Liu Qiaoer glanced at Cui Boxiao and said, "Are you going down? What if they force you to do another song? Do you know how to do anything else?"
Cui Boxiao glanced at Liu Qiaoer and said, "You underestimate me. I have received a proper education."
So, as everyone was expecting, Cui Boxiao, along with Liu Qiaoer and Linglong, walked out from the crowd, fanning himself and acting like a cool guy.
"Mr. Xu Ri, it is me."
If it were someone else, everyone would probably applaud and welcome him, but Cui Boxiao had been to poetry readings before, and his talent could be described as nonexistent.
Everyone knows that although he is the crown prince, he got this title because he is the eldest son and relied on his father's military achievements. Everyone respects his father, the Marquis of Zhenguo, and for him, one can only sigh that he is lucky.
"Such a loser can actually write such a good poem. Not only me, no one else can believe it. Prince Cui, you must write another one in front of everyone."
Those sitting there were all children of the imperial court. Who had higher status than who? Some looked down on Cui Boxiao but dared not say it, while others dared to speak out.
For example, Yang Song, for example, Mr. Zhu.
As soon as Yang Song finished speaking, Master Zhu also said: "This character is vigorous and powerful. It cannot be written without ten years of practice."
"I'll give you a question. If you can compose a poem on the spot and write it down, we will respect you."
Liu Qiaoer looked up at Hu Bingxue. She was indeed the most beautiful woman in the capital. There were several young men around her, and they were whispering about something.
Compared with Su Qing, the most talented woman in the capital, although she is talented, her appearance is really average. Although there are some young men around her, they are not many.
It seems that whether in ancient times or modern times, everyone looks at the face.
The two girls were very calm in their attitude towards Cui Boxiao, with inquiring eyes. It was unknown whether they knew that the Emperor wanted to arrange a marriage for the prince and was wavering between the two.
In short, the men looked at Cui Boxiao with disdain, and the women did not express their opinions, waiting for Cui Boxiao to continue performing.
Cui Boxiao smiled modestly: "Please."
Master Zhu looked around, as if looking for a topic to do. They came to compose poetry every month, and it has been going on for several years. There are talented people coming up every year, and some of the topics have been exhausted.
He thought hard, wanting to deliberately embarrass Cui Boxiao, when suddenly, an idea came to his mind: "How about we talk about tea?"
Cui Boxiao thought about it for a moment, but couldn't think of anything, so he took the fan in his hand and knocked it.
This was the secret code between him and Liu Qiaoer, asking for help from Liu Qiaoer.
Liu Qiao'er had a poem in mind, Yuan Zhen's pagoda poem "Tea". She nodded and Cui Boxiao smiled slightly: "I got it."
As Cui Boxiao's maid, she was required to serve him closely. Liu Qiaoer accompanied Cui Boxiao to the desk, picked up the ink block and began to grind it, while whispering reminders.
"Pagoda poems, tea, fragrant leaves, tender buds. Admire poets, love monks."
After her reminder, Cui Boyao quickly remembered. He held the pen, smiled at Liu Qiaoer, and when the tip of the pen was filled with ink, he began to write.
"Tea, fragrant leaves, tender buds. Admire poets, love monks. Carve white jade, weave red gauze. Boil yellow buds, and twist the dusty flowers. Invite the moon to accompany you at night, and face the morning glow alone before dawn. Wash away the tirelessness of ancient and modern people, and how can you boast after getting drunk."
While Cui Boxiao was writing, Master Zhu was reading aloud beside him. After finishing a poem, he looked at Cui Boxiao suspiciously. Is he still the same dandy boy from before? He was so quick-witted when writing poems and his calligraphy was also good.
"Have you been studying hard at home during this period? Prince Cui, I can't tell, you have improved a lot."
Although this poem was already quite good, everyone who met Cui Boxiao for the first time admired his talent, but some people were still not convinced, such as Yang Song.
"You didn't steal these poems."
Cui Boxiao disagreed. If there was any stealing, it should be from a poet in another parallel universe. There was no such person in this universe.
"Oh, maybe. If you can't find the original author of this poem, I will admit that I stole it. If you can't find it... Young Master Yang, you can't afford the consequences of slandering me."
Yang Song snorted coldly and shook his sleeves: "Don't be too proud. One victory is not a victory. If you can win in the next competition, I will admit defeat."
Cui Boxiao rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, you have to win the next competition. It would be unrealistic to admit defeat. If you can lose something, then I will make this bet with you."
Yang Song was so angry that his face turned pale: "What do you want to bet on? I will accompany you to the end."
Cui Boxiao glanced at the little maid standing next to him. She was pretty, well-behaved and cute.
He gently lifted the maid's chin with his fan: "I think she's pretty good. If Young Master Yang loses, how about giving this maid to me?"
Prince Cui had long been notorious in the capital for not learning martial arts, being physically weak, and being a dandy. However, because his father was the Marquis of Zhennan and his sister was the Queen, no one dared to spit on him.
Now adding the fact that he is lustful greatly reduces the image of his character.
Liu Qiaoer was speechless. This guy looked down on the two talented ladies so much that he actually fell in love with a little maid, ruining his own reputation.
Linglong was anxious and quickly reminded him, "Sir, no, if the Marquis's wife knew about this, she would be scolded."
Although Yang Song was unhappy, he had no way to protect her because no matter how much he doted on his personal maid at home, outside, everyone knew that the person he liked was Hu Bingxue.
If he agreed, it would seem that he couldn't protect his maid.
If he didn't agree, Hu Bingxue would think that he was also lustful.
Her face turned red and white: "If the prince loses, will you be willing to give your maid to me?"
Unexpectedly, Cui Boxiao snorted coldly: "No, I will not lose, come on."
After the poetry competition, the next item is chess.
In the hands of ancient people, Go was a high-end game. Anyone with a good family background could play Go, but it is not known whether their level was high or not.
Cui Boyao wouldn't do that.
Who among modern people has time to learn Go? With two black and white pieces, you can only play Gobang at most.
But Liu Qiaoer has a space, and there happens to be a Go game in that space.
Before coming, she told Cui Boyao that she could help if a game of Go came up.
You have to know all of the arts, at least one or two.
In fact, playing Go was not common in poetry gatherings in the past, especially among children from poor families who did not have time to learn Go.
Today Yang Song is going to play Go with Cui Boxiao. To put it bluntly, he is going to use his strengths to deal with Cui Boxiao's weaknesses, because as everyone knows, the original owner can't play Go.
But today…
"Let's start. Prince Cui plays the white pieces, and Young Master Yang plays the black pieces. The rest of us shouldn't just stand there and watch. Let's eat and drink something. How about asking the girls to play a song for us?"
Anyone who likes to play chess can play, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to play. You can eat something, drink tea, chat, or draw.
Liu Qiaoer knelt beside Cui Boyao, entered the space, started the computer game, selected the black pieces, and the game began.
Yang Song plays black pieces, and Liu Qiaoer also plays black pieces. Then when the computer plays white pieces, Cui Boxiao plays white pieces, which is equivalent to Yang Song playing against the computer.