614: Reversal, deal with Zhou Wuji

At this moment, everyone's gaze towards Zhou Wuji changed.

It was like seeing an ordinary person suddenly reveal their nine-figure savings, instantly making people feel a stark difference in wealth and billions!

When Qiong Juanshu heard these three poems, it was as if his soul had been extracted. He sat there in a daze.

This Man had truly composed poetry.

He had composed poetry that could not be evaluated even with the finest words!

And it was three poems! Three in a row!

His own poems from just now were simply a world of difference compared to the other party's, like a firefly compared to the bright moon!

He had actually mocked the other party like that...

Now, Qiong Juanshu felt the gazes of the people around him were like looking at a low-class actor, full of playful amusement.

"How about it?! Duke Zhou has now produced three poems. Shouldn't the poet under your command now show his skills?" The joy in Seventh Princess's heart made her lose some of her gentle steadiness and gain a bit of playfulness.

Facing Seventh Princess's words, Yuwen Mingxuan's eyes were filled with gloom.

He looked at Zhou Wuji below, who was pouring himself tea and calmly accepting everyone's worshipful gazes, then his sight suddenly fell upon the poets he had recruited.

He saw that these poets under his command were all avoiding eye contact.

Facing Zhou Wuji's poems, they didn't even have the courage to compose poetry!

"Trash!" Thinking of the consequence of losing this poetry gathering and the failed bet, Yuwen Mingxuan's eyes were filled with coldness.

"You lost." Seventh Princess tugged at the strands of hair by her temples, her rosy lips slightly curved upwards.

Yuwen Mingxuan's hand slowly clenched into a fist, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.

And when he saw the Man in the green robe below slowly raise his head and look over, the slight inappropriate thoughts he originally had immediately extinguished.

"Gongzi, the Ancient Tomb site has sent over a few poems by ancient sages, saying they are to add to the excitement of our poetry gathering."

Just as Yuwen Mingxuan's expression was gloomy, the voice of a subordinate appeared in his ear.

"Add to the excitement? How about I kill you to add to the excitement?!" Looking coldly at this subordinate, Yuwen Mingxuan's words were filled with murderous intent due to the anger in his heart!

The subordinate swallowed, but still bravely said, "Gongzi, please take a look at these poems that were sent. The poems Zhou Wuji just composed seem to collide with what's on this!"

"Oh?" Listening to his subordinate's hushed words, Yuwen Mingxuan's emotions, which were on the verge of exploding, suddenly paused.

He looked at this subordinate, and the Man reached out to take the few sheets of paper.

"Yuwen Mingxuan, after the poetry gathering ends, remember to send the things to me. This bet was witnessed by Snake Grandpa and your General Tu, don't even think about going back on your word."

After speaking to the Man next to her, Seventh Princess took out the internal energy manual: "Duke Zhou's talent, I believe, has already been demonstrated by the three poems just now, right?"

"Then, I will present this internal energy manual to Duke Zhou. Does anyone object?"

Seventh Princess's voice was clear and cold, yet carried a hint of gentleness.

Upon hearing this, the noisy environment slowly quieted down. As everyone exchanged glances, no one spoke up to object.

Everyone present had some knowledge of poetry and understood how high the value of Zhou Wuji's three poems was.

That was far beyond the level they could reach!

However.

As the entire Wanhua Brothel fell silent...

"Hahahaha..." A low and strange laugh suddenly came from the position above.

Everyone listened to this somewhat strange laugh and looked at Yuwen Mingxuan in confusion.

The one laughing was clearly him.

At this moment, he was lying on the desk, clutching a stack of papers in his hand, laughing so hard that tears came out.

"Oh dear, hahaha, I can't, I can't, this is simply too funny! It's too funny!" Yuwen Mingxuan laughed wildly while lying on the table without any regard for his image.

After a while, under everyone's strange gaze, he wiped away the tears from laughing and his mood slowly calmed down.

Only the smile on his lips still couldn't be hidden.

"Duke Zhou?"

Yuwen Mingxuan looked at Zhou Wuji below, who was half-closing his eyes, meticulously tasting his tea as if his literary talent was unmatched in the world, and spoke with a smile.

Hearing the sound of his name being called, Zhou Wuji slightly turned his head to look at Yuwen Mingxuan.

He didn't speak himself, like a superior looking at a subordinate, waiting for the other party to speak.

"This literary master, may I ask... ah no, are the three poems you recited, the ones you composed, truly your own work?"

Yuwen Mingxuan's question was a bit inexplicable, and even the sentence structure was incorrect.

But everyone understood his meaning.

It was clear that this Son of the Governor was asking if Zhou Wuji's poems were written by himself.

"Yuwen Mingxuan, aren't you being a bit too shameless? Zhou Wuji's poems are enough to be passed down through the ages. If these poems weren't written by him, then we would have heard them since childhood!"

"Now you don't want to admit you lost and want to renege?" Seventh Princess frowned and looked at the person next to her.

"Renege?" Yuwen Mingxuan was in a very good mood, so good that the smile on his face couldn't be hidden: "I just want to know a result, that's all. Duke Zhou, are your poems truly your own creation? Is Duke Zhou willing to satisfy my curiosity and unravel this mystery?"

"My poems are naturally my own creation. Tonight is the first time they are being revealed to the world," Zhou Wuji said indifferently, like a great figure who had seen many grand occasions.

In fact, before transmigrating, in his era, he was also a great figure in a certain place.

"Hahahaha..." Hearing this answer, Yuwen Mingxuan covered his stomach and laughed uncontrollably again.

Those two eyes had no trace of coldness, and the look in them towards Zhou Wuji was full of the meaning of looking at a Clown.

"Poems you wrote yourself? Then I find it very strange. How is it that the peerless poems created by Duke Zhou, this literary master, are exactly the same as the poems left behind in the Ancient Tomb of our Qingpan Country by ancient sages! Not a single discrepancy!"

Saying this, the smile on Yuwen Mingxuan's face completely vanished. With a cold expression, he threw the papers in his hand towards the civil official doctor not far away: "These are the poems found in the tomb of ancient sages. Read them out at this poetry gathering! Read them out loud!"

The six sheets of paper, under the slightly held breaths of everyone at the poetry gathering, shot through the air and landed in the hands of that civil official doctor who was recording poems.

Regarding the command of this Son of the Governor, the civil official doctor did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

As his throat moved, he immediately straightened the poems in his hand.

After seeing the poems on the paper, this civil official doctor couldn't help but be startled.

Then he looked at the poems Zhou Wuji had just recited that he had recorded on his desk, and they were exactly the same!

"Ascending High!"

Du Fu. Author.

"Wind is swift, Heaven is high, apes wail sadly; clear is the islet, White Bird flies back..."

The voice of the civil official doctor slowly spread throughout the entire Wanhua Brothel.

Those who heard it around him held their breath.

However, Zhou Wuji, who had been calm all along, when he heard the three words 'Du Fu. Author', his expression, which had been calm and unruffled, suddenly froze.

After reading one poem, there were other poems behind it.

"Pure Peace Melody. Part One"

Li Bai. Author.

"Cloud thinks of clothes, flower thinks of face; spring breeze brushes the railing, dew is thick."

"If not seen on the peak of Mount Qunyu, we would meet under the moon on Yao Terrace."

When this poem was recited, the people around heard it for the first time and only felt it was extremely good!

Indeed, it was worthy of being written by their ancient sage poets!

However, Seventh Princess's rosy complexion turned slightly pale.

What's going on? Why is it Li Bai. Author? Wasn't this poem written by Zhou Wuji for her when he first saw her?

The civil official doctor's voice became more and more excited as he recited towards the end.

Vaguely, he also understood why Young Master Yuwen had said those words just now!

And by the time all six poems were read by him, everyone present instantly focused their attention on Zhou Wuji.

Among these six poems, three of them were exactly the same as the poems Zhou Wuji had just composed, with not a single difference!

"Duke Zhou, these six poems were all found in the tombs of ancient sages. It's really a coincidence, as three of them are exactly the same as the poems Duke Zhou just composed at the poetry gathering!"

"Oh no, there is a difference."

"The original authors of those three poems were Du Fu and Li Bai, figures like the Immortals of Poetry."

"But when they reached Duke Zhou, they became Duke Zhou yourself!"

"Even the words and content are exactly the same as our ancient sages. No wonder Duke Zhou so confidently called himself a literary master, hahaha!"

Saying this, Yuwen Mingxuan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Pfft!" Next to Ning Buxiu, Qiong Juanshu, who had originally been pale-faced and dejected, also grinned and scoffed at this reversal.

And those who had previously praised Zhou Wuji's literary talent were now as if they had been severely slapped, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

As for the rest, similar to Yuwen Mingxuan, they couldn't help but shake their heads and coldly smile.

Thinking about it, it made sense. A poem like 'Ascending High', with its old and mature style, seemed to be the ultimate literary talent that came from seeing through the world's prosperity and increasing in age.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was the best seven-character regulated verse of their era.

How could such a young Man write it?

"Duke Zhou, literary master, why don't you say something?" Qiong Juanshu seemed to come back to life at this moment, looking at Zhou Wuji not far away with a mocking tone.

"Duke Zhou... you." Seventh Princess looked at Zhou Wuji, unwilling to believe, and asked with some hesitation, "Was that 'Pure Peace Melody' really written by you for me? Or was it originally written by Li Bai, and you copied it?!"

Listening to this, Zhou Wuji's originally calm, even dismissive expression, was also covered with a layer of gloom.

What's going on?

Shouldn't these poems be exclusive to his era? How could they appear here?!

Moreover, the poets were exactly the same, making it impossible for him to find an excuse to refute!

In silence, Zhou Wuji looked at Seventh Princess in the upper seat: "I have other poems."

"That's enough. Other poems? Are you going to copy which other ancient poet's poems?" Qiong Juanshu's words made the people around him nod slightly.

It's like writing a song or composing music; once it's confirmed that it was copied, the person will be labeled as a plagiarist from then on.

And Zhou Wuji completely copied the poems and then claimed to be the author, which is an even more serious offense!

Basically, from now on, in the poetry and literature circles, this person will be completely regarded as a stain.

"Alright, copying ancient poems at a poetry gathering and claiming them as your own, and even almost causing this Young Master to lose the bet, these are serious offenses. I think we should discuss how to deal with this Duke Zhou."

Yuwen Mingxuan stretched lazily and spoke slowly while looking at the woman next to him: "Seventh Princess, what do you say?"

"Surely Seventh Princess wouldn't favor someone who deceived you, right?"