[BL, MTL] You Shu (Quick Wear)

Chapter 18: Forty Thousand (18)

You Shu was feeling grateful that she had escaped from the wolf den of the Wang family, but the boy had already opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and walked over step by step. But he still failed, and was bounced away by some invisible force after a few feet away. The girl-tong was afraid that he would float away, so she dragged him back quickly. The two ghosts circled around the pavilion in a hurry, baring their teeth and claws, punching and kicking, but they never dared to approach.

What did Wang Tianyou do to the siblings? To make them want to eat him raw? Youshu was curious, but she didn't intend to meddle in other people's business. Although the Wang family abandoned him, he had no intention of going back for revenge. Repaying kindness with kindness and repaying grievances with straightness, Youshu always pays attention to fairness in doing things. The Wang family ignores him, and he also treats the Wang family as a stranger. If the Wang family insisted on killing him, he would do so.

While thinking about it, everyone in the pavilion began to recite poems and paint. Wang Tianyou could speak at the age of one, write poems at the age of three, was admitted as a scholar at the age of nine, and became the youngest Juren of the Ming Dynasty at the age of fifteen. He was known as a peerless child prodigy in Shangjing. When it comes to calligraphy and painting, he ranks second, no one in the room dares to take the first place, even the oldest ones are silent and just look at him.

Wang Tianyou was not humble either, so he asked his maid to spread out a piece of snow-white rice paper, and wrote a parallel essay by hand. To put it bluntly, parallel prose is nothing more than a word game, limited by the format, it is difficult to express deep meaning and rich content, but it uses allusions and piles up rhetoric to achieve the purpose of showing off literary talent. But today's literati are never tired of it. Whoever can write a poem of class fragrance and song beauty will be famous in Beijing in a short time.

Before Wang Tianyou finished writing, the onlookers were already full of admiration, and some people shook their heads and chanted, with a very intoxicated expression. After the last word fell, he smiled lightly and cupped his hands, "Please correct me."

The two little ghosts became more and more unwilling, roaring and crying, blood and tears gradually flowed from their eyes, obviously hating to the extreme. Would anyone be able to say those kind words if they could have seen the horrific scene? Youshu lowered her eyes and curled her lips.

When the ink was completely dry, everyone rushed to pass on this article. After reading it, the Duke of Wei handed it to his old friend, and said with a smile, "His Royal Highness's article was also a masterpiece in Beijing. Now that ten years have passed, it is time to read it." Look at the level of the younger generation."

Ji Changye only glanced at him and then waved his hands, "It's just me, it's fine if you don't look at it." Regardless of the relationship between the Wang family and the fourth prince, or Wang Tianyou's attitude towards him, he is Wang Xiangqian's bastard, and Wang Xianggan worked hard for the mother and son. If you suppress Youshu and the Song family, he will not have the slightest affection for them.

But a little? Wang Tianyou has never met such a bad judge in the literary world, and immediately asked sharply, "Is it unfair for His Highness to break his mouth before he finished reading it? Please read it carefully before correcting him."

"This hall has not returned to Beijing for a long time, but the people in Beijing have forgotten that this hall has the ability of never forgetting. Correct me? You don't have the qualifications, but my younger brother can ask you for advice." Ji Changye will stand behind him The boy who ate the pastry pulled him over, and said in a warm voice, "Youshu, teach the prince well."

Youshu quickly wrapped the pastry, put it back in her sleeve pocket, and earnestly promised, "Master, don't worry, I will teach the prince to be a good man." He will definitely go all out for the master's order.