Poem Solo Recitation’: ‘In the world, White Jade Capital, twelve towers and five cities. Immortals stroke my head, and I receive eternal life with bound hair.’ This was written by me during my travels in Eastern Zhou when I was young, and because of this poem, I was called the Mad Poet!”
“This… it sounds somewhat plausible. This person claims to be the Mad Poet, and this poem is indeed not simple. Only an utterly mad person could write it.”
“Did Young Lord Xie really plagiarize?”
“It shouldn’t be! What kind of person is Young Lord Xie? How could he casually plagiarize?”
Those around them pretended to be shocked as they looked at Xie Weilou.
Fang Ruhui stared at Xie Weilou and said in a deep voice, “May I ask, Young Lord, how do you explain this matter?”
Xie Weilou chuckled, “Since you say this poem is yours and you call yourself a mad poet, then I’m very curious: is this your only masterpiece, or do you have many? If you have more, you could take this opportunity to share them with everyone.”
Fang Ruhui sighed, “I have written countless poems, but only this one can be called a timeless masterpiece. I just didn’t expect it to be taken over by Young Lord Xie.”
Xie Weilou smiled and said, “Then do you know that the author of this poem is Sword Immortal Li Taibai? If This Young Master plagiarizes the Sword Immortal’s poem, I must use the word ‘plagiarize’. On the contrary, you directly claimed the Sword Immortal’s poem as your own. Are you not afraid of the Sword Immortal coming to your door?”
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