Chapter Eleven: The Ditty of Picking Up Chicks

  "Qin Feng, Qin Zijin!"

  "It was Qinzi Jin, who was good at arithmetic and created the multiplication table!" The scholars who came here had heard of it. At this moment, they couldn't help but feel some doubt in their hearts. Was Qin Feng's literary talent also outstanding? He was actually praised by Xun Yu like that.

  At this time, Cai Yan and Xiao Lan'er happened to arrive at this place. Xiao Lan'er, who was eager to tie the red thread for the young lady, heard the words and hurriedly said: "Miss, come and see! They are all discussing Mr. Qin!"

  Mr. Qin also wants to make poetry! Originally still standing in the back Cai Yan, involuntarily walked to the front.

  "You few girls, come and cover up the young lady." Little Lan directed for a while, and the two of them hid their figures behind several maids.

  "Miss, I wonder what kind of poem Mr. Qin will compose, and whether he can win the first prize in this literary meeting." Little Orchid said excitedly, wishing that Qin Feng would immediately create a supreme poem to spread his fame to Luoyang.

  "Come on in, brother!" Xun Yu said with a smile.

  You're too much! Qin Feng wouldn't know how to write poetry, and at the mention of it, he became restless.

  "Since Wen Ruo holds you in such high esteem, don't decline," Cai Yong said with a smile at the table. In his heart, he thought: This young man can't do it, so this time let me teach him a lesson. Cai Yong still had a grudge against Qin Feng for asking about Arabic numerals.

  Lu Zhi and others had bright eyes, heard the poem and knew his talent, just in time to take this opportunity to see if Qin Zi Jin really had great talent.

  All eyes were on him, and Qin Feng had no choice but to stand up, awkwardly saying: "I, I really am not good at writing poetry."

  "Come now, brother, don't be modest," said Xun Yu. "Just now you and I were chatting away, with clever phrases flowing from your lips. How could you not know how to compose poetry?" He recommended Qin Feng to compose a poem in order to see whether Qin Feng was truly talented or just a boastful talker, and whether he was worth befriending.

  Actually, Qin Feng just pretended to retreat and advance, coming to this two thousand years later without showing off his skills, when would he have the chance? Wouldn't he have to travel through time to the future two thousand years later to suffer a defeat! He bowed around and immediately found the figure he had been thinking about day and night behind the maid, suddenly having a perfect idea. He said: "Everyone's words are so elegant, I'm not good enough, I can only compose a poem to offer my humble work."

  Poetry is used to express subjective emotions, elegant and delicate. Fu is used to describe objective things, refreshing and fluent. No matter what the difference between poetry and fu is, in the Han Dynasty, fu was the only one that led, it was the first literary form of the great Han literati, without exception.

  As soon as Qin Feng was about to compose a rhapsody, this rhapsody would be even more capable of reflecting a person's literary talent than poetry.

  Generally, Wen Hui was good at composing poems because they were relatively short and could be composed with a bit of literary talent. Fu, on the other hand, was much more difficult to compose, and even someone like Xun Yu admitted that he couldn't do it in a short amount of time.

  Xun Yu's eyes lit up, and he hastily sat back down, yielding this round to Qin Feng.

  Qinzi Jin wants to make a rhapsody!

  "Haha, it's really rare."

  "Let us quietly listen." said Cai Yong and other older generation of masters.

  Chen Lin, Kong Rong, and Liu Zhen had only heard of Qin Feng's reputation for arithmetic through a very biased channel. The multiplication table of Arabic numerals was indeed rare, but it was just a side door in the right path. Seeing Xun Yu praise him so much, and seeing Qin Feng wanting to compose a rhapsody, they became even more curious about him. Was he another young genius with overflowing talent, able to produce a rhapsody immediately?

  "Miss, miss, look quickly! Mr. Qin is going to compose a poem, he's composing it!" Little Lan'er said with a smile and clapped her hands.

  "Being able to compose a poem on the spot in front of everyone, Mr. Qin is indeed a great talent, but I wonder what object he will use as inspiration for his poem?" Cai Yan nodded slightly, and seeing Qin Feng standing calmly among the crowd of literary talents, she felt a sense of confidence that was somewhat different from the others, and her eyes flashed with a hint of infatuation. She too couldn't wait to hear Qin Feng's poem.

  What thing is used for taxation? Everyone listens attentively.

  Qin Feng slowly walked to the empty space in the middle, recalling a poem he had memorized. This poem was one he had recited when he was trying to woo girls, but who would have thought that wooing girls required reciting poetry? There was no other way, as the girls at the drama academy were really hard to impress, especially when you didn't have any money. Rich people used their wealth to woo girls, while Qin Feng, a poor student from a humble background, had to use his talent instead.

  Qin Feng thought for a moment and then came up with an idea, turned around and went towards the maid.

  Cai Yan behind the maid and Qin Feng's eyes met, and she couldn't help but feel a shock in her heart, with a hint of affection flashing in her eyes.

  Qin Feng smiled slightly and said, "Before I arrived in Luoyang, I had been to Luochuan. I was inspired by Song Yu's story about the Goddess of Chu, and this time I savored it and decided to write 'The Goddess of Luo River'."

  Song Yu's poem about the divine maiden of Chu Kingdom? Many scholars have discussed it extensively.

  "Miss, what's the matter with Song Yu and the goddess of Chu Wang?" asked Xiaolan in confusion.

  Cai Yan's face had already turned red, and from the eye contact earlier plus what Qin Feng wanted to express, she had already vaguely understood Qin Feng's meaning. The shy Cai Yan really wanted to leave immediately, but her feet didn't listen to her commands.

  Then I'll just listen here, Mr. Qin's specific poem sentence. She subconsciously covered her cheeks and felt very hot.

  "With the flutter of a startled swan, and the gentle movement of a swimming dragon. Brilliant as the autumn chrysanthemum, and lush as the spring pine. Faintly visible, like a light cloud covering the moon, and softly blowing, like a gentle breeze returning snow. From afar, it shines like the sun rising over morning dew. Upon closer inspection, it glows like a lotus flower emerging from clear ripples. Slender and delicate, yet substantial and refined."

  Qin Feng spoke eloquently, and for a moment the garden was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Xun Yu gazed at Qin Feng's back, his eyes shining with admiration. This man knew astronomy and geography, and could compose such an excellent poem - truly, his talent was overflowing!

  "Good composition, the words are used extremely beautifully and fluently. Good, good!" Cai Yong was a master of writing in his generation, his praise was not wrong at all. After hearing this, everyone was shocked and envied Qin Feng's talent.

  Qin Feng stood tall and alone in the empty space, seeing the astonished expressions of the crowd, he secretly felt a little ashamed. He thought to himself, "Cao Zhi, you little guy, you haven't even been born yet, and I've already used your poem. I'm really sorry about that." However, he comforted himself by thinking, "But it's not like you were able to win over Zhen E's sister with this poem back then." He thought, "I'll use this poem to capture the heart of my future aunt. If possible, I'll even win over the Goddess of Luo, Zhen E!"

  Seeing people's expressions, he knew that Cao Zhi's article, which had been passed down for thousands of years, was indeed awesome, and he became even more confident.

  Another purpose has not been forgotten, naturally turning around and smiling slightly at Cai Yan behind the maid, loudly reciting: "Shoulders like a cut, waist like a twisted silk. Neck stretched out, white quality exposed, fragrance without addition, lead powder not applied. Cloud bun towering, eyebrows connected, red lips outside, white teeth inside. Bright eyes looking good, dimples supporting authority, beautiful and elegant posture, quiet and leisurely body. Soft emotions and expressions, charming in language. Strange clothes unparalleled in the world, bones and appearance matching pictures. Wearing a robe with glittering pearls, hairpins with jade and green feathers. Wearing gold and emerald head ornaments, stringing bright pearls to shine on the body. Walking in far-traveling literary shoes, trailing misty silk light skirt. Slight orchid fragrance wafting, walking slowly at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly letting go of the body, playing and having fun. Leaning left on a feather fan, right under a laurel flag. Holding white wrists in a divine sleeve, picking rare black ginseng...

  Qin Feng looked at Cai Yan's figure and felt that these sentences were also very suitable for her.

  "Miss, Miss, Mr. Qin is indeed a great talent, he has surpassed everyone! Eh! Miss......" Little Lan was startled to see the miss's face turn red like rouge.

  At this moment, Cai Yan's body temperature was almost 40 degrees. With her talent and Qin Feng's hint, how could she not know who the poet was? Her shoulders were like a knife cut, her waist was like a willow branch, her hair was high and majestic, her eyebrows were connected and beautiful, her lips were red and bright, and her teeth were white and fresh. Was this talking about me? She wanted to confirm it in her heart, but she felt uncomfortable with her whole body feverish, wanting to leave with her hands and feet, but also reluctant to part with him.

  At this time Qin Feng winked at her.

  "Ah!" Cai Yan covered her mouth and let out a soft cry, thinking that Qin Feng had seen through her thoughts. Was he talking about me? Maybe I'm just overthinking it? She thought to this point, her face flushing red with embarrassment, she turned around and left the garden with a trail of fragrance behind her.

  Haha, the goal has been achieved, no one can escape from my Five Finger Mountain, including you, Brother Wenruo!

  Cai Yong gazed at the receding back of his daughter, following Qin Feng's line of sight, and thought of how Qin Feng had been teaching his daughter to play the zither for some time now, thus faintly sensing something.