Shen Zhao slowly stood up, glanced at Jiang and Fang, then walked to the foot of Tianpin Tower, glared at the figures inside, and turned around to say, "Alright, I don't really like reciting poetry, but I'll make an exception for you today and let you see what I'm made of."

Taking a deep breath, the entire Yu Pin Xuan instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at Shen Zhao.

It's just that everyone's just watching for fun; nobody really thinks he can surpass the two great talents, Fang and Jiang.

"Hmph, just putting on airs!"

"You're just putting on airs. Let's see what good poems you can write."

Fang Bai and Jiang Mubai both watched this good show with the same mindset.

Only the bluebird looked at Shen Zhao with anticipation.

"A white horse with golden bridle rides eastward amidst azure clouds; a silken curtain and embroidered quilt lie in the spring breeze."

Instantly, the entire venue fell completely silent.

Inside the Tianpin Pavilion, Yu Xuanji, who was lying behind the barrier, began to breathe rapidly upon hearing this.

The bluebird clenched her jade hand, her eyes brimming with inexplicable emotions.

Fang Bai and Jiang Mubai's faces turned pale instantly.

Immediately afterwards...

"The setting moon peers down through the low eaves as the candle burns out; flying blossoms enter the room, making the bed seem empty."

Silence, still silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

There was silence for about ten breaths.

"What a wonderful poem!"

"My goodness, the poem's meaning is profound, beyond my comprehension."

"I have a feeling that this poem will be passed down through the ages."

The entire audience erupted in cheers, rising to their feet.

A dimensional reduction attack, truly a dimensional reduction attack.

This poem instantly utterly annihilated the two doggerel poems from before.

Many people immediately took notes of the poem, intending to savor it carefully when they got home.

Xu Shuyu and Dong Chao clenched their fists and looked at Dong Chao and Fang Bai respectively, meaning that they should hurry up and write a poem to surpass him.

But these two geniuses from the Holy Realm were already covered in sweat.

This poem has already exhausted all my brain capacity; even if my CPU were to burn out, I couldn't think of anything better, so what's the point of comparing them?

Feng San Niang immediately bowed to Shen Zhao: "I didn't expect this young master to be so talented. I was just being presumptuous. Please forgive me."

Just as Shen Zhao was about to say something, Dong Chao suddenly stood up and said, "Wait, what kind of lousy poem is this? What's so good about it!"

Feng San Niang frowned upon hearing this: "Young Master, whether this poem is good or not, all the talented scholars present have already given their answers."

"If I don't approve of something, even if the King of Heaven approves of it, it's not acceptable!" Dong Chao waved his hand. "Besides, I have my reasons."

Before the essay competition started, the question was clearly stated to express admiration for a girl, but what kind of nonsense is this poem?

What do white horses and embroidered quilts in the spring breeze have to do with love?

Upon hearing this, the talented men and beautiful women present all showed a look of disdain, yet tried their best to restrain themselves, towards the illiterate man.

Although we are all country bumpkins, we are all worldly-wise country bumpkins, and we can still distinguish between good and bad poetry.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you at least seen a pig run?

The meaning of this poem is already very clear, how can you still not understand?

It seems that the Crown Prince of Xiliang is only this capable.

It's just that because of your high status, people don't want to openly express their anger.

Shen Zhao snorted lightly: "Then, according to your logic, what should I do?"

Dong Chao immediately replied, "You compose another one right here and now, or I'll even suspect that your poem is plagiarized!"

"I'll take down plagiarists one by one; there will be no leniency."

Depend on!

Shen Zhao cursed inwardly.

That's right, I plagiarized.

But you can't find the evidence!

So, all of this belongs to Lao Tzu now!

Shen Zhao smiled slightly: "Since you've made such a request, why not compose another one?"

Feng San Niang had intended to say something kind, but upon hearing this, she was startled: "Could it be that you, young master, can compose an even better poem than the one you just recited?"

Shen Zhao gave a soft hum and slightly closed his eyes as he looked towards the Tianpin Pavilion on the second floor.