Upon hearing this, many people turned to look at him.

Wang Jingze frowned and said, "That's not right. Although it's only two lines, everyone knows how excellent those two lines of poetry are. The capital hasn't seen such a poem in a long time."

“Exactly, do you think writing a couple of lines of poetry is easy? Especially such brilliant poems, which are something that many people can’t achieve even after a lifetime of painstaking effort.” Someone chimed in.

These words made Lei Yan's expression turn somewhat unpleasant.

The people on the ship noticed Lei Yan's expression, and someone immediately said, "Although what Young Master Lei said was unpleasant, I think he's right. The poem is good, but it's only two lines long, and it feels like something is missing."

"The difference between two lines and four lines in poetry is like heaven and earth. Otherwise, how could there be so many quatrains that have been passed down through the ages, while regulated poems are even rarer?"

"Even an ordinary person might have a sudden inspiration and write a line of poetry that is truly amazing, let alone this poetry gathering which has allowed ample time..."

Lei Yan was not unprepared; he also had acquaintances and lovers among the scholars.

After noticing that Lei Yan was in a bad mood, these people, without being told what to do, immediately began to suppress Tang Huan's two lines of poetry.

The sound immediately drew various opinions.

Even Qin Yu, who had always been quiet and unwilling to show off in front of others, couldn't help but get angry.

“Ordinary people can indeed have flashes of inspiration and produce a good poem, but today’s poetry gathering is on such a large scale with so many participants, yet only Lord Tang wrote these two lines. If Lord Tang’s poem is nothing, then what are you?”

Qin Yu was somewhat unconvinced.

As a princess of the fallen Qin Dynasty, she spent much of the past decade or so with poetry, and she also possesses a certain talent in this area.

Therefore, they understand the rarity of these two lines of poetry better than others.

With just a few words, he vividly described a beautiful dream of a person in a state of semi-drunkenness; such a feat cannot be accomplished in a short time.

Although she disliked Tang Huan in some ways, she wouldn't tolerate others behaving so presumptuously.

“What does a maid know? Do you even know poetry? If you don’t, then stay out of the way,” Lei Yan’s men retorted.

They dared not argue about the verses, after all, as scholars, they understood that this was not something to be scrutinized closely, otherwise they would lose their ground.

The only way to get to Qin Yu is by examining his identity.

It was already a great honor for Tang Huan that a maid was allowed to attend such an occasion; for her to make such a fuss in front of everyone was already a mistake.

"I don't understand poetry, but do you all? A bunch of idiots!"

The debate continues.

It wasn't just the people on this ship who were talking about it; the scholars on other ships were doing the same.

Some people praised it.

Some people say it's nothing special.

Why it's good is something that people can't quite articulate.

The reason it's not good is that it keeps repeating the same two sentences over and over again.

"Alright, alright, stop making such a racket."

Cui Yuanzhao, thoroughly annoyed, waved his hand dismissively.

The surroundings immediately fell silent.

Lei Yan sighed helplessly.

Originally, Tang Huan was already in a predicament under his own arrangement, but unfortunately Cui Yuanzhao suddenly stepped in.

He had prepared well enough, but no matter how much he planned, he could not have foreseen that Cui Yuanzhao would suddenly become sworn brothers with Tang Huan.

This matter was also a thorn in Lei Yan's side.

His father had served Cui Renshi for many years, and the two families were considered old friends. He had been trying to curry favor with Cui Yuanzhao, but the other party had never given him a second glance and would always use the word "little thunder" whenever they met.

In comparison, Tang Huan was like his own brother.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Lei Yan knew that with Cui Yuanzhao's intervention, the matter could only be dropped.

"Brother Tang, what do you think? The poem has been written, and everyone is still arguing about it. Why don't we go eat first?" Cui Yuanzhao began to seek Tang Huan's opinion.

Tang Huan ignored the argument and smiled.

"I've thought about what everyone said earlier, and it makes sense. Everyone is writing quatrains and regulated poems, but I took a shortcut and only wrote two lines, which does give me an advantage."

Lei Yan was taken aback, staring intently at Tang Huan.

Could it be that this kid has other plans?

Lei Yan wasn't sure, but he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Not only Lei Yan, but Qin Yu was also surprised by this.

Even though she had spoken up for him, Tang Huan's words made her seem like she was being unreasonable.

Who would boost someone else's morale while diminishing their own?

Tang Huan chuckled lightly, "Since quite a few people think this way, then those two lines of poetry from earlier don't count."

It's not counted?

Many people were quite surprised.

Although some people say that these two lines of poetry are clever, most people know that the poem is very powerful.

Are we just going to let it go like this?

"Brother Tang..."

Wang Jingze opened his mouth as if to offer some advice, but ultimately didn't say anything more.

Since the poem has already been written, it doesn't matter if it's not considered a poem.

With so many people attending the poetry gathering, even if only two lines are written today, this poem will spread throughout the capital.

Moreover, with Lord Tang's talent, perhaps he could even write a second poem?

Despite thinking this way, Wang Jingze wasn't very confident.

After all, many people prepared in advance for the poetry gathering, which is why they left behind a poem.

Lord Tang has already left behind two excellent lines. Even if there are still a few hours left in the afternoon, it is basically impossible for him to write another poem.

Tang Huan laughed and said, "It's nothing, it's just a poem. I wrote it down on a whim."

After saying that, he said to the others, "Go back first, I'm tired and need to rest for a while."

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