As Shen Jing's words fell, many people secretly snickered in their hearts and chimed in.
"What Scholar Shen said isn't wrong at all!"
"Indeed, funeral music is also music!"
"That's right, no song is composed and immediately considered funeral music."
"It's the funeral music that chooses the song, not the song that chooses to become funeral music…"
"Purely in terms of this melody, Scholar Shen's piece is absolutely a masterpiece!"
Listening to the discussions, Zhao Ying and Song Lianxin, who were already furious, turned ashen.
These damned bastards!
They were clearly making fun of them!
Seeing Song Lianxin and Zhao Ying about to explode with anger, Su Yourong quickly spoke, "Shen-xiangong, please say less! We are here to meet friends through music. If you have nothing else, please leave!"
His mouth was truly asking for it!
Was he not afraid of Zhao Ying's retaliation later?
Instead of wasting time chattering here, he should hurry to the Su Family and apologize to his mother!
He had almost lost his life on the street just now; did he still not believe that he was a jinx to husbands?
"Alright!"
Shen Jing shrugged.
Since Miss Su had issued an eviction notice, he had no reason to stay.
With that, Shen Jing led Chi Chi downstairs.
However, after only a few steps, Shen Jing suddenly stopped.
That's not right!
I haven't composed a poem yet!
As a seasoned show-off, if there's an opportunity to show off, one must seize it. If there's no opportunity, one must create it!
"Thanks to Miss Su's righteous words just now, I would like to compose a poem on the spot and present it to Miss Su!"
Shen Jing turned his head, "I hope Miss Su will grant me this opportunity!"
"Alright, begin!"
Su Yourong rubbed her forehead, speechless, just wanting to get rid of Shen Jing quickly.
Shen Jing didn't rush to compose the poem; instead, he looked at Zhao Ying and the others, "Do you want to mock me a few times first?"
"…"
The few people pouted, responding with a light hum.
Damn it!
These people don't follow the rules!
It made his enthusiasm for showing off wane a bit.
Where was the promised mindless mockery?
Shen Jing cursed inwardly, cleared his throat slightly, and then slowly began, "In my opinion, Miss Su should be the number one goddess of Luochuan Prefecture. This poem shall be called 'ode to the goddess of the luo river'!"
ode to the goddess of the luo river?
Everyone was surprised.
Composing a poem on the spot?
That's much harder than writing a poem on the spot!
However, many people agreed with his words.
This Su Yourong truly deserved the title of Luochuan's most beautiful woman!
"I observe Miss Su, her form, fluttering like a startled swan, graceful like a swimming dragon. Radiant as an autumn chrysanthemum, flourishing like a spring pine. Faintly like light clouds obscuring the moon, gracefully like a swirling wind returning snow…"
While everyone was secretly pondering, Shen Jing had already begun to compose.
Shen Jing swayed his head while silently apologizing to Cao Zhi.
He couldn't even copy it completely, so he was truly sorry!
At first, everyone didn't pay much attention.
But as Shen Jing continuously uttered brilliant verses, expressions of shock gradually appeared on their faces.
Su Yourong also looked at Shen Jing in shock.
These words, this imagery…
"Wait!"
Su Yourong suddenly interrupted Shen Jing, "Someone, bring writing brushes and ink!"
Soon, someone brought writing brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone to Shen Jing.
Su Yourong looked at Shen Jing with burning eyes, "Shen-xiangong, please write down this poem, for…"
"Good!"
Before Su Yourong could finish speaking, Shen Jing, who was already intent on showing off, readily agreed.
Shen Jing took up the brush, his strokes soaring like dragons and dancing like phoenixes, flowing like clouds and water.
Uh…
To be precise, it was scribbling!
Fortunately, it wasn't too outrageous; at least the characters could still be deciphered.
But that wasn't important; what was important was that the posture was cool enough, and the style was high enough!
When he wrote "With the fragrant aura of a faint orchid, I pace hesitantly by the mountain corner," Shen Jing suddenly stopped writing and looked at the displeased Zhao Ying, "I can't be the only one in the limelight; I also need to give Titled Scholar Zhao a chance! Titled Scholar Zhao, the rest is up to you, the number one scholar of Huaizhou, to continue."
Before Zhao Ying could reply, Shen Jing elegantly pulled the still-dazed Chi Chi and walked downstairs.
Finish showing off and then quickly make an escape!
He could only remember up to that point!
If anyone insisted on making him write the whole thing, he would surely mess up!
Shen Jing slipped away very quickly.
When everyone shifted their gaze from the "ink masterpiece" he left behind, Shen Jing had already taken Chi Chi and run out of Qin She (Music House).
"Young Master, you're amazing!"
Chi Chi looked at Shen Jing with stars in her eyes, her face full of admiration.
She had followed Shen Jing since childhood and was also literate.
She felt that she couldn't write a single one of the beautiful words Shen Jing had written.
Shen Jing winked at Chi Chi and smiled, "Amazing at what? I copied it!"
"Ah?"
Chi Chi was stunned.
"Otherwise, do you think I could really write those things?"
Shen Jing rolled his eyes at her, "If I could write those things, I would have been the number one scholar in the world long ago!"
He only remembered that passage because in his previous life, while playing a game, he heard a female character's lines and specifically memorized a section, planning to show off in front of girls when he had nothing to do.
As a result, he didn't use it in his previous life, but he did in this one.
"…"
Chi Chi looked at Shen Jing, who openly admitted to plagiarism, in surprise. After a long while, she covered her mouth and chuckled, "Young Master, I've noticed you're quite shameless now!"
Shen Jing's face darkened. He raised his hand and lightly patted Chi Chi's head, "You know how to praise people! Don't praise me like that next time…"
They left, chatting and laughing.
But the people in Qin She (Music House) felt a sense of incompleteness.
Everyone present was a scholar and literary figure, so they could naturally see how good this poem was.
Putting everything else aside, just the magnificent words alone were enough to amaze them.
But unfortunately, Shen Jing hadn't finished writing it.
They wanted to see the rest of the content, but there was none to see.
It was like a peerless beauty standing before them, her clothes half-removed, only to suddenly disappear.
"Titled Scholar Zhao, why don't you continue it?"
At this moment, someone proactively suggested.
"Yes, yes! Titled Scholar Zhao is the number one scholar of Huaizhou, and he gets to see a peerless beauty like Miss Song every day. He must have deep feelings and will surely be able to continue this work!"
"Titled Scholar Zhao, no matter what, you can't be outdone by Shen Jing!"
"That's right, Shen Jing writing half and asking you to continue is clearly a challenge to you!"
"With Titled Scholar Zhao's talent, continuing this work should be an easy task…"
Soon, everyone looked at Zhao Ying.
Some genuinely hoped Zhao Ying would continue, while others deliberately fanned the flames.
Meeting everyone's gaze, Zhao Ying's face immediately alternated between green and pale.
Continue?
How was he supposed to continue?
All the words he hadn't even thought of had been used up by Shen Jing!
Even if he copied from a book, he couldn't come up with anything more brilliant.
If he couldn't surpass Shen Jing's section, wouldn't it become like adding a dog's tail to a sable?
"Why don't you try?"
Song Lianxin looked at Zhao Ying expectantly.
She was completely unaware of Zhao Ying's difficulty, only wanting Zhao Ying to surpass Shen Jing.
They had already lost enough face today.
If Zhao Ying could continue this work and overpower Shen Jing, it would salvage some dignity.
Hearing Song Lianxin's words, Zhao Ying almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Try?
Why don't you try it yourself?
She truly hadn't read much and didn't know how difficult it was to continue this work!
Let alone him, probably only a few people in the entire world could continue it.
Zhao Ying tried hard to suppress the urge to tell Song Lianxin to shut up, rubbed his head, and said, "My head is still spinning right now; I don't have the mind to continue such flowery but impractical things! Let's go back first!"
With that, Zhao Ying disregarded everyone's expectant gazes and quickly walked downstairs.
Song Lianxin paused, then quickly caught up to Zhao Ying, supporting him while quietly asking, "You can't continue it?"
"What do you think?"
Zhao Ying felt stifled and replied testily…