Great Wei scholar

Talented scholars from the Ten Kingdoms were so disrespectful yesterday, who can laugh today?

What the talented scholars of the Ten Kingdoms did was like giving Wei a slap in the face. If you can still laugh at this, then there is something wrong.

Everyone was silent.

Even if it is a song and dance performance, it can't make everyone laugh.

Everyone hopes that the time will pass quickly, go straight to the poetry writing session, and then publish it immediately.

An hour later.

This time it was Chen Zhengru who came up with the question.

"This time, the theme is a banquet."

"One poem per person, don't write more."

Chen Zhengru spoke the same as yesterday, but added an extra rule.

Everyone was a little curious, and they didn't know why this rule was added.

Is it possible that someone can write two poems in one go?

Also, this question is inexplicably...difficult.

banquet?

Why this question?

People are more curious.

It's just curiosity, but everyone started writing immediately.

At the banquet, Chen Zhengru and others all looked at Hua Xingyun.

And Hua Xingyun did live up to the expectations, he put pen to paper.

In an instant, the talent surged, and the words fell on the white paper, blooming with golden light.

"Okay! A word of gold, a word of gold!"

"Extreme work! Extreme work!"

At this moment, many people opened their mouths. When they saw Hua Xingyun's words blooming with golden light, they instantly understood what was going on.

A word of gold is a symbol of poetry.

It is not as good as the ancient poems, but it is also a masterpiece, a rare masterpiece.

At this moment, many talented scholars in the Ten Kingdoms frowned. Facing the works that are worth a thousand dollars, they naturally felt a little emotional and felt powerless.

Most of the works are evaluated by great scholars after they are written, and even these works are excellent works.

It is also limited to poetry.

But if it can attract a vision, this is the recognition of heaven and earth.

A word of gold is a kind of recognition.

Upward is Zhen Guo Poetry.

Then there are famous poems through the ages.

Not to mention the famous poems through the ages, it is difficult to suppress the country's poems.

Not only the common people, but also the six ministers, the great Confucian scholars of the Wei Wen Palace, and the deans of the four major academies also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, with smiles on their faces.

But right now.

boom!

A thunderous sound exploded.

At this moment, among the crowd, a handsome man was full of talent.

The billowing energy pours into the paper.

There was a thunderous sound.

It directly scattered the poems in Hua Xingyun's hands.

The next moment, the words on the white paper turned into rays of light, jumped out of the paper, and flew towards the sky.

Each character keeps multiplying, and it is as big as a hundred feet, hanging in the sky above Da Wei.

At the moment, the complexions of the great Confucian scholars, the six ministers and others became very ugly in an instant.

Because, this is... Zhen Guo Poetry!

"Hiss! Brother Li En has written a poem for the country!"

"This is brother Li En from Henglu Academy in the Southern Kingdom."

"Brother Li is a great talent!"

"Hiss, you actually wrote the poetry of the country? Brother Li is really a great talent."

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect Brother Li En to be able to write poems for the country. I'm having a lot of fun today, I'm having a lot of fun today."

"Okay, okay, okay, I want to see if anyone dares to say that this poem is not good today."

"Everyone, it's impossible for this poem to only rank second?"

"Poems governing the country, brother Li, this is a great talent of all ages."

"If brother Li's poem is still ranked second today, then it doesn't matter if the great Wei doesn't come in the future."

"Is this still ranked second? If I want to rank second, then I will stop studying in the future and forget about farming."

"Not necessarily, it depends on whether the great Confucians agree or not."

At this moment, the talented scholars of the ten countries boiled up instantly.

They were excited, but also ridiculed what happened yesterday.

But the talented scholars of the Great Wei all had ugly faces.

Hua Xingyun was also a little displeased, but he didn't say much.

As for the people of Great Wei, they were more silent than each other.

Are you angry that you lost to the opponent on your own territory?

Still so yin and yang?

"It's ridiculous, it's still unknown whether I can be number one."

"Yeah, are you sure about it so soon?"

"How many hours are left?"

Some people were not convinced and couldn't help but speak.

It's just that it's okay if you don't speak, but when you speak, more voices rang out.

"Isn't this number one? Zhen Guoshi! Why are you so stubborn?"

"As long as the great Confucians are a little bit more impartial, this is number one."

"Isn't Zhenguo poetry the first? What is the first? Is a single word worth a thousand dollars?"

"Could it be that there are still famous poems through the ages?"

"Oh, I understand. You want to say that Xu Qingxiao hasn't come yet, right? It doesn't matter if he comes or not. No matter how powerful Xu Qingxiao is, he can compose famous poems through the ages at will?"

"Don't be so stubborn, is it so difficult to admit that you are not good?"

Talented scholars from the Ten Kingdoms took turns to speak. Literati are inherently arrogant and talkative, and many people are red-faced when they say something.

"Xu Wangu didn't come because he looked down on you, otherwise do you really think he won't come?"

"That's right, there are nouns for thousands of years, famous sayings through the ages, the first parallel prose through the ages, do you have any?"

"That's right, when Xu Wangu comes, it's really unknown whether he will be the first or not."

The people opened their mouths, and even many literati of the Great Wei couldn't help but speak, including some people from the Wen Palace of the Great Wei.

Although they don't like Qingxiao.

But at this time, it is impossible not to support Xu Qingxiao.

"Chen Ru, the student is willing to write another poem, is it possible?"

At this time, Hua Xingyun suddenly said that he wanted to compose another poem.

In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up.

Somewhat excited.

Talented scholars from the Ten Kingdoms frowned. After all, everyone understood Hua Xingyun's talent.

Maybe there is a turning point.

"Brother Hua, Chen Ru has already said that each person is limited to one poem. It's not because he's afraid that Brother Hua will make any poems."

"It's just...is it against the rules?"

At this moment, someone spoke up, thinking that it was not in compliance with the rules, and blocked the other party's way with this point.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were said, everyone's expressions changed.

Chen Zhengru was also a little depressed.

The reason why he restricted one person to one song was because someone wrote more than a dozen poems in one go, so he added this restriction.

Unexpectedly, he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

The current situation is very embarrassing.

If you agree to come down.

Even if they make better poems, the talented scholars of the ten countries will never agree.

But if you don't agree, you will lose too thoroughly today.

Everyone has grievances about what happened yesterday, and if Wei loses, I'm afraid it will cause trouble.

"Rules are rules."

"But it's true that the hour hasn't come yet. We'll wait for the banquet to make a decision. Don't stop, everyone, just write."

Chen Zhengru spoke.

Do not change the rules.

But he still has one hope.

As soon as these words were said, the talented scholars of the Ten Kingdoms smiled even more.

At this time, Chen Zhengru whispered in the guard's ear.

"Quickly go to Shouren Academy, invite Xu Qingxiao to come!"

His voice was not loud, but it was full of determination.

The four major academies, the Great Wei Wengong, including many common people saw this scene, and the talented scholars of the ten countries also saw it.

They couldn't hear what Chen Ru said, but everyone guessed what it was.

At that moment, the guards set off and left immediately.

And Chen Zhengru was both worried and a little annoyed.

Who is this Chen Xinghe?

Hurt self and others!

at this time.

At the feast, there was finally laughter.

But it's all the laughter of talented scholars from ten countries.

The people of the Great Wei, the literati of the Great Wei, seemed unusually quiet.

Polarization has formed.

But everyone is waiting.