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"Everyone, the person standing beside me is likely unfamiliar to you all. This individual, looking quite haggard and pitiful, is no stranger to the renowned piece titled 'Untitled,' which was penned by this brother here. Today, I am fortunate to accompany him, and just now he recited a poem that left me utterly in awe..." Before Mo Wen could react, Yin Jianren spoke loudly, completely ignoring the dark expression on Mo Wen's face.
"Brother He, please! After hearing your brother's eloquent words, we all wish to see your true self. It would be a shame not to showcase your talent today." As Yin Jianren's words echoed, some in the crowd began to cheer. Mo Wen looked at Yin Jianren's face and wished he could press it into the ground repeatedly. Yet when he turned to the crowd, he could only clasp his hands in greeting.
At that moment, Mo Wen finally understood that Yin Jianren had called him here to serve as a prop. He had heard of wine props and meal props, but a poetry prop was a first for him—and he was the one being used.
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 bow and walk toward it while his mind raced. Even if he wanted to press Yin Jianren's face into the ground, he needed to handle the current situation first.
"I must first thank you all for your kind attention. I am He, who is unworthy. Recently, I have been wandering around this city, observing how the General's residence is working tirelessly for the vengeance of my fellow citizens in Yinzhou. I happened upon some verses and would like to present them for your appreciation. The title of my poem is 'From Military Campaign':
Azure Wind Antelope,
Lonely City Gazes at Jade Gate Pass.
Yellow Sand, Hundred Battles, Worn Golden Armor,
Until Loulan is broken, I shall not return."
As Mo Wen climbed onto the high platform, he offered some formalities before reciting "his" work. At that moment, his heart was filled with anxiety; if someone had read this poem before, his day would be ruined.
"Beautiful verses!" shouted You Ran Shan Xiao Xian from the third floor while sipping tea.
"Yellow Sand, Hundred Battles, Worn Golden Armor; until Loulan is broken, I shall not return. Though I do not know where Loulan is, these lines are truly remarkable. I pride myself on having read countless books but have never encountered such verses that perfectly capture our soldiers' expedition from Yinzhou." A young scholar leaped from the third floor onto the high platform and stood beside Mo Wen.
"This brother's poem undoubtedly deserves to be at the forefront of this Poetry Gathering. This piece 'From Military Campaign' alongside the earlier 'Untitled' will ensure that Brother He leaves a mark in literary history." Upon hearing the young scholar's words, more cheers erupted from the crowd.
"Indeed! However, there are many people 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 this Brother He. Since we are discussing titles, they should be special and memorable. Therefore, in my humble opinion, why not call him Er Gou? His title could be Wandering Monk Ergou. Firstly, I've never encountered anyone with that name among you all; as for being a traveler—after all, we read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." Seeing Yin Jianren step forward to speak made Mo Wen's head spin; this scoundrel did not disappoint him at all. Moreover, "Yin Gongzi" held considerable prestige in Mo Bao Fang—not for his literary talent but for his generous nature in aiding many down-and-out literati.
"So it is Yin Gongzi! Your words are indeed wise." As expected, Yin Jianren's reputation won over most of the crowd. He looked at Mo Wen on the high platform with a smug smile on his face.
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