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Chapter 141: 2!

The carriage had been travelling for half an hour when suddenly there was the sound of gongs and drums.

There was a road blockage ahead, so Qiao Xiaoxi lifted the bed curtain.

All I could hear was students coming and going, telling each other the news.

"Two hundred thousand taels of silver for one poem."

"Oh my, the most expensive poem in history."

"Go quickly, let's fill in one too, just in case we win the lottery and get rich."

The carriage in front stopped, and Zhang Ziyan and Xie Wenchang ran to Qiao Xiaoxi's carriage, panting.

"Thank you, Madam. Two hundred thousand taels for one poem. Do you want to earn it?" Zhang Ziyan looked at Qiao Xiaoxi.

Xie Wenchang looked at Qiao Xiaoxi and smiled: "Sister, this money has to be earned. It is incomparable to the ten taels of silver in the academy."

Qiao Xiaoxi asked worriedly: "Are there any restrictions on men and women? What if they don't want women? This place is not like Shanyang County."

Dean Xie came over and said with a smile: "I heard that the person in charge said that it is only the poems that count, not the person, and it can be done by men, women, young or old. Madam Li might as well give it a try. I think there are not many people in the capital who can write better poems than Madam Li."

Qiao Xiaoxi quickly corrected it: "My master's poem."

Dean Xie laughed: "Come on, come on, come on, it was done by Madam Li's fictitious master."

Two hundred thousand taels for a poem. I have memorized a lot of ancient poems. It would be a waste if I don't earn this money.

With these two hundred thousand taels, Xie Yuxin and Li Tianyou can use them as the foundation of their family. They should never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of their lives!

Is this ancient poetry so valuable?

It was worthless at the time, but it has been passed down through the ages and brought back to this ancient time.

It has become a unique cultural relic, so it should be worth some silver!

Qiao Xiaoxi got off the carriage and followed Li Tianyou, Xie Wenchang and his group.

Look towards the place where the gongs and drums are beating.

It was a three-meter-high platform, square and a bit like the commercial performance stages used by businesses for events today.

There are platforms up and down on both sides, and people can be seen going up from one side and coming down from the other side.

Only when she got closer did Qiao Xiaoxi hear the request clearly.

The person in charge said, "In ten days or so, the Qingming Festival will come. The master wants a poem about the longing between husband and wife. If the poem can move the master and everyone, the reward will be two hundred thousand taels of silver. Here is the silver note."

During the Qingming Festival, husband and wife miss each other, as they are separated by yin and yang.

Su Shi’s “Jiangchengzi”!

Qiao Xiaoxi nodded repeatedly, the two hundred thousand taels were taken.

This poem by Master Su brings out the sadness of couples who have been separated for thousands of years.

Dean Xie looked at Qiao Xiaoxi and smiled: "Madam Li, is there any?"

Qiao Xiaoxi smiled brightly: "Yes, thank you, Dean. I will go up and write the lyrics. Let the children prepare to count the silver."

Looking at the people queuing over there, Qiao Xiaoxi walked over and queued up.

Li Yanming followed Qiao Xiaoxi.

It was Qiao Xiaoxi's turn. Li Yanming pulled Qiao Xiaoxi aside and said, "Girl, Brother Li will go with you."

The manager smiled and said, "Go one at a time, not two at a time."

Qiao Xiaoxi turned to Li Yanming and said with a smile: "Brother Li, look at this, this is about writing lyrics, not fighting. Brother Li, look over there, they are all going up on stage one by one, let's go up and grab the silver."

Li Yanming couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Li, please stand over there in the audience and look at the girl. She will leave from that side."

"Okay, whatever, Big Brother Li, just go on stage. They only allow one person to go on stage at a time. We are here to earn money, so don't break their rules!"

Qiao Xiaoxi climbed up the ladder and walked briskly onto the stage.

The square platform is about thirty square meters in size, with a small room surrounded by curtains on top.

The manager said that the person sitting in the small room was the one who was asking for words.

The young lady stood over there and recited the words, and someone wrote them down.

Qiao Xiaoxi walked to the front of the room with a smile on her face. There was a gentleman sitting there, holding a pen and waiting to write.

Ah! I don't even need to write or recite a poem, I only need to memorize one, and two hundred thousand taels of silver will come.

To travel back to this ancient time, I really have to thank my teacher, who forced me to memorize ancient poems, lyrics and essays for more than ten years!

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Qiao Xiaoxi stood in front of the curtain, her face filled with a bright smile, her eyebrows were curved like willow leaves, her eyes were curved like almonds, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her mouth was a cherry, the corners of her mouth were upturned, and there were round dimples on her cheeks.

Ten years have passed, and the little pheasant hasn't changed at all.

It hasn't changed at all from what it was ten years ago.

Is this a dream or an illusion?

Zhao Wudi's mood was as surging as the waves.

Time seemed to stand still, and all I could see was Qiao Xiaoxi's figure, as if it were an illusory dream.

Zhao Wudi couldn't believe his eyes, his throat was so tight that he couldn't speak.

Endless joy and relief welled up in my heart, and tears couldn't help but flow out.

For the past ten years, my longing for her has been with me all the time.

But at this moment, the person was standing in front of him, and Zhao Wudi's heart was filled with fear.

I dare not disturb him, just like the warmest person in my childhood. Every time I moved, I opened my eyes and found it was a dream.

Qiao Xiaoxi turned around and waved to the audience.

Reciting Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi, Dream Record" aloud:

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable.Thousands of miles of lonely grave, there is nowhere to say desolate.

Even if they meet, they should not know it, dusty face, temples like frost.

At night, You Meng suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window, dressing.There is nothing but tears.

Expected to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

After Qiao Xiaoxi finished reciting the poem, she was also immersed in the lyrics.