"The bright moon hangs high over the nine provinces, and we celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together."

The world is at peace, a time of prosperity; the emperor's grace flows like the sea.

The moonlight shines on the jade palaces and towers, and the fine wine in the golden goblets intoxicates the heart.

May every year bring such a beautiful night, so that we may all admire the moon's beauty together, as Xie Lingyun revered the Grand Tutor.

Lin Shixuan clenched his fists tightly.

Damn Lin Rui'an, how come his brain has become so much smarter in just a few days?

Lin Rui'an glanced indifferently at the stage, without making any further moves.

"This Lin Rui'an seems quite good too. Look at these poems. They not only include the Mid-Autumn Festival and the emperor, but also pray for the coming year. He even thanked the Grand Tutor."

"Wow, I think it's even better than Lin Shixuan's reading?"

“I think Lin Shixuan recited it well. Listen to the longing in his poems.”

"I feel that this poem is not something a person his age should understand. Who is he missing? His wife and mother are both by his side, so what is there to be sad about?"

The crowd was puzzled, and then asked.

"That's true, but why are all his poems so stylistically different? It seems we really don't understand the world of talented people."

Lin Shixuan gritted his teeth.

Zou Wanqing said, "Brother, the competition is about winning and losing. We don't need to pay attention to other unimportant things."

"A bunch of ignorant and vulgar commoners, they would never understand."

Lin Wanwan smiled brightly as she watched the two of them whispering to each other.

"Brother~"

"Mud~"

Don't be afraid.

She reached out her small hand and tugged at the corner of Lin Rui'an's mouth, trying to make him smile.

[Big brother, smile!]

Lin Rui'an couldn't help but chuckle and pinched Lin Wanwan's little face. "Brother is very happy, not unhappy at all."

"whee…"

When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the heavens.

I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace.

I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade palaces and towers, where the heights are unbearably cold.

Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world!

The moon turns to the red pavilion, shines through the low, ornate windows, illuminating my sleepless night.

People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect.

May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart.

As the poem was recited, Lin Rui'an couldn't help but look over.

This poem was recited beautifully.

But when he met Lin Shixuan's provocative gaze, Lin Rui'an knew that this was not his own creation.

Many people in the audience praised the poem.

"You read it so well! I didn't expect Lin Shixuan to be so talented. He truly deserves to be called a scholar from Bianjing."

"Yes, yes, if he's second, absolutely no one would dare to claim first place."

"Lin Shixuan, it seems this hundred taels of silver is definitely yours!"

Lin Shixuan's anger finally subsided considerably.

Lin Rui'an wants to fight against himself?

snort!

My sister possesses thousands of years of culture, which he cannot compare to.

...

The match was quickly coming to an end.

Many ordinary people and talented scholars wrote poems about it.

Lin Shixuan stood arrogantly in the crowd, already the focus of attention, and he enjoyed the spotlight.

So what if you divorce him?

So what if it's an illegitimate child?

The people of Bianjing ultimately appreciated the scholar.

He was confident that he could win this time.

"Alright everyone, the competition is over. Next up is the voting."

"This vote was not decided by me, but by the people in the audience."

"There are fifteen poets tonight, please have all fifteen of them stand up."

As soon as the host finished speaking, many people walked towards the stage.

Before long, the stage was filled with people.

"Everyone, starting from my left, from one to fifteen, raise your hand if you think that person recited the poem well, and I will count the number of people."

"Remember, each person can only raise their hand once."

The crowd cheered, "Okay, let's start!"

"We can't wait any longer."

Lin Shixuan maintained a triumphant smile throughout, appearing every inch the talented scholar.

"Then let's start with number one."

“I’ll vote for him, that’s my older brother.” Someone in the crowd raised their hand.

"Hahaha, no wonder, no wonder."

"Alright, one vote for number one!" the host announced. "Next up is number two."

No one raised their hand.

The host announced, "Number two: zero votes."

Number Two covered his face, not daring to look at anyone.

...

"Next is number ten."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people raised their hands.

The host smiled and took notes one by one.

"Number 10 has 30 votes."

"Wow, thirty votes? Lin Shixuan is amazing. It looks like he's going to win this time."

"Not necessarily. I think Lin Rui'an's style is more consistent in the poems he has written."

Lin Shixuan looked at Lin Rui'an and raised an eyebrow.

Thirty votes?

The people before him combined are not as good as him.

He was even more confident that he could beat Lin Rui'an.

"Number fourteen, fifteen votes."

"Wow, number fourteen is not bad either."

"Next up is number fifteen," the host announced.

The audience raised their hands in support.

Lin Rui'an's gaze was indifferent.

"One, two, three... sixteen... twenty-three... thirty."

The host shouted excitedly.

Thirty, just the same thirty!

"It seems that this match is still undecided after one round!"

Many people in the audience were excited and wanted to continue watching the excitement.

Lin Shixuan's expression froze.

How is that possible?

How could he possibly fight himself to a draw?

He used the wisdom of thousands of years of poets, how could he be inferior to Lin Rui'an?

Even Zou Wanqing looked on in disbelief.

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