Chapter 19: Poetic Goose (Recommended ~)

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  Donation and support, refers to the practice of wealthy merchants providing financial assistance to poor students, not directly but through donations to private schools. Over time, this practice gave rise to the term "donation and support". However, some merchants would secretly provide financial aid to students they believed had great potential, and some students would gladly accept and even volunteer to become their "supported guests". These individuals often received disdain from other scholars with strong character, turning "donation and support" into "raising and nurturing".

  Feng Youli gave a cold hum, seemingly very disdainful of being with these people, but his eyes were cold and sharp as he stared at Wei Zao, slightly raising his chin.

  Wei Zhu furrowed his brow, looking around at the surrounded area that was impassable, shook his head and thought it would be hard to leave.

  "What's going on?" Wei Xiao said calmly. He is now gentle in nature, but he is not someone to be trifled with.

  Feng Youli was taken aback, he was proud of his own talent, even the acknowledged number one scholar of the Chu family would frown when seeing him, but suddenly seeing someone who had no reaction to himself, he was somewhat at a loss for what to do.

  But he immediately sneered in his heart, his eyes coldly scanning the surroundings, intentionally speaking loudly: "I heard that Brother Wei is composing poetry at Yunfo Temple with ease, and was even invited by Master Yin Kong to enter the Zen room? I don't know if it's true or false?"

  Wei Xiao's mouth curled up with a faint smile, his eyes gazing at him leisurely as he said, "Feng Xian-di is right."

  This sentence was not said lightly, he said 'Wei Xiong' was just a polite phrase, but Wei Zhao actually took it seriously.

  Feng Youli's mouth twitched slightly as he sneered, "Oh, so Weigongzi is truly a genius with an overflowing fountain of literary talent?"

  Her eyes were wide with anger, her small mouth moving back and forth, her silver teeth chattering away. In her mind, she had already decided that her own young master was the most talented, and this little white face in front of her was really detestable. Her small fist was clenched tightly, and she really wanted to go up and punch him.

  The people around him were speechless, their eyes filled with excitement. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the entrance to the stairs was packed with three rows inside and three rows outside, all eager to see what would happen next.

  Rumors are the source of all noise, and everyone likes them.

  Wei Zhuo flipped his wrist, and the string of pearls landed in his palm. He moved his thumb and said with a concentrated expression, "Feng Xiongdi, whether your talent is overflowing or not I don't know, but there's definitely no shortage of ink in your belly, your thoughts flowing like a burst of urine."

  Pfft

  "Hmm"

  Ha

  As soon as Wei Xiao's voice fell, the crowd around him suddenly burst out with a very suppressed and strange sound.

  Wen Si's face, which was already scrunched up, couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter at the phrase "thoughts flowing like urine", her eyes narrowing into a line as she sneakily glanced at her young master, whose face had scrunched up so much that his eyes and nose were no longer recognizable.

  Feng Youli's face was burning with shame, his eyes were spitting fire. He didn't expect Wei Xiao to be so 'unrefined', actually saying such words in public, and hearing the strange noises around him made him feel even more **naked with shame!**

  "So you dare to compete with me?" Feng Youli's face turned iron-green, and he sneered at the corner of his mouth. "Wei Brother", "Wei Young Master" were no longer in his tone.

  Wei Xiao curled his lip, somewhat disapprovingly saying: "Why should I agree to you?" Wei Xiao was quite disgusted with those so-called geniuses in the book. As long as someone provoked him, he would immediately compare himself to others, as if not comparing meant that his own learning and breadth of knowledge were insufficient.

  He had expected Wei Zhao to respond with something like "What's the comparison?" or "You come up with a topic," and at worst, he would say "Fine, I'll compete with you." But he never could have imagined that a young scholar who was about to take the imperial examination would dare to say "Why should I answer you?" in response to someone's provocation. Some people might think this sentence made him sound arrogant, but most people would think he lacked talent, was timid, and afraid of being exposed. In an era where reputation was more important than life itself, this sentence could completely ruin a person's future!

  Feng Youli was stunned for a moment, but immediately burst out laughing, pointing at Wei Zao, shaking his body, and finally squatting on the ground, holding his belly and laughing loudly. Obviously, he thought that Wei Zao was afraid of him coming, and the rumors about Yunfusi Temple were false. He had intimidated Wei Zao with his own reputation, exposing Wei Zao's hypocrisy. This was an exciting thing for him, and with Yin Kongdashi inside, it could be imagined that once today's events spread out, he would surely gain great fame, and the imperial examination would be even more effortless, taking down the top three honors as easily as picking something from his pocket.

  Wei Xiao's gaze remained calm as water, his expression unchanged. Looking at Feng Youli who was squatting on the ground laughing with great difficulty, he made a move that left everyone stunned and caused Feng Youli's laughter to stop abruptly.

  "Slow down, don't rush." Wei Xiao walked to Feng Youwei's back and gently patted his back, then slid his palm up and down to help him catch his breath.

  The laughter and chatter suddenly stopped, feeling the hand on her back, she didn't catch her breath but instead started coughing violently, her pale face turning bright red.

  The faces of the onlookers were even more bizarre, exchanging glances with each other, and suddenly bursting into thunderous laughter, shaking the heavens, and the entire teahouse began to tremble.

  Wei Zhao shook his head, looking at the chaotic crowd, and silently lamented that he still hadn't blended in enough. He stared at Xiangqiang, who had her hands covering her mouth and her eyes narrowed into a line, before walking back to the dignified and polite opposing side.

  After a long time, Feng Youli's face turned red with anger as he stood up, his eyes blazing with fury at Wei Xiao. He was so angry that he almost pounced on him and bit him. The people around them immediately suppressed their smiles and became quiet, as if they had received an order, staring intently at the three people in the middle.

  Today is a big topic, no one wants to miss a bit.

  "You, compared to, still, are, not, compared to!" Feng Youli's face turned iron green, gritting his teeth one word at a time.

  Wei Xiao shook his head and sighed, "Compared to what?" He felt that leaving things like this was somewhat irresponsible.

  Feng Youli saw Wei Zuo nod in response, took a deep breath, and his complexion still alternating between pale and red, said in a low voice "Let's make it like a poem."

  Wei Zhu frowned and guessed what he was going to say next, saying quietly "I'm not good at writing poetry."

  As soon as Wei Zhao's voice fell, others had not reacted yet, but little Xiaohong couldn't help laughing. When competing in poetry at Yunfo Temple, Wei Zhao also said so, and Chen Zhuo fainted with a mouthful of blood on the spot.

  But Xianglian hurriedly covered her mouth with her small hand, and her big eyes blinked innocently, looking around at the bewildered gazes of the people eating. She shook her little head hastily, then looked at the calm-faced young master, stuck out her tongue, and hid behind Wei Zhuo, revealing half of her little head.

  Feng You Li's face was gloomy as he stared at Wei Zhao, taking a deep breath, his feather fan swaying gently. Suddenly, he spotted a roasted goose in the distance, and his fan came to a stop. He turned his head to look at Wei Zhao coldly and said, "Listen up!"

  "Geese are yellow like wine, and love new geese with wine."

  The neck is stretched out to scold the boat, but there are many disorderly eyes with no way to go.

  Wings unfolded, suffered overnight rain, strength weak, trapped in the vast waves.

  Guests disperse, layers of city walls at dusk, what can a fox do?

  Wei Zhao was somewhat stunned, unable to believe that Feng Youli's imagination could be so terrifying. He glanced around at the crowd, then lowered his head and looked at Xiangxiang, whose big eyes were shining brightly, and slightly curled up the corners of his mouth, saying: "Geese, geese, geese, singing with their necks bent towards the sky, white feathers floating on the green water, red palms stirring the clear waves. Alright, you win."

  After finishing speaking, Wei Zhao pulled Xiao Muzi who was still muttering and squeezed out of the crowd.

  Wei Zhao knew that soon the whole Jinling would be talking about how Wei Lifu, the fake genius, was exposed by the real genius, Feng Youli, in a teahouse.

  Hehe, it seems that the Buddhist conference will be even more wonderful.