"Brother Shi, don't hesitate and take out your talents." Cao Cong also urged.

Unable to resist the persuasion of them, Shi Wei then dressed up, stood up, and walked onto the stage calmly.[]

When he got up, the young man who had been disdainful of him couldn't help but look up at him.

Shi Wei felt unhappy when he remembered this sissy before, but in order not to destroy the harmonious atmosphere of this article, he smiled and nodded to him.

The young man had a cold expression and ignored his signs. He turned his head back in one glance.

"What a cool thing to pretend, sissy..."

Shi Wei despised him and just walked forward with his head raised.

He took a step just now, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly stretch out his foot and tripped his feet naked.

Shi Wei was tripped like this and staggered forward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the table in front with both hands, almost supporting himself, but he did not fall to eat shit.

In such an embarrassing manner, the talented and beautiful women he saw were instinctively laughing softly.

Although Shi Wei knew that the laughter was not malicious, in such a gentle atmosphere, he almost made a fool of himself, so how could he not feel embarrassed?

Angry, he turned around and saw a young servant with a greasy head and powdery face next to the young man, looking at him with a squinted mouth and smiling.

Obviously, at this position just now, the servant must have stretched out his legs and tripped.

You sissy, it's fine if you have money to compete with me for rock candy, but now you even instigate your servants to stretch your legs and trip me up, trying to make me look ugly in public. It's really hateful.

"Wumei, what are you doing!"

Just as Shi Wei was about to get angry, the young master scolded the clerk fiercely.

This reprimand seemed to mean that the young master himself did not instruct, but that family man made his own decision and wanted to vent his anger for his master.

What surprised Shi Wei even more was that a servant actually gave him a feminine name like "Wu Mei".

Looking at the pink and delicate faces of the master and servant, thinking about their soft voices, and then recalling the powdery smell that Pan Zisu said...

A thought suddenly flashed through Shi Wei's mind: Could it be that the master and servant are two sissies, but they are two women?

Thinking of this, Shi Wei couldn't help but look at the young master again, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt like a woman.

"How could you be..."

When he was about to ask, he heard someone say behind him: "This brother is so unfamiliar with his appearance. It seems that this is his first time attending a literary meeting. He is unknown.

Cao Cong in front of him winked at him.

Shi Wei had to temporarily put down his doubts and anger, turned around and looked, but saw that the words were exactly what His Highness Zhao Dezhao said.

Shi Wei hurriedly bowed and said, "Go back to the Second Prince, Cao Min's surname is Shi Wei and his name is Yuanzhi. This is indeed the first time he has been to attend the Fanlou meeting."

Zhao Dezhao nodded slightly and asked with a smile: "It turns out to be Yuanzhi. I wonder if Yuanzhi, are you a student of the Imperial Academy?"

Shi Wei shook his head and said calmly: "Caomin is not a student of the Imperial Academy, nor has he made any fame and fortune. He is just a commoner."

He reported himself to his house, and everyone present was somewhat surprised.

It should be noted that although the second prince Zhao Dezhao is approachable, a talented man who can join the Fanlou Association needs to be invited to come in.

Those who can get posts naturally have more or less related ways. Even if they are not children of powerful people, they are students of the Imperial Academy. Even if they are not students of the Imperial Academy, they must at least have a little fame in the capital before they can get involved in this high-end poetry fair.

At present, Shi Wei claimed that he had no fame and fortune and was also a white person. It was the first time that everyone heard Shi Wei's name, so they would inevitably be curious.

This curiosity was exactly what Shi Wei wanted.

The more ordinary a person appears, the more likely he will make a big splash once he shows his extraordinary points.

This self-marketing model of suppressing first and then promoting was tried and tested by Shi Wei in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Sure enough, when Zhao Dezhao heard of Shi Wei's identity, a bit of strong curiosity flashed through his expression, and said happily: "I have said that Fanlou will make friends through literature, and he will not talk about his identity. Yuanzhi, if you have any masterpieces, you might as well write them on stage so that everyone can appreciate them together."

"Then the grass people will be ugly."

Shi Wei was not embarrassed, and immediately walked to the front desk calmly, closed his eyes and focused for a moment, then he wrote a poem in a short while.

The servant hangs Shi Wei's lyrics high, and the handsome and lovely girl from Fanlou uses her gentle voice like a swallow to express her passionate recitation of the song "Meeting Happy":

I went up the west building alone speechlessly, and the moon was like a hook.

The lonely sycamore courtyard is locked in the clear autumn.

It is a sorrow of separation that cannot be cut and still can be chaotic.

It has a unique taste in my heart.

After a poem, the entire Wangxian Pavilion was silent.

Time seemed to have frozen, and all the talented men and beautiful women present widened their eyes and looked at the hanging ink pen with a surprising look.

That look seemed to engrave every word in this song "Meeting Happy" in my heart, and I was afraid that a word would be missed and would last forever.

Shi Wei showed a faint smile on his face and faced dozens of pairs of amazed eyes from the audience calmly.

Pan Zisu in the distance, although she had known that Shi Wei's lyrics were amazing and had been mentally prepared, when she saw this new work in front of her, her shocking mood was still hard to hide.

At this time, she had an incredible feeling. She really couldn't figure out what talent Shi Wei had, and why every poem he wrote was such a classic work that was unprecedented and never came from.

Shi Wei's eyes moved past Cao Cong in amazement and fell on the young master.

The originally faint face couldn't help but flash a little surprise at this moment.

Obviously, this "young young man" dressed as a man would never have imagined that the seemingly tacky man in a civilian who had competed with her for rock candy before would have hidden such a stunning literary talent.

"A wonderful work is really a wonderful work."

The shocked silence was broken by Zhao Dezhao, who came to his senses first. He stood up first and praised him without hesitation.

In a blink of an eye, the talented men and beautiful women in the fairy pavilion gathered together to cheer for Shi Wei's poems, and everyone had an eye for admiring look.

"I'm just a fool, I'll laugh."

Faced with everyone's praise, Shi Wei was very humble, but he thought to himself: Sorry, Li Yu, I copied another poem about you, just use this poem to redeem you for the crime of jailing me...

This song "Meeting Happy" is said to be a homesick work in history when Li Yu was placed under house arrest in Bianjing and was deeply homesick. In the era when Shi Wei came, it was also a well-known work that was passed down from generation to generation.

Because Shi Wei had an intersection with Li Yu before, when he met him to write a lyrics, he was the first to think of the lyrics.

After copying it, Shi Wei felt a little regretful, and thought that although Li Yu was the king of the country who was destroyed and his reputation was not very good, he had left behind a few poems that passed down from generation to generation to save some face.

Now I copied it from both sides. If I copied all Li Yu's masterpieces, when future generations evaluated Li Yu, they would not only say that the emperor did not do it well, but even the poet was of third-rate level. Wouldn't it be even more tragic?

"Mr. Shi, your poem "Meeting Happy" is really wonderful. I wonder if this masterpiece can be presented to Dezhao?"

Zhao Dezhao held the undried ink traces and looked like he couldn't let go of it.

Shi Wei smiled and said, "My work is not worth mentioning. If the Second Prince likes it, just take it away."

"I'll thank you, then." Zhao Dezhao was very happy, so he ordered his servant to put away the ink letter carefully, and then asked: "I don't know who you are from Yuanzhi. From your accent, it seems that you have just arrived in Bianjing."

Shi Wei did not avoid it and said bluntly: "Caomin was originally from Dangtu County, Tang Dynasty. Because he admired the Song Dynasty, he moved to Bianjing not far away and thousands of miles away."

"Are you from Southern Tang?" Zhao Dezhao was a little surprised.

The rest of the people, when they heard the beautiful young man, turned out to be from the Southern Tang Dynasty, were all surprised.

Looking at their expressions, Shi Wei thought they were discriminating against the person who came back from a weak country.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dezhao was stunned for a moment, and his expression immediately became more appreciative. He said happily: "It is so great that I was able to attract such a handsome hero as Shi Gongzi to come and join him in the Song Dynasty."

Shi Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Zhao Dezhao's love for the virtuous, he couldn't help but admire the second prince's demeanor.

"Thank you, the Second Palace..."

When Shi Wei was about to thank him, he suddenly heard a scream from the audience.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted.

Shi Wei also turned around and looked at him. He found a man lying on the ground, rolling and moaning while covering his abdomen.

What surprised him was that the pain was the little maid who was disguised as a man before, and he stretched out his legs and almost tripped him.
Chapter completed!