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"Esteemed guests, the person standing beside me is likely unfamiliar to you all. However, the frail figure you see here should not be a stranger; the poem 'Untitled' was penned by this brother. Today, I am fortunate to accompany him, and he has just recited a verse that has left me utterly in awe..." Before Mo Wen could react, Yin Jianren spoke loudly, completely disregarding Mo Wen's darkened expression.
"Brother He, please! After hearing your brother's words, we all wish to see your true form. It is a rare opportunity to meet you today; you must show us your talent!" Upon hearing Yin Jianren's words, some in the crowd began to cheer, while Mo Wen glared at Yin Jianren, wishing he could press his face into the ground repeatedly. Yet when he turned to face the crowd, he could only clasp his hands in greeting.
At that moment, Mo Wen finally understood that Yin Jianren had summoned him to play the role of a performer. He had heard of wine and meal scams, but being a poetry prop was a first for him—and he was it.
The crowd ahead had parted to create a path leading directly to the foot of the high platform. Mo Wen had no choice but to walk towards it while bowing his head in greeting. His mind raced; even if he wanted to press Yin Jianren's face into the ground, he needed to handle the current situation first.
"First of all, I would like to thank you all for your kind attention. I am He Mo, an unworthy man who has recently wandered around this city. I have observed the General's Mansion working tirelessly for the revenge of my fellow citizens in Yinzhou. By chance, I have composed some verses and present them here for your appreciation. The title of my work is 'From Military Campaign':
Azure Wind Antelope,
Lonely City Gazes at Jade Gate Pass.
Yellow Sand, Hundred Battles, Worn Golden Armor,
Not breaking Loulan shall I return."
As Mo Wen climbed onto the high platform, he offered some polite words before reciting "his" work. At that moment, anxiety filled his heart; what if someone had already read this poem? Then today would be his end.
"Excellent verses!" called out You Ran Shan Xiao Xian from the third floor while sipping tea.
"Yellow Sand, Hundred Battles, Worn Golden Armor; not breaking Loulan shall I return. Though I know not where Loulan lies, these lines are indeed remarkable. I pride myself on having read countless books but have never encountered verses that so perfectly capture our soldiers' expedition from Yinzhou." The young scholar leaped down from the third floor and stood beside Mo Wen on the high platform.
"This brother's composition is undoubtedly the highlight of this Poetry Gathering. This 'From Military Campaign' alongside 'Untitled' will ensure Brother He’s name is immortalized in literary history." Hearing the young scholar's words spurred more cheers from the crowd.
"Indeed! However, there are many with the surname He in this world; this brother should adopt an elegant title for posterity."
The scene descended into chaos as everyone began suggesting elegant titles for Mo Wen, hoping their suggestions would gain acceptance. What was originally a Poetry Gathering to honor the Yinzhou army transformed into a naming ceremony for " Great Poet He."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am an old acquaintance of Brother He. Since we are discussing names, they must be special and memorable. Therefore, in my humble opinion, why not call Brother He 'Er Gou' and give him the title ' Wandering Monk Ergou'? Firstly, I have never encountered anyone with that name among you all; as for 'Xing Zhe,' we are all travelers who have read thousands of books and journeyed thousands of miles." Seeing Yin Jianren stand up to speak made Mo Wen's head spin; this scoundrel did not disappoint him. Moreover, "Yin Gongzi" held considerable sway in Mo Bao Fang—not due to his literary talent but because of his generous nature that helped many down-and-out literati.
"So it is Yin Gongzi! Your words are quite insightful." Indeed, Yin Jianren's reputation won over most people present. He looked at Mo Wen on the high platform with a smug grin on his face.
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