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88: The prince is mighty and his poems are passed down through the ages
“Pfft!”
“Hahaha! I’m dying of laughter! Is This Young Master’s handwriting really that bad?”
“Handwriting worse than a three-year-old’s, just how bad must it be? I really want to see it.”
“This Young Master is such a grown man, yet he can’t even write?”
Upon hearing this, the people around burst into laughter. If he can’t even write properly, what kind of masterpiece can you expect him to create?
Xie Weilou is going to be greatly humiliated today!
Xie Weilou looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman with a composed expression: “Is This Young Master’s handwriting ugly? That’s just your lack of insight; this is called returning to one’s original simplicity.”
The middle-aged beautiful woman was somewhat speechless. You really have an excuse! Returning to one’s original simplicity shouldn’t be this ugly!
However, she still looked at it carefully, and after finishing, she sighed again in her heart.
This Young Master truly lives up to his reputation as a dissolute son. This poem was indeed written, but it’s not proper!
“What are you standing there for? Hurry up and read This Young Master’s masterpiece to your Pavilion Master!”
Xie Weilou glared at the middle-aged beautiful woman.
The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled faintly, then recited Xie Weilou’s poem: “Night after night, lingering in White Jade Capital, beautiful women’s smiles like stars. Upside-down phoenixes and dragons, people are not drunk, spring and autumn unending, mandarin ducks call.”
“Good!”
“This Young Master is mighty, a good poem to be passed down!”
“This is better than my previous one, more simple and direct, easy to understand.”
Zhang Long and the others immediately cheered, applauding continuously. They could understand this poem, and in their eyes, this was a good poem.
“A good poem? Utterly vulgar!”
The people around sneered repeatedly.
This is White Jade Capital, a place of elegance, a place ordinary people cannot come to.
If it were in an ordinary brothel, Xie Weilou’s poem might make the girls blush a bit.
But in White Jade Capital, bringing out something like this is just making a fool of oneself.
Xie Weilou looked up confidently: “Pavilion Master, how is This Young Master’s poem?”
“Vulgar, you still need more practice!”
A cold voice sounded from upstairs, showing no mercy.
It seemed clear now that Xie Weilou had a little bit of talent, but he could only compose vulgar lines for brothels and taverns, praising women.
It was impossible for him to produce a truly astonishing masterpiece.
“Nonsense, This Young Master’s isn’t bad either.”
Xie Weilou said with an displeased expression.
“……”
The voice from upstairs did not continue, evidently having lost patience.
“Hahaha! This Young Master, not so good, eh! It seems the few masterpieces from Plum Garden earlier were indeed plagiarized.”
Situ Yun laughed loudly, his words filled with even more mockery.
“This Young Master, you still need to practice!”
“Right! Start by practicing writing.”
“If it really doesn’t work, just leave first, copy one, then come back.”
The people around Situ Yun also spoke up, their mockery incessant.
Xie Weilou sneered in his heart. The expressions on these people’s faces made him uncomfortable; he needed to slap them!
“You guys…”
Zhang Long and the others’ expressions were somewhat unsightly.
Xie Weilou stood up and looked at Situ Yun and the others: “Just a bunch of fools. This Young Master was just playing around earlier. Do you really think This Young Master has no strength? Next, I will definitely slap your ugly faces hard.”
Situ Yun’s smile was mocking: “If This Young Master really has that kind of strength, what if I put my face in front of you and let you slap it hard?”
“Exactly! Even if we put our faces in front of you, can you hit us?”
The people around Situ Yun burst into another round of laughter.
“Well said! It seems your faces won’t do without a slap.”
Xie Weilou glanced at everyone.
He then looked upstairs and said faintly: “This Young Master said that all literature in the world is in my hands. I might not be very strong at composing poems, but I can plagiarize one!”
“Oh? If you can really plagiarize one that satisfies me, that’s fine too!”
The voice from upstairs sounded.
The middle-aged beautiful woman reached out towards the paper on the table: “This Young Master, please!”
Xie Weilou casually dropped the brush and slowly began: “In the heavens, White Jade Capital, twelve towers and five cities. Immortals touch my head, receiving eternal life upon coming of age. Ninety-six holy monarchs, floating clouds hanging as empty names…”
The scene instantly fell silent, everyone staring at Xie Weilou with dull expressions.
No, he really knows how?
The middle-aged beautiful woman also stared blankly at Xie Weilou. At this moment, did she dare say Xie Weilou’s poem was not good?
She didn’t dare!
Because she felt this poem was specifically written for White Jade Capital!
Seventh Floor.
“Immortals touch my head, receiving eternal life upon coming of age…”
Yan Ruyu froze for a second, a glint flashing in her eyes. Xie Weilou’s poem was majestic, making her blood surge and a strange fighting spirit rise in her heart.
Nightingale also had a face full of surprise. That dissolute son actually created such a masterpiece? No, it was plagiarized!
However, for this plagiarism to be so fitting for White Jade Capital was truly bizarre. She was more inclined to believe it was Xie Weilou’s own work.
Too bad, it really was copied!
Xie Weilou did not continue reciting, but looked up and asked: “How is this one?”
“Excellent!”
Yan Ruyu gave a two-word evaluation. This poem was very well-suited to White Jade Capital.
White Jade Capital is the number one pavilion in Tianqi, and it just lacked such a majestic masterpiece.
Xie Weilou looked at Situ Yun and the others and asked faintly: “How is it?”
Situ Yun and the others looked unnatural. They hadn’t expected Xie Weilou to actually produce a masterpiece. This was somewhat of a slap in their faces.
Situ Yun slowly said: “It is indeed a masterpiece, but unfortunately, it’s plagiarized!”
“Plagiarized? From whom?”
Xie Weilou retorted.
“……”
Situ Yun’s expression froze. Even if Xie Weilou himself said this poem was plagiarized, he didn’t know who it was plagiarized from.
Xie Weilou said calmly: “Just now, This Young Master said I would slap your faces, so I naturally have to follow through. Now, come over one by one, and This Young Master will reward each of you with a slap.”
If their mouths were foul, they deserved a slap!
Situ Yun raised an eyebrow: “Xie Weilou, what do you mean?”
“Zhang Long!”
Xie Weilou extended his hand.
Zhang Long and the others didn’t hesitate. With a leap, they directly rushed towards Situ Yun and the others.
These people had been very rude just now. They themselves said that as long as Xie Weilou had the strength, they would put their faces in front of Xie Weilou and let him hit them.
Thus, they naturally had to be satisfied!
“What are you doing?”
Situ Yun and the others’ expressions darkened.
“Tit for tat. Your mouths are foul, so you naturally deserve to be slapped.”
Xie Weilou said faintly.
Situ Yun and the others had ordinary strength. In front of Zhang Long and the others, they had no power to resist at all. In a short while, they were controlled and all brought before Xie Weilou.
Xie Weilou stared at Situ Yun: “You were the loudest just now!”
Situ Yun said with a sullen face: “Xie Weilou, do you really dare to hit This Young Master? I am from Duke Su’s residence…”
Slap!
Xie Weilou raised his hand and gave Situ Yun a big slap.
“Ah…”
Situ Yun let out a scream, his face flushed, teeth falling out, blood flowing from his nose and mouth.
“So what if you’re a young master from Duke Su’s residence? When you were running your mouth, This Young Master already wanted to slap your stinking mouth hard.”
Slap!
Xie Weilou slapped again, sending Situ Yun flying two meters.
Bang!
Situ Yun fell to the ground, motionless, directly knocked unconscious.
Xie Weilou then looked at the rest of the people.
“This Young Master, I… we were wrong…”
These people’s expressions changed.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Xie Weilou kept swinging his hand, delivering several slaps, directly causing these people to scream in pain, crying and wailing.
Bang!
Xie Weilou kicked the person in front of him, sending him flying. He said calmly: “A bunch of fools, daring to be presumptuous in front of This Young Master, not knowing your place. This time, let this be a lesson for you!”
After speaking, he directly walked upstairs.
Yan Ruyu wanted to get a free poem from him? How could it be that easy?
Unless he also got something free from her in return…