Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 34: The City of Lights is as Bright as Day (Part )
The Lantern Festival is the time when talented men and beautiful women marry each other in the underworld. From November to December every year, there is an annual baby boom, and the source of this damn Lantern Festival is this.

In today's capital Jiankang, lanterns illuminate the entire market street. Men and women are all dressed up to go out, and the flower beds on both sides are illuminated to be as bright and colorful as in daytime.

At this moment, in a restaurant in Changshoufang, Jian'an, Ye Liangchen was drinking alone. He could drink a lot, but he was not drunk, he was just feeling depressed.

Ever since he won two first prizes in a row and was named the hottest candidate for three first prizes this year, he was always compared with the unknown boy who wrote Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng and Moonlight on a Spring River. However, after all the comparisons, everyone praised him for being talented but also said that no one was as good as him.

The words "not as good as him" stabbed Ye Liangchen in the heart, but from Yangzhou to Suzhou, and from Suzhou to Jiankang, people talked about him everywhere. The talented men appreciated the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, the girls discussed the Thirty-two Poems of Drunkenness, and fantasized about "the swing inside the wall, the road outside the wall, the pedestrians outside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall laughing". Even the girls in his mother's brothel sang "The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face" while shedding tears.

Whenever he heard this, Ye Liangchen would get furious, and the resentment in his heart was indescribable. But he also knew that his impotent rage was of no use. If he really wanted to be better than that person, he would just write a better song and let the world judge it.

But after racking his brains and thinking hard, he found that although what he made was of high quality, it was far inferior to that man's.

He, Ye Liangchen, turned into mud...

"No, he must be sick!"

Ye Liangchen cursed without warning to vent his displeasure. After all, that grandson's series of moves had cut off the way for all the talented people in the world to show off their poetic talent. In recent days, the number of poetry submissions to the Jiankang Poetry Society has plummeted, and instead, there have been various appreciations of the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng or discussions on Spring River Moon Night.

It's not that there are no poems at all, but when these poems are put in comparison, they are just like the enlightenment works of a young child. Not only are they not worth mentioning, they are simply a joke.

In short, all four masterpieces of poetry and songs so far were taken up by that grandson alone, leaving no way out for anyone.

Even Ye Liangchen, a man with the power of three flowers gathered at the top of his head and the potential to hit the three highest marks in a row, now lives in the shadow of that man. But more importantly, that man only exists in legends. Some say that they have seen him in Yangzhou, wearing a green robe and a small hat and saying his name is Jue Zhang; some say that they have seen him in Hongzhou, singing 32 songs while drunk.

"Ah...Ah~~~"

Ye Liangchen sighed three times again, which aroused the curiosity of the people at the next table. Who was at this table? It was Princess Xunyang, Tuoba Yan, who had been teased and humiliated in the Tengwang Pavilion.

Ever since she returned to Jiankang, she had been depressed all day long. She hated Xia Lin so much in her heart that she even hated Tuoba Qian and Prince Teng. But she was only a princess born to a palace maid after all. In terms of status, she was not as popular as Tuoba Qian, a county princess, in front of the emperor. Not to mention that Prince Teng and His Majesty were blood relatives from the same mother. She had to swallow all the grievances and unwillingness alone.

The sea of ​​suffering is endless...

I think among the female playmates, there were daughters of court officials and talented ladies from the market. When they chatted, they would all ask, "Hey? Princess, I think you were also in the Tengwang Pavilion that day. Do you have a share in these thirty-two poems?" When she heard this, she was immediately furious and felt like the sky was falling.

Whenever this happened, she would always reply coldly "No", but those bitches would still keep asking "Why".

Why? Ask Xia Lin, don't ask me! How can I know why if he doesn't write to me? I am also a victim, and the biggest victim! I have been ridiculed for more than half a year, and now that the poem has been spread to Health City, every time I hear someone chanting it, I feel like I am back to the time when I was slapped in the face on the Tengwang Pavilion.

Her cheeks would immediately turn red, either because of embarrassment or anger.

Today was the Lantern Festival, and she had originally planned to go out and relax, guess lantern riddles, watch some opera, listen to some folk songs, and admire the moon. But not long after she sat down, the evil creature at the next table started sighing from nowhere, and the more she listened, the more annoyed she became.

"Why are you sighing? What do you have to sigh about? I didn't sigh at all, so why should you sigh?"

With a heart full of resentment, Princess Xunyang came to Ye Liangchen, her brows furrowed and her eyes filled with anger.

Ye Liangchen was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he was almost poisoned by the incense. Although the girl in front of him had an angry look on her face, her bright eyes, white teeth and graceful face were intoxicating.

"My apologies, young lady. Perhaps my lament disturbed your leisure."

When Ye Liangchen raised his head, Princess Xunyang was stunned for a moment. He was really handsome... his forehead was full and his chin was square. He was handsome and heroic, but also a little melancholy and deep. Just one glance was like an arrow shot from a bow and hit the girl's heart.

Some people's worldviews are determined by their appearance. Princess Xunyang's tone softened after seeing his appearance. She sat down gently, her brows still slightly furrowed, but her tone was already a little concerned. "Have you encountered any difficulties, sir? If you don't mind, I can give you some silver."

After she said that, Ye Liangchen felt much more comfortable. He couldn't help but look into Princess Xunyang's eyes. He couldn't help but admire her charming eyebrows. He didn't expect that there was such a beautiful person in the world.

"Sir?"

"Miss, you worry too much. It's not because I'm short of money... but... Alas..." At this point he sighed again: "Miss, please sit down, I will tell you everything."

He invited Princess Xunyang to sit down, and then began to tell the story between himself and Xia Daosheng, whom he had never met.

"I lament not because I encountered difficulties but because I was a rival of mine. I used to be praised by everyone, but since I met him, I seem to be living in his shadow. Miss, please don't laugh at me, and don't say that I am petty. I am just upset and I am telling the truth."

After listening to his narration, Princess Xunyang almost burst into tears.

A bosom friend! This is exactly a bosom friend! If you ask who in the world can best understand his feelings at the moment, it must be only herself, and it is only his literary talent that is suppressed, but what about herself? She is being ridiculed, slapped in the face, and insulted, but in order to maintain her so-called composure, she can only swallow all her emotions back into her stomach.

Now that she has met a soulmate, she can finally pour out her grievances. So, under the dim moonlight outside, a pair of infatuated man and woman are pouring out their hearts to each other in the house.

"Damn it, damn it! How can you treat a woman like this? If he doesn't write to you, I will write to you!" Ye Liangchen was already filled with righteous indignation at this moment: "I hope the lady won't despise it."

"I don't mind, I don't mind. How could I mind... I'm so happy."

It is said that there is no coincidence in this world. If Xia Lin were here, he would have to sigh, "Damn, this is just a turtle seeing a mung bean." It is really a wonderful fate in the world. The two of them can hook up like this. It is really unexpected...

Ye Liangchen wrote poems for the princess, but the princess couldn't tell good from bad. She didn't care about the choice of words or the meaning of the poem. If it sounded good or rhymed, it was a good poem. She praised Ye Liangchen to the heavens and even made the originally depressed Ye Liangchen confident. He had an illusion that he would not be much worse than Xia Lin after drinking two cups of wine.

This random chat really made the two of them happy. They even went out to visit the lantern market together less than two hours after they knew each other. You know, visiting the night market hand in hand on the Lantern Festival is basically the same as taking a group photo in front of the big mirror in the public toilet at school in 2004 and posting it on their KK space with the caption "We are in love. If I have to add a time limit to this love, I hope it will be ten thousand years."

Of course, their love was actually based on Xia Lin. It is said that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so it is okay for them to be friends, right? But since there is no pure friendship between opposite sexes, it is not a problem for them to evolve into lovers, right?

So now they seem to be visiting lanterns and touring the mountains and rivers on the road, but in fact, all they are talking about is how to kill Xia Lin.

Xia Lin, the man who had been discussed as being skinned and having his tendons pulled out, had just coaxed the crying little princess to sleep, and then took out three handwritten books and handed them to Lao Zhang.

"Take this and print it in the city when the time comes."

Lao Zhang picked it up and took a look: "Introduction to Music and Rhythm, Lishang's Rhymes, Parallel Sentences for Instructing Children... Wow, you are the founder of a school of thought, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm telling you, my poems and songs will be a devastating blow to the entire literary world once they are published. If the poetry culture is destroyed because of me, I won't be able to rest in peace even after I die. Please copy this and sign your name. Do you understand?"

"No." Lao Zhang put the book into his arms and said, "The name must be yours. I, Zhang Shuo, have no problem taking other people's things, but I won't take your things. What's yours is yours. If I take it, who am I?"

"You're just taking what I told you to take. I have too much. You're setting up a sect outside, and I'm accumulating power here to help you become a saint. You're building momentum for me outside to accumulate fame and protect me. Damn it, is this the time to talk about integrity? Wake up."

"Ah, you bastard. You can scold my grandmother, but don't scold my grandma. My grandma was a lieutenant general of the Left Jinwu Army. If she hadn't died early, I don't know how much better our lives would have been."

"Okay, hurry up. It's decided. You can copy it and print it." Xia Lin rubbed his nose and punched Lao Zhang on the shoulder: "Climb up!"

(End of this chapter)