The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

Chapter 122 The Fishmonger

Upon hearing Jia An's words, Jin Yuanbao immediately became displeased.

"What are you yelling about? Shuangxi hasn't even read my poem, and you already know it won't work? Are you a fortune teller?"

Jia An snorted coldly: "Fine, then we're all ears!"

Jin Yuanbao glared at Jia An with an air of smugness, then coughed lightly and turned to Shuangxi, saying, "Miss Shuangxi, listen carefully!"

"Singing new lyrics, joy is nowhere to be found; rosy clouds reflect on the trees, and partridges sing. Peach-lined paths and willow-lined lanes are pleasant to pass by; under the lamp, I adorn myself, and under the moon, I sing!"

Jin Yuanbao's voice was very loud, and everyone around heard it.

Shuangxi's eyes lit up when he heard this!

Around them, many scholars followed Jin Yuanbao's voice and softly recited it once more!

After reflecting on it, I suddenly felt it was wonderful beyond words!

"This poem by Young Master Jin is really quite good; it's almost on par with Young Master Gu's poem!"

"Personally, I think Mr. Jin's poem is even better! More wonderful!"

We are all scholars, and composing poems is a basic skill. Although we may not be able to write such poems ourselves, we still have the ability to appreciate them.

The poem is quite good, but it's really hard to believe that it was written by a playboy like Jin Yuanbao!

If even a gold ingot can write such a poem, how can they, a group of scholars, possibly bear it?

"How is it? What do you all think of my poem? Would you like to give your comments?"

Jin Yuanbao looked smug.

It was quiet all around.

Jia An's expression was also quite unpleasant.

Because he really couldn't find any fault with the poem.

Jin Yuanbao looked at Shuangxi: "Miss Shuangxi, if they won't tell, then you'll have to."

Shuangxi smiled and said, "Young Master Jin's poem is indeed... very good. However, I can't tell whether Young Master Jin's poem or Young Master Gu's poem is better. I can only take it to my young lady for her to decide. Please wait a moment, everyone. I will go upstairs and hear what my young lady has to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuangxi turned around and was about to go upstairs.

But at that moment, Jia An whispered something in Gu Yanjin's ear, and Gu Yanjin stepped forward from the crowd:

"Miss Shuangxi, wait a minute!"

Seeing that Gu Yanjin had stopped Shuangxi, the people around them showed curiosity.

There's something good to watch!

Shuangxi turned around: "Young Master Gu, what's wrong?"

"Miss Shuangxi, please don't be in a hurry. I have a few questions I'd like to ask Young Master Jin."

This poem wasn't written by Jin Yuanbao himself, and now that he saw someone trying to cause trouble, he felt a little flustered: "What's there to ask? Aren't you annoying? Are you upset because my poem is better than yours? Are you looking for trouble?"

"Of course not, Young Master Jin, please don't be nervous." Gu Yanjin shook his head and chuckled. "I just want to ask Young Master Jin a few very simple questions."

"Who's nervous? Ask away! Nervous? You're kidding!" Jin Yuanbao sneered.

"Good! Did Young Master Jin write this poem himself?" Gu Yanjin asked with amusement.

At the same time, Jia An's eyes were also darting around in the crowd.

Soon, he spotted Jia Daoshi sitting next to Jin Yuanbao.

Upon seeing this, he couldn't remain calm.

"What's this guy doing here? He's like a persistent ghost, I see him everywhere!"

Jia An was filled with doubt.

He now has a feeling that nothing good ever comes of encountering Jia Daoshi!

"What a joke! If I didn't write this poem, how could you have written it!" Jin Yuanbao sneered.

Although he appeared tough on the surface, cold sweat was already breaking out on his back.

"Since that's the case, Young Master Jin must be a man well-versed in literature!"

"Of course!"

"One last question, in the poem written by Young Master Jin, what is the meaning of the phrase 'singing out new lyrics but finding no joy'?"

"This……"

To be honest, Jin Yuanbao had only just learned a few of the words in this poem from Jia Daoshi, so how could he possibly explain their meaning?

When I got anxious, cold sweat poured down my forehead!

"Young Master Jin? Young Master Jin? You wrote this poem, yet you don't even know what you're trying to express?"

"Nonsense! How could I not know? But why should I tell you?" Jin Yuanbao retorted stubbornly.

Gu Yanjin exchanged a glance with Jia An, then nodded to Jia An.

Jia An waved his folding fan, then stepped forward and said to Jin Yuanbao in a sarcastic tone, "Young Master Jin, this is your fault! How could you use someone else's poem to fill in the blanks for such a solemn occasion? This is simply a desecration of poetry! You don't even know the meaning of your own work, isn't that a joke? Do you think we scholars are all fools?"

"Hey! What do you mean by that? You're just talking nonsense!" Jin Yuanbao said coldly.

“Young Master Jin, it’s either true or it isn’t. Admitting it openly isn’t shameful,” Gu Yanjin said with a faint smile. “How about this: you say you wrote the poem, then Young Master Jin, why don’t you write another one? If you can, then I, Gu, will apologize to you! If you can’t…”

At this point, Gu Yanjin glanced at Jin Yuanbao with a playful expression.

Jin Yuanbao cursed Gu Yanjin in his heart, then said helplessly, "Alright, alright! It's no exaggeration to say that you scholars are cunning! That poem just now was indeed not written by me; I bought it for fifty taels of silver!"

"From whom did you buy it?"

"It's Li Bai!"

As he spoke, Jin Yuanbao turned around and pointed at Jia Daoshi.

Murong Jiu's expression changed drastically: "Oh no, this fat guy actually betrayed us!"

The scholars and literati of Dajing held poetry in the highest esteem, and were immediately enraged to see someone selling poetry.

"This person has gone too far, actually selling poetry as commodities! It's an insult to us scholars!"

"He's no good!"

"Too mercenary! This person is unworthy of writing poetry!"

"Vulgar! Unbearably crude!"

With Jin Yuanbao pointing, almost everyone turned their attention to Jia Daoshi.

When they saw Jia Daoshi, many people felt he looked very serious, as if they had seen him somewhere before, but they had never heard of the name Li Bai before!

“Li Bai…Li Bai?” Shuangxi looked down the stairs and his gaze quickly fell on Jia Daoshi.

"Hey? Isn't this the guy who sells grilled fish on the street? He can actually write poetry?"

While everyone was speculating about Jia Daoshi's identity and who he really was, Jia An's face turned very ugly!

He never expected that Jin Yuanbao's poem was actually bought from Jia Daoshi!

That joke went a bit too far!

"Hey, isn't that the young man who sells grilled fish and popcorn at the market? I never knew he could write poetry?"

Soon, someone else recognized Jia Daoshi!

This is enough to cause an uproar among the people in the hall!