Chapter 21: Cheating People

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  Sweat, two days without success, just a little bit short, tears streaming down my face~~

  Little official shouted again, Collect, all kinds of votes~~~

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  Wei Zhao said this when Xiaoying Xiang came up behind him, holding a roll of white paper and some small wooden objects.

  Qin Yun originally thought that Wei Xiao had a lot of trouble, and when he heard it, he couldn't help but pause for a moment. Then, as if he had thought of something, he said: "Don't worry, little friend, this small matter, Qin can still handle it." As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. The 'little friend' in front of him always gave him an unpredictable feeling.

  Xianglian's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the old storyteller with a mixture of incredulity and curiosity. She thought he was bragging like some young master, but since he didn't say anything, she stood quietly behind Wei Zuo, her big eyes shining with confusion as she tightly pursed her lips.

  Wei Xiao nodded slightly and before he made any move, Qin Yun loudly said: "Young shopkeeper, bring the Four Treasures of the Study!"

  Xianglian saw that the young master of her own family was going to write, and she quickly put down the things in her arms, took over the pen and inkstone handed over by Xia'er, placed them on the table, and with a habitual movement, began to grind the ink with her white and tender small hands.

  Wei Zhao picked up his brush and, under Qin Yun's intense gaze, exerted all his strength to write with bold strokes.

  Qin Yun recited slowly with his body tilted, until the end, there was no applause, but dry mouth and tongue, trembling hands, staring dead at the lines under Wei Zhao's pen, a face of shock.

  "Timeless rivers and mountains, heroes have no place to hide, Zhou Zhongmou's abode. Dancing halls and song stages, all elegance is gone, washed away by rain and blown away by wind."

  The sunset shines on the grass and trees, ordinary alleys, people say that Yang Yi once lived here. I recall those years, with golden armor and iron horses, his spirit swallowed up all the lands like a tiger.

  Xi Yuan Cao Cao, Feng Lang Ju Xi, win the Cang Huang Bei Gu. Wu Chao two years, Wang Zhong You Ji, Feng Huo Chong Zhou Lu.

  "Looking back, under the temple of Buddha and Li, a piece of divine drumming society! Who to ask, Lianxiang old already, still can dinner or not?"

  History is always surprisingly similar, in Wei Zuo's understanding, many things have happened in history, and they all happened in the great Qi.

  Qin Yun suddenly opened his eyes, he had been thinking of asking Wei Zhao for help, so he deliberately asked him to write a preface. However, as soon as Wei Zhao started writing, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

  Lanxiang is his courtesy name, and this poem will surely be passed down for thousands of years!

  He suddenly felt that he might have done something foolish. With Wei Zhao's talent, the terrifying mind hidden in his calm demeanor would one day enter the imperial court... Qin Yun couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead, and a thread of fear flashed through his eyes. Although he had been seen through by Wei Zhao earlier, he thought it was because he was too impatient and revealed his flaws, which made him fall behind and be led by the nose by Wei Zhao. Moreover, with Wei Zhao's current identity, he was still in a higher psychological position than Wei Zhao. But now that he thought about it, he suddenly realized that everything about himself had been seen through!

  Qin Yun's expression was unpleasant, and he didn't feel happy at all because the book had received the best inscription. He looked at Wei Zhao with a gaze that began to tremble slightly.

  Wei Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to ignore Qin Yun's extremely ugly face. The brush that had stopped moving was put back into the inkstone, turned around, and lifted again.

  Qin Yun's expression was stunned, wanting to stop but his throat moved without making a sound, and the people around him also gradually turned their heads, quietly watching this side.

  Wei Zuo's left hand pressed on the book, his right hand held a pen, his expression firm and resolute, standing in front of the desk wearing a green robe.

  Xianglian's small face flushed with excitement, and even though she didn't understand poetry, at a glance she knew that Young Master's poem was definitely a good one!

  Among the crowd's astonishment, Wei Zhao once again exerted his strength and wrote a magnificent poem that leaped onto the paper!

  "My hair stands on end, I lean against the railing, and the rain stops. I raise my eyes to the sky and let out a long sigh of admiration, feeling invigorated and intense. Fifty years of fame and fortune are but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moonlight. Don't waste your time, for youth is fleeting, and it's all in vain."

  "Last year's shame, still not washed away; the minister's son's hatred, when will it be extinguished? Riding a long chariot, trampling and breaking through the Helan Mountains' pass. With great ambition, I eat the flesh of the barbarian Huns, laughing and talking, drinking the blood of the Xiongnu. Waiting to start anew, restoring the old mountains and rivers. Reporting to Heaven's Gate."

  This poem directly points to the treacherous and deceitful officials in the court, and also implies Qin Yun's determination to cleanse the world. He has already guessed the general reason, since Qin Yun wants to cater to the emperor, Wei Zhao might as well give him a thorough reorganization of the mountains and rivers!

  Qin Yun muttered to himself in a low voice, his eyes flashing with excitement, his face flushed with emotion. He suddenly slammed his hand on the table and let out a loud shout: "Good! Well written! From now on, I'll recreate the old mountains and rivers, and ascend to the heavenly throne! Good! Good! Good!" But even three "goods" couldn't express the excitement in his heart at this moment.

  This has been his dream for many years, and he has wandered the world for over a decade, pretending to be mad and selling foolishness, all in order to one day return to the imperial court, cleanse the universe, and unfold the ambitions in his heart! Wei Zhao's brief hundred or so words wrote about the humiliation, endurance, and grand ambitions of these years with great eloquence. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart, like a stormy sea. There was a subtle sense of mutual appreciation!

  Wei Zhao let out a deep breath after finishing writing. If one were to imitate the style and spirit of a poem, they would have to expend great mental effort. These two poems both contain the poet's extremely rich and sensitive emotions; if one wants to imitate them, they must put themselves in the same situation!

  Wei Zuo had never tried it before, but today he gave it a shot. Apart from the refreshing and exhilarating pain, there was only deep exhaustion!

  Wei Zhao took a deep breath, looking at Qin Yun whose expression was already excited to the extreme, and said indifferently: "I've helped you with all I can, tonight at the Buddhist conference, I'll introduce you to Master Yin Kong."

  Qin Yun's expression was taken aback, and he repeatedly said: "Good, good, good, trouble Xiao, trouble Wei Gongzi!" At this moment, Qin Yun no longer had the mentality of an 'old friend', his eyes were complex with a hint of indescribable color.

  Wei Zhao nodded slightly and said to Xiangqiang: "Let's go."

  The Buddhist conference lasted from noon till night, and Wei Xiao's mind was dull and sleepy, wanting to take a nap.

  The little girl was still staring at the book, her mouth opening and closing, seeing Wei Zhao had already left, she quickly picked up the things on the table and ran to catch up.

  Qin Yun's hands trembled as he stared at the two poems on the page, his eyes gleaming with intensity. After a long time, he let out a deep sigh and gazed at the empty gate, the turmoil in his heart lingering on, refusing to subside.

  "Lord Qin?" Suddenly, a puzzled cry made Qin Yun pause.

  He turned his head and saw an old man with a pale face standing in front of him, with a hint of a smile that made him uncomfortable. He slightly furrowed his brow and asked, "Sir, aren't you mistaken?" He had left Jinling for over ten years and really couldn't recall who the person in front of him was.

  The old man chuckled and said in a somewhat shrill voice, "Lord Qin, my master invites you to come over."

  Qin Yun instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing the old man slowly take out a golden waist card from his waist, his face suddenly changed, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

  Without waiting for his reaction, the old man turned and left, his voice still gentle: "Don't forget to bring that book."

  Qin Yun's legs trembled violently, and his eyes flashed with complex and inexplicable expressions. He suddenly grabbed the things on the table and stumbled after the old man into the teahouse.