Did You Write This Poem? All the Nobles in the Court Bowed Their Heads

[Also known as: Full-level Wenzhao Gong, my poems on my back are amazing in the prosperous age] [History + Imagination + No System + Wenzhaogong + Plot Flow] Ye Xiu traveled to a world where literary style flourished and became a little bookboy in the Su family of Liangzhou Governor. The eldest lady at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was forced to compose an impromptu poem, and the noble girl mocked her for being empty. He squatted in the corner and ate snacks: "Red beans are born in the South..." All the talented people in the room sneered: "That's bullshit!" Ye Xiu slowly swallowed the mung bean cake and continued: "Spring comes and I send out some branches." There was a sudden silence among the guests. When he played an absolute song, even the prince and the master were in awe. "May I ask which Confucian disciple it is?" Everyone opened the case and saw a boy in coarse cloth licking the frosting on his fingertips: "Study in the countryside is not worth mentioning."