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Chen Yulou frowned, and he naturally saw that Wang Jun was using him to report the recovery, but he didn't say anything in front of the prince.

What's more, although he didn't taunt Zhao Xie just now, but as a son of an aristocratic family, he also looked down on Zhao Xie with his eyes above the top, and even more looked down on Su Xun, who was willing to be a lowly and low-ranking scholar.

The poor men had a good impression of Su Xun, but they were just anxious about this matter, but they had nothing to do.

They looked at Su Xun and Zhao Xie, but found that Zhao Xie was not only not worried at all, but also very excited.

This made everyone wonder for a while, Su Xun was about to face disaster, Zhao Xie didn't worry, why was he so excited?

Looking at Su Xun again, his face was calm, Taishan collapsed without changing his face, and his calm bearing was admirable.

Chu Zhao didn't know anything about the previous matter, and after hearing Wang Jun's words, he immediately looked at Su Xun: This man, even Wang Jun admires your poetic talent, this is rare, please write a poem to let the lonely Eye-opening.

Chu Zhao likes poetry, dance, prose, and ink.

This talented man, please, could it be that you don't even give the Crown Prince's face? Wang Jun walked up to Su Xun, with playfulness and sarcasm in his eyes.

Fight with me, are you worthy too?

Su Xun smiled helplessly, looked at Wang Jun and said, Forget it, I didn't want to be in the limelight today, but Nai Heer and the others have to force me to stand out.

The aristocratic family members laughed when they heard this. Do you really think that your own poetry is comparable to Chen Yulou?

Chen Yulou also showed a touch of disdain in his eyes. He felt that this person was arrogant, and said, This brother should hurry up and write poetry. I'm also curious if you can really compare with me.

Of course I can't be compared with you. Su Xun looked at Chen Yulou and said.

Everyone was stunned again when they heard the words, apparently not expecting Su Xun to bow his head and admit defeat.

Chen Yulou looked sarcastic, and it is considered that you are a little self-aware, otherwise you will be grandstanding.

Chu Zhao frowned. At this time, he also felt that something was wrong.

Zhao Xie was puzzled. In his opinion, Su Xun was obviously more powerful than Chen Yulou. Why would he belittle himself and say that he could not be compared with him?

Su Xun didn't explain. He got up, shook his folding fan, and chanted, Yun likes clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon.

boom!

Everyone's mind suddenly exploded, blank.

There are people here with real talents and practical learning. Just listening to these two sentences is already better than Chen Yulou.

It was only then that the poor men came to a realization. No wonder Zhao Xie wasn't worried at all. It turned out that Su Xun had this talent for a long time.

Chen Yulou's expression changed, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

The proud smile on Wang Jun's face gradually stiffened.

Chu Zhao's eyes widened, and he couldn't wait to listen.

The girl who led the dance was even more empathetic and let go (*/ω＼*).

Su Xun spoke again: If I hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have met Yaotai under the moon.

The voice fell, and the silence in the hall was terrifying.

Everyone looked at Su Xun with dull eyes.

They never thought that Su Xun actually wrote better poems than Chen Yulou.

Chen Yulou was shocked, then became unwilling, and then relieved.

He only now understands why Su Xun said earlier that he could not be compared with him, because he was not qualified to be compared with Su Xun.

After a long time he was the clown himself.

Wang Jun, on the other hand, began to suspect that it was life. He was just talking casually. How could he have thought that this person was actually stronger than Chen Yulou.

Okay! Chu Zhao stood up, shouted to break the silence, and looked at Su Xun excitedly: I dare to ask this juren, this poem has a name.

Qingping tone. Su Xun slowly spit out three words.

Chu Zhao praised again and again: It's a very clear and peaceful tone, just based on this poem, today's banquet is worth it. It's a big white, and dare to ask people what to call them.

He was curious as to why he had never heard of such a genius.

Go back to Your Highness, my surname is Su Mingxun, a person from Qingzhou Prefecture. Su Xun replied.

Chu Zhao recited the name twice in silence, then took off the jade pendant from his waist and gave it to Su Xun himself: Su Juren, I wish you high school with this pendant.

Everyone looked at Su Xun with envy and jealousy, but they felt normal.

Thank you, Your Highness. Su Xun didn't waver.

Chu Zhao looked at Wang Jun again and laughed loudly: Wang Jun, Wang Jun, I didn't expect you to be reliable once, so let me ask you, how did you know Su Ju's talent?

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Wang Jun with strange expressions.

The corner of Wang Jun's mouth twitched twice, resisting the urge to vomit blood and said, Your Highness Mingjian, I don't know Su Juren at all, but this is the first time I met Su Juren, I felt that Su Juren is very talented. I didn't expect it to be true.

Originally wanted to cheat Su Xun, but he didn't, and now he had to praise him, Wang Jun was extremely depressed.

Your intuition is quite accurate. Chu Zhao said with a half-smile.

He is not a fool, how could he have not noticed something wrong until now.

Wang Jun lowered his head and said nothing, knowing that Chu Zhao had seen it, but he was not worried, the other party would not trouble him for this trivial matter.

Chen Yulou walked towards Su Xun, and bowed his hands: Brother Su is so talented, Yulou is convinced by the defeat.

He didn't become angry, and he didn't say a word, but he took the initiative to admit defeat, which was more magnanimous.

It's just a fluke. Su Xun said modestly, then returned to his seat and sat down.

Everyone knew that after this banquet, Su Xun took the name of Dong Yujing.

An hour later, the banquet was over.

The crowd dispersed.

Poetry is nothing more than a little Doyle. On the day of the test, the Gongyuan will see the level. Wang Jun said coldly when he passed by Su Xun, obviously not reconciled.

Su Xun just smiled unconvincingly, then followed Zhao Xie and the other poor men to leave alone for the second half.

And of course he was surrounded by the center.

Su Xun had previously helped Zhao Xie to win the favor of poor scholars, but he just showed his talent and established his status.

I believe that soon he will be able to become a young leader among the poor men.

In the Penglai Pavilion.

Qingping tone, good poetry, really good poetry.

Chu Zhao wrote down the poem silently, appreciating it over and over again, and sighing.

The eunuch behind him asked, His Royal Highness, since you value Su Xun so much, why don't you bring him under your command?

Is it important? I just appreciate his poetry. Chu Zhao shook his head and put the poem in his hand aside: No hurry, wait until the imperial examination is over, and see if he is qualified to do things for my East Palace.

Poetry is just a trail, and it still depends on whether Su Xun can pass the palace exam and gain fame.

If you can't even pass the jinshi exam, then you're just a bastard who can recite poetry and write right.

Although Chu Zhao likes poetry, poetry, and dance, he knows very well that these things are useless in governing the country and doing things.

Although poetry is also tested in the exam, it does not mean that poetry is useful, especially in the eyes of the practical school.