87: Uneducated and a playboy?

“Write a poem for White Jade Capital?”

Xie Weilou looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman, a meaningful smile on his face.

Yan Ruyu was on the seventh floor; from couplets to poetry, was this another test?

But what did This Young Master fear from a test?

Wasn't it normal for a man to have a certain strength?

The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled enchantingly: “That’s right! If Young Lord Xie, with his exceptional talent, can compose a timeless masterpiece for my White Jade Capital, then you may choose any lady in the building.”

“Anyone can be chosen?”

Xie Weilou stared at the middle-aged beautiful woman, a hint of appreciation in his eyes; an older woman, full of charm, the spirit of Cao Cao lived on.

The middle-aged beautiful woman thought Xie Weilou was staring at her, and she couldn't help but smile coquettishly, her chest rising and falling, full of charm: “Anyone at all!”

Xie Weilou asked seriously: “Your building’s Madam should be very beautiful too, can I choose her to accompany me?”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged beautiful woman’s expression froze. She paused for a second, not daring to say more. This fellow was bold; he actually wanted the Madam to accompany him for a drink? Was he looking for death?

“If you can truly compose a masterpiece that satisfies me, what’s wrong with having a drink with you?”

From upstairs, a clear, cold voice drifted down.

“Heh! It seems This Young Master will get to admire the Madam’s grace today.”

Xie Weilou said with a beaming smile.

“Today, Young Lord Xie will compose a poem for my White Jade Capital. Everyone, welcome him!”

The clear, cold voice from upstairs rang out again, echoing throughout the entire building.

“……”

The guests in the building looked over, their expressions somewhat strange.

Those who came here were either rich or noble, and naturally knew of Xie Weilou’s reputation. Some were even children of powerful families, and they now wore playful smiles.

“Hahahaha! I didn’t expect Young Lord Xie to be here, and he’s even going to write a poem. I’m quite looking forward to it!”

From a room on the third floor, a young man in a blue robe, holding a folding fan, walked out, his smile full of mockery.

Beside him were several other young people.

“Duke Su’s grandson, Situ Yun!”

Zhang Long and the others looked at this young man, their expressions thoughtful. Duke Su was an old official of Great Xia, with an extraordinary status.

Situ Yun looked at Xie Weilou and said with a playful smile: “Young Lord Xie is exceptionally talented. Previously, he composed several masterpieces in the Plum Garden, astonishing everyone. This time, he will surely produce an excellent poem!”

At this moment, his heart was filled with disdain.

He heard that the masterpieces Xie Weilou presented at the Plum Garden were all prepared in advance, essentially confirming they were plagiarized.

This time, the Madam of White Jade Capital suddenly asked Xie Weilou to compose a poem. He was unprepared, so how could he produce any masterpiece?

He was probably going to make a fool of himself!

“That’s right, Young Lord Xie is incredibly talented and learned. He will definitely create a timeless work for White Jade Capital.”

“We look forward to Young Lord Xie’s masterpiece. With Young Lord Xie’s talent, he certainly won’t disappoint everyone.”

“Everyone, applaud to encourage Young Lord Xie.”

A round of applause broke out, all intended to 'praise to death,' hoping to see Xie Weilou make a fool of himself.

An ignorant fop who plagiarized a few poems, showing off brazenly, pretending to be accomplished when he wasn't, did he really think he had any talent?

When truly asked to display it, he probably wouldn't be able to utter a single word, and would certainly lose all face.

Xie Weilou glanced at the crowd, knowing what they were thinking, and felt a bit of mockery in his heart.

He was indeed not some amazing master of Chinese studies, but writing a few doggerel poems or copying a few famous works was not a big problem.

He just had to apologize to those old masters of China.

“Young Lord Xie, you have one incense stick’s time to prepare. Is that enough?”

The clear, cold voice from upstairs rang out again.

“One incense stick, that’s certainly enough!”

Xie Weilou said with a composed expression.

“Someone, prepare paper and brush.”

The middle-aged beautiful woman immediately waved her hand.

Soon, a charming girl brought up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

“……”

Xie Weilou picked up the paper and brush, his expression thoughtful.

Everyone watched with playful expressions, but didn't interrupt. They wanted to see if Xie Weilou could really compose any verses. Nine times out of ten, he would make a fool of himself.

Zhang Long and the others stared at Xie Weilou. It was true that Young Lord Xie was a fop and loved beautiful women, but Young Lord Xie wasn't ignorant!

At the very least, when they handled cases with Xie Weilou, they could feel his extraordinary nature.

In a flash.

The time for one incense stick was almost up, but Xie Weilou still hadn't started writing.

“Hahahaha! What a waste of anticipation.”

“What’s going on? I heard that in the Plum Garden, Young Lord Xie produced masterpieces as soon as he spoke. Why isn’t he able to now?”

“Because in the Plum Garden, Young Lord Xie had prepared the masterpieces in advance; they were all plagiarized. Now that he hasn’t prepared, he naturally can’t.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. How could the dignified Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor resort to such deceptive tricks?”

Those around them spoke mockingly, their faces filled with expressions of watching a show.

Zhang Long and the others grew a little anxious when they saw Xie Weilou still not moving.

Everyone around them was watching and mocking. If Young Lord Xie didn't show something, this time he would likely become a huge joke.

“Young Lord Xie, do you want me to help you?”

Zhang Long whispered.

Xie Weilou looked at Zhang Long in surprise: “Can you?”

Zhang Long quietly said: “When we brothers visited the House of Spring back then, to appear refined, we deliberately paid an old scholar on the street ten coins to write a few poems. There’s one that hasn’t been used yet…”

Xie Weilou became a little interested: “Read it.”

Zhang Long said earnestly: “A needle forged through a thousand refinements, entering the flower bush, unaware of its depth…”

Xie Weilou’s eyes lit up: “Good poem, it inspires me! But don’t read anymore. Such a masterpiece, it’s best if you keep it to yourself!”

“Uh…”

Zhang Long gave an awkward smile. Was this poem not good? He thought it was very powerful and domineering!

“Young Lord Xie, the time for one incense stick is almost up.”

The middle-aged beautiful woman stared at Xie Weilou with a half-smile. As expected, it was a waste of anticipation; this fellow was no good!

“What’s the hurry? This Young Master just finished thinking!”

Xie Weilou directly picked up the brush and quickly wrote a poem on the paper.

After finishing.

Xie Weilou directly handed the paper to the middle-aged beautiful woman: “This Young Master’s poem is written. You can read it to your Madam.”

“He really wrote it?”

“He must have just written nonsense.”

“How much talent does Xie Weilou have? Don’t I know?”

“……”

Everyone raised an eyebrow, not believing that Xie Weilou could really compose any masterpiece. He must have just written something randomly.

The middle-aged beautiful woman showed surprise. She took the paper, glanced at it, and her expression immediately froze.

“Why is her expression like that? Could Xie Weilou’s poem be very good?”

“That shouldn’t be! What good poem could Xie Weilou, an ignorant, useless fop, write?”

“……”

Everyone raised an eyebrow, looking at the middle-aged beautiful woman with confusion.

The middle-aged beautiful woman was silent for a second, then slowly began to speak: “Such ugly handwriting. I have never seen such ugly handwriting…”

Xie Weilou’s handwriting was truly ugly, worse than a three-year-old child’s!