Chapter 24: Chu Hao disguises himself as a pig to ask for Hong, asking Lu Hong...

  This is exactly what I expected!

  Chu Hao almost burst out laughing after hearing this sentence, and was about to let out three loud guffaws to release the comfort in his heart.

  Although he may not have read many books in his past life, he still memorized those rules and frameworks in the foundry, and was influenced by the wisdom of the ancients and the poetry.

  He is the reincarnation of all great poets and writers in this world. As soon as he opens his golden mouth, he can instantly kill all geniuses!

  And previously in the wine building, he refused to compare poetry with the young prince and others. It was because his own side were all martial artists, and he alone showed off, not only would it be on everyone's lips, but also cause unnecessary suspicion, which wasn't worth it.

  In the memory of the young master, Chu Hao knew that Lin Yue'er was both literary and martial, born into a noble family. In this male-dominated world, a woman with ideas must have enough ability to be self-sufficient and proud, which is bound to rely on these two things. The young master has not become accomplished in either literature or martial arts until now, so it's likely that Lin Yue'er knew about this during her stay at the Wang Manor over the past few days, so being better at poetry was also something Chu Hao had expected.

  Otherwise, he would not have looked for trouble and sought his own death.

  In his heart, he silently chanted "calm down, calm down". Chu Hao's face squeezed out an unpleasant expression, as if he was hesitating about something. He raised his head to look at Lin Yue'er, forced a smile and said: "Poetry... talent?"

  Lin Yue'er seemed very satisfied with Chu Hao's current expression, and she felt a little complacent in her heart. Her pointed chin was raised slightly, and she curved her eyes, saying: "What? The dignified young master Wang, do you still want to go back on your word?"

  "As soon as I open my golden mouth, how can there be any going back on my word!" Chu Hao's face was flushed, seemingly somewhat unwilling, and he said: "However, can we change to a different method of comparison? This one is..."

  Chu Hao's words were cut off by Lin Yue'er, whose beautiful eyelashes fluttered with excitement, as if she was eager to leave the Wang Manor soon. She said, "Let's have a poetry competition. If you're not brave enough, I won't make things difficult for you."

  Chu Hao's face changed unpredictably, hesitating repeatedly. And he distractedly sneaked a peek at Lin Yue'er's expression, finding that the other person seemed even more nervous than himself, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "You're a big man, why are you being so wishy-washy!" Lin Yue'er couldn't help it and stomped her foot, "Are you going to compare or not?!"

  Chu Hao finally gritted his teeth and said: "Alright, let's compare, but if you lose, don't regret it!"

  "Hmph, this sentence should be left to yourself!" Lin Yue'er said proudly. The little butterfly on the side heard Chu Hao's words and was overjoyed, hurriedly entering the room to prepare the pen and ink.

  "What's the comparison method?"

  Poetry can encompass too many things, and although Chu Hao has countless poetic gods attached to him, if Lin Yue'er comes up with a topic that he's never thought of before, it's still a dead end. He hastily asked.

  Lin Yue'er walked slowly, her hands behind her back, watching as a small butterfly placed the brush, inkstone and rice paper on the stone table one by one. Her beautiful eyes swept across Chu Hao's face, saying: "Since I proposed the condition of competing, I also can't take too much advantage of you, after all, you are still Young Master Wang." This sentence was full of disdain, but Chu Hao didn't bother to argue with her, and only listened as Lin Yue'er continued: "Then please, Young Master Wang, give the topic."

  "Alright then..." Chu Hao shook his head, and continued: "Here there are flowers, grass, courtyards, ponds, and a beautiful woman standing tall. But the former are all clichés, so why don't we just take the beautiful woman as our theme, without any flowery language or metaphors, and compose a poem!"

  "Without using any metaphorical methods?" Lin Yue'er was taken aback, and before she could even process the teasing tone in Chu Hao's words, she asked: "How can this be done?"

  "This has nothing to do with me." Chu Hao smiled and said to Xiaodie beside him, "Xiaodie, burn incense," then looked at Lin Yue'er: "The time it takes to burn a stick of incense."

  Lin Yue'er bit her lower lip, furrowed her brow, and sat on the stone bench with a pen that was hard to put down, as if she was concentrating and thinking hard.

  After Xiaodie finished applying the fragrance, Chu Hao didn't move his brush either. He rested his elbow on the table and gazed at Lin Yue'er's delicate profile. At this moment, her nose was slightly wrinkled, her thin lips were pursed, and her hair fell from behind her head to her shoulder, revealing her small and exquisite earlobe. She occasionally stopped writing, furrowed her brow, and looked exceptionally refined and beautiful.

  Chu Hao sighed inwardly. Such a stunning beauty, if she hadn't met that young master, perhaps she would be living a happy life now. Unconsciously, he became somewhat distracted.

  "What are you looking at!" Lin Yue'er turned her head, glaring at Chu Hao with a gaze that was as substantial as it was piercing, making it impossible for her to focus on her thoughts. She spoke in a soft yet angry tone.

  Chu Hao smiled mischievously, "I'm looking for the prototype of a beauty, you write yours and I'll look at mine."

  "Ah!" Lin Yue'er was thoroughly defeated by Chu Hao's shamelessness, and she turned her back on him. Xiao Die was covering her mouth to stifle a laugh at the side, but immediately stopped when Lin Yue'er glared at her.

  A moment of fragrance, speaking poetry, is indeed a bit difficult, let alone taking the beauty as the subject, and not being able to use metaphors. Lin Yue'er, although self-satisfied with some small talent, was still stuck, but if she lost face in front of Chu Hao, this young master, she would be even more unwilling to admit defeat.

  Soon, the incense in the crane-mouthed furnace was half gone.

  Lin Yue'er thought for a moment before putting down her pen, and stole a glance at Chu Hao, only to find that he was yawning on one hand and digging his ears with the other. This was the topic that Chu Hao had brought up, and he had put himself in a difficult position, yet he looked self-satisfied. Could it be that this time he really came to tease her, rather than making a genuine bet?

  Lin Yue'er thought of this, and her heart was even more chaotic, resenting Chu Hao. And as for Chu Hao's appearance, no matter how she thought about it, she would never have thought that he was a learned and composed person who had everything under control.

  "I asked the moon, are you done yet? The incense is almost finished burning." Chu Hao joked: "How about this, let's temporarily put an end to our bet this time, we don't want to hurt our feelings because of it."

  "Don't call me Moon!" Lin Yue'er was a stubborn person to begin with, and she couldn't stand Chu Hao's provocation, especially since he was still a useless young master. She had long been resentful of the Wang Manor and wouldn't give up easily, saying, "Hmph, I think you can't even write it yourself!"

  Chu Hao looked at the incense burning out, and no longer pretended to be a pig. He said calmly: "Good sentences are naturally born, wonderful hands occasionally get them. Pure and flawless, why do people need to make up for it? Moon child, don't worry about me, my heart has the universe, just need to trust your instincts!"

  Lin Yue'er was taken aback, really not daring to believe that this poem full of meaning came from the mouth of the wine bag in front of her, her beautiful eyes wide with incredulity as she stared at Chu Hao: "What did you say?"

  "Don't stare at me like that, I'll be embarrassed." Chu Hao smiled shyly and finally picked up his pen, pointing to the faint scent of incense: "Mei, please don't try to disturb me again, Xiao Wang is about to start writing poetry!"

  "You!"

  Unexpectedly, Chu Hao returned to his usual self after a few seconds. Lin Yue'er's chest heaved up and down, and she didn't have time to ponder the previous witty remark. She fiercely turned her head away, biting her lower lip with her teeth, and began writing on the rice paper with swift strokes.

  The last wisp of smoke fell into the furnace, and a stick of incense was burned out at this moment.

  The time has finally come.

  Chu Hao put down his brush and stood up, staring at the bewildered Hao Ran, while Lin Yue'er, with ink still wet on her paper, covered it with her hand on the stone table, burst out laughing: "Yue'er, time's up, let Xiao Wang savor your poem!"

  Lin Yue'er's cheeks flushed slightly, she raised her head and retorted: "This is your proposition, of course it is! Of course I'll read your poem first! If you can't come up with one, I win just the same!"

  Chu Hao laid the Xuan paper flat on the stone table, and said calmly with his hands behind his back, "Then come take a look."

  Looking at the ink marks on the rice paper, Lin Yue'er was initially somewhat disdainful. She thought to herself that this young master must have written something nonsensical, hoping that it wouldn't make her laugh out loud.

  When she stared at the rice paper, read it word by word and sentence by sentence, she was stunned for five or six seconds before raising her head incredulously, pointing at Chu Hao with a jade-like finger as white as scallions, her expression exaggeratedly cute, and said: "This poem... is written by you?"

  Chu Hao was extremely satisfied with Lin Yue's current expression. He puffed out his chest and shook his head: "Is there anyone else here?"

  The little butterfly originally thought that the young lady from their own household would definitely win, but seeing the young lady's expression, it seemed like it wasn't that simple after all. She leaned in closer and looked at the rice paper, only to see that the ink was still wet, with the words written on it:

  There is a noble person in the north, who stands out from the world and lives independently.

  One glance can conquer a city, another glance can conquer a country.

  Do you know the difference between "qīng chéng" (overturning a city) and "qīng guó" (overturning a country)?

  A good person is hard to find again!

  Rushing to the top~~ I want everything. Red ticket collection clicks, none of them will be spared~