The Rebirth of the Prince: Starting from Not Being a Doglicker

Xie Qian picked up the paper that fell on the table.

The poem "Dusk" was already an extremely outstanding poem, surpassing "Broken Jade" and "Willows Swaying", and was chosen by him as the first.

Therefore, Xie Qian did not care much about this lost poem. He just took a quick look at it and threw it into the pile of manuscripts.

His eyes fell on the paper and his whole body paused for a moment. The next moment, his expression turned serious.

Xie Qian straightened his back, sat upright, stroked his beard with one hand, and looked at the draft in his hand.

As he watched, Xie Qian couldn't help but let out a light sigh of praise.

"wonderful!"

"wonderful!"

“I thought that Sunset was already a beautiful poem, but I didn’t expect that there are always people who are better than you.”

"I wonder which young man could write such a beautiful sentence."

The servants had already packed up the manuscript and taken it away. Seeing Xie Qian still looking at a piece of paper, the King of Runan was a little puzzled. "What is Mr. Xie looking at? Hasn't the first place been chosen?"

"Not really. With this poem, 'Dusk' still cannot take the top spot. This poem is expected to be passed down through the ages." Xie Qian sighed.

Soon, the judging time was over, and everyone on and off the stage sat upright, waiting for the three judges to announce the results.

"I am very satisfied with your excellent work this time." Xie Qian smiled with satisfaction.

"Now, I will show you the excellent poems we have selected one by one."

The servants moved the display board with the poem on it to the platform so that everyone could read what was written on it.

First, the first poem.

"Broken jade."

"Which picture of spring snow does this poem correspond to?"

“It’s so beautifully written.”

Everyone saw the poem on the display board and started discussing it.

"This is a poem written by Xie Yun." Zhou Qingyu pondered for a moment.

This poem fits Xie Yun's poetic style. The characteristic of her poetry is "beauty", and the imagery and artistic conception are very beautiful.

"This poem is well written. Judging from the style of the poem, it should be written by Miss Xie."

“This poem is the best.”

"Probably not. This is the first poem shown."

"Then let's look at the Fifth Prince's poem next."

Xie Qian announced the result, and the author of the poem was Xie Yun. Everyone turned their eyes to her.

Xie Yun sat upright, dressed in a white dress as bright as the moon, with a beautiful face and a calm expression.

When her own poem was displayed first, Xie Yun knew that she would definitely not win the first prize. However, it was not surprising to lose to the Fifth Prince, as his attainments in poetry were not inferior to hers.

Soon, the servants brought the display board with the second poem onto the platform.

Everyone looked at the poem and started discussing it.

"Yang Liu Yi Yi?"

"The willows are reluctant to leave. How wonderful."

"It's about parting, the long pavilion and the ancient road."

"Your Highness is good at expressing sadness in a happy scene."

"Your Highness the Fifth Prince, this poem is good."

"So the first prize goes to His Highness the Fifth Prince?"

"I feel that Miss Xie's poems are not bad either."

"Yes, they are equally matched. They should be ranked first."

After Xie Qian announced the author of this poem, he said,

"Both of these poems are rare masterpieces, and it is hard to tell which is better. Now let's look at the third poem, which is even better than the first two."

Everyone looked surprised.

"Mr. Xie means that the winner is not the Fifth Prince or Miss Xie, but someone else?"

"Who else can write poetry better than Xie Yun and the Fifth Prince?"

Zhou Qingyu also looked curious.

"Junior sister, just wait and see, this poem is definitely very good." Guo Pu smiled confidently.

Soon, the servants carried the display board with the third poem on it onto the platform.

"The mountains are dark at dusk, and the geese are flying back in the clouds."

"The autumn wind hurries up the leaves, where can I find out when they will return home?"

"Konoha?"

"Writing about the mountains at dusk and the falling leaves in the autumn wind is used to express the feeling of sorrow and to express the emotion through the scenery."

"The use of leaves to depict the decline and desolation of autumn, and to highlight the longing for home."

"The first three sentences describe the scene, and the last sentence expresses the emotion, and the transition is natural."

"This poem is wonderful. I wonder which brother wrote it?"

"Although the poems by the Fifth Prince and Miss Xie are good, this poem is still better."

"Konoha." Xie Yun sighed lightly. This poem was indeed good. It was not easy for her to write such a poem. She could accept being defeated by "Dusk".

The Fifth Prince also frowned slightly, and finally shook his head helplessly, "Slightly inferior."

“So this poem is the winner.”

"His Highness the Fifth Prince and Miss Xie deserved their defeat."

"Yes, I don't know who has such a talent for poetry and hides it so well."

Under everyone's gaze, Xie Qian looked at Guo Pu and announced.

"The author of this poem is Guo Pu, a disciple of Zhou Daxueshi."

Countless eyes turned to Guo Pu, and Guo Pu felt the feeling of being the center of attention.

He tried hard to show the demeanor of a master who was not easily surprised by praise or criticism, but he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth. Especially when he noticed Zhou Qingyu's surprised look towards him, he felt even more proud.

"Senior brother, you have such a talent for poetry?" Zhou Qingyu was a little bit unbelieving. Guo Pu's attainments in poetry were better than hers, but he couldn't write poems of this quality either.

It seems that as my senior brother said, he has indeed made a lot of progress in poetry during this period.

Everyone looked at Guo Pu with a little surprise. Most of them had heard of Guo Pu. After all, he was a disciple of Grand Secretary Zhou, and he himself had a pretty good attainment in poetry. It was just not as good as the Fifth Prince and Xie Yun. Being able to write poems that surpassed these two seemed to be a rare achievement.

Guo Pu tried hard for a long time and finally suppressed the upturned corners of his mouth. He had a calm expression, looking at the judges' seats with confidence, ready to wait for Xie Qian to announce the final result.

Xie Qian stroked his beard and smiled.

"I have already announced two of the top three. Now I will show you the best poems we have selected."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and looked incredulous.

"Is there a better poem?" Zhou Qingyu looked surprised.

She thought Xie Yun's poem was very good, comparable to the poems of some senior poets, and she felt that she would never be able to write a poem like that in her lifetime.

Senior brother’s song “Sunset” is even more outstanding, surpassing Xie Yun and the Fifth Prince.

But "Higurashi" is only the second? How good must the first one be?

Guo Pu had the same idea as Zhou Qingyu, and they both found it unbelievable. If it weren't for Xie Qian and the two poetry masters standing on the stage, he would have stood up and questioned it.

Xie Qian did not keep everyone waiting for long, and soon the last poem appeared before everyone.

Koyuki

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

The lonely boat Yukao Kazane and the snow of the Kangare Kanoe.

……

You can hear the needle drop.

This was the atmosphere on and off the stage after everyone saw this poem.

No one spoke. Everyone stared at the short twenty words on the display board. Everyone had a shocked expression.

Everyone seemed to be able to see heavy snow falling on a cold river, no birds flying, no people, the sky and the earth were desolate, and everything was white. There was only a man in a straw raincoat, fishing alone in a solitary boat on the cold river.

Zhou Qingyu shuddered, and goose bumps appeared on his smooth white arms. The infectiousness and expressiveness of this poem were amazing.

Guo Pu also had an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He looked among the people on and off the platform, wanting to know who could have hidden himself so deeply that he could have written such a poem.

However, Guo Pu found that everyone was staring at the poem intently, not like the author of the poem, except... Su An.

He looked at the display board calmly and indifferently, and when he noticed his gaze, he nodded politely to him.

This poem couldn't possibly have been written by Su An, right?

This absurd thought popped up in Guo Pu's mind.

impossible.

It must be that Su An, the good-for-nothing prince, is uneducated and unable to appreciate how brilliant this poem is, so he is so calm.