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

The Fifth Prince looked at "Jiang Xue" with his brows furrowed, muttering to himself, and pondering over the verses.

Xie Yun's pretty face, which had been calm before, was now filled with solemnity as she stared at the poem on the display board without blinking.

If "Dusk" is a masterpiece that is difficult for them to write, then "Snow on the River" is a famous work like the poet Xie Qian, which is hard to come by in one's lifetime.

Poems of this level would completely crush the younger generation at this literary gathering, leaving the two of them without even the slightest thought of competing with each other.

“Why do I feel that this poem appearing here is a bit bullying?”

"Yes, this poem should not appear in our literary gathering."

"This poem is worthy of being called a masterpiece through the ages."

“So who wrote this poem?”

"I do not know either."

"Could it be that some leader of the poetry world is also coming to attend the literary gathering?"

Everyone was talking about it.

"This poem is well written," Su Wan said, although she couldn't tell exactly what was good about the poem.

The poem "Snow on the River" does not contain any gorgeous or obscure words, and anyone who can read can understand it.

But the scenery it describes is vivid and the artistic conception it depicts hits people's hearts directly. Therefore, even people like Su Wan and Wang Shishi who don't like poetry feel quite shocked after reading it.

No one questioned that "Snow on the River" won the first place, but everyone wanted to know who the author of this poem was.

Xie Qian's eyes swept across the VIP seats and then fell on Su An.

Guo Pu's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.

"The author of 'Jiang Xue' is the son of Marquis Shenwei, Su An."

Xie Qian announced.

There was an uproar on and off the platform.

"what?"

"Did I hear it wrong!"

"Did the prince write this poem?"

"how is this possible?"

“There is something shady going on.”

"Could it be that Mr. Xie misread the name?"

"Maybe he bought it."

"Even Mr. Xie may not be able to write a poem like this. Can you tell me where I can buy one? I would spend all my money to buy one."

"Jiang Xue" was written by Su An, which brought more surprises to everyone than the fact that "Jiang Xue" appeared at this literary gathering.

Xie Yun and the Fifth Prince looked at each other and could see the absurdity in each other's eyes. They acknowledged that Guo Pu could write "Dusk" as he himself had certain attainments in poetry. But why could Su An write such a famous piece of poetry as "Snow on the River"?

"impossible."

Guo Pu felt that the world had gone crazy. Everyone in the capital knew that Su An was a good-for-nothing. How could he write such a poem?

"The last time I met with the King of Runan, he praised the prince's poetry skills to us, but I didn't take it seriously."

Xie Qian stroked his beard and smiled.

"Now I know that what King Runan said is true."

Under the spotlight of the crowd, Su An appeared very calm and modestly said, "Articles are born by nature, and they are created by a master's hand. I just saw the picture of the snowy river, and a light bulb suddenly flashed in my mind. By chance, I wrote this poem "Snow on the River". "

Xie Qian smiled disapprovingly.

It does take coincidence and luck to create this poem, but if Su An did not have a high level of attainment in poetry, he would not have been able to write such beautiful lines as "The birds have flown away from the thousands of mountains, and the people have disappeared from the thousands of paths."

Xie Qian also asked King Runan. Su An had been in seclusion studying for the past month. He just received news yesterday that there would be a literary gathering this afternoon. Such a short time was not enough for him to find such a poem. In addition, King Runan had a good character, so Xie Qian believed that this poem was written by Su An.

At this time, Guo Pu raised his hand and stood up.

"Mr. Xie, it's not that I don't believe in your judgment and think this poem doesn't deserve to be the first. It's just that everyone knows that the prince is a poet. I have some doubts whether this poem was written by the prince."

"I feel the same way."

"The prince cannot write such a poem."

"Yes, many of the poetry masters' works are hard to compare with "Jiang Xue"."

Many people agreed that if Su An had taken out poems like "Yang Liu Yi" or "Shattered Jade", although they were shocked, they could still convince themselves that it was just that Su An had an outstanding talent in poetry.

But it is ridiculous for him, who is said to have only been exposed to poetry for two months, to say that Jiang Xue was written by him.

Xie Qian saw everyone's reactions, he had expected this.

But there are always a few unreasonable geniuses in history. Their talents are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people and they are also subject to many doubts.

Xie Qian looked at the son of the Marquis of Shenwei, who was sitting on the sandalwood chair with a relaxed and gentle expression.

From his temperament, it can be seen that he is definitely a person who devotes himself to studying, and not a playboy who indulges in fun as rumored by the outside world.

"Prince of Runan, was this "Snow on the River" really written by the prince?" asked the Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion.

"He was able to write that unnamed poem a month ago. It is not impossible for him to write 'Snow on the River' after a month of seclusion and study of poetry."

Although King Runan was also very shocked by this, he pretended to have expected it.

The Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion nodded and asked no more questions.

No matter what, Su An is one of them. Even if he bought the poem, the Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion would still speak for Su An.

"Excuse me, Sir, can you prove that this poem was written by you?" Guo Pu stared at Su An and asked aggressively.

This question expressed what was in everyone's mind. Everyone looked at Su An to see how he would answer.

Su An said calmly, "Whether "Jiang Xue" was written by me or not will be determined by the three seniors."

"That means that Your Highness cannot prove to us that you wrote this poem?" Guo Pu pressed, and he emphasized the word "we".

This was almost a direct statement, it was Su An who bribed the three judges and created a shady deal.

On the judging panel, the Prince of Runan had already shown obvious displeasure, and the Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion also frowned, but Xie Qian looked normal.

"Senior brother, please talk less." Zhou Qingyu noticed this scene and pulled Guo Pu's sleeve.

"Junior sister, wait, I will definitely expose the true face of this poetry plagiarist." Guo Pu said firmly.

Zhou Qingyu was somewhat helpless. She felt that Guo Pu was a little too aggressive in targeting Su An. Apart from the other judges, the top poet Xie Qian was highly respected and was not someone who would do such a thing.

"Mr. Guo, you and I are just participants in this literary gathering. I don't think there is any need for me to prove anything to you." Even in the face of Guo Pu's questioning, Su An remained calm.

His calm demeanor caused many people to wonder: Su An seemed too confident, and didn't seem like a poetry thief.

"You say that because it's impossible to prove it." Guo Pu sneered.

Su An was too lazy to pay attention to him and did not respond to him.

Guo Pu thought that he was showing weakness, so he sneered and sat down again.

Zhou Qingyu copied down "Snow on the River" on a piece of calligraphy paper, glanced at Su An with a probing look in her beautiful eyes, and then looked at the poem in deep thought.

Guo Pu's questioning did not stop the progress of the literary gathering, and soon the second stage of the literary gathering began.