After giving this assessment, Cui Renshi gestured for Zhao Quan to leave.

He had no intention of staying any longer, because there was no point in staying any longer.

Once this poem is recited, there will be no one else at the poetry gathering.

Tang Huan will become the sole focus.

Not only that, he will become the focus of the entire capital.

Such a poem is unprecedented in the history of Daqing's poetry scene over the past century; it cannot be written simply by a burst of inspiration.

The intense sorrow in the second half of the poem, in particular, is something that can only be expressed in words through personal experience.

Its powerful influence even significantly affected Cui Renshi.

Cui Renshi left.

But many more people are on their way.

On the other side, Wang Tianze also saw the new poem, and he stood up excitedly.

"good!"

The single word "good" perfectly expresses Wang Tianze's feelings.

"In my destitution, I've stopped drinking wine... This Tang Huan is truly a remarkable person, a rare find in this world!"

Wang Tianze was inexplicably excited. He said to Gao Yi beside him, "Prepare the sedan chair, I want to enter the palace."

He wanted to see His Majesty as soon as possible and tell him everything that had happened that day.

Tang Huan's talent far exceeded their expectations. He was a talent they had to keep firmly in their grasp and absolutely could not let him leave.

As Wang Tianze slipped away, Tang Huan also quietly led Li Daikui and Qin Yu away from Qiankun Lake.

"Why are you sneaking away?"

Qin Yu glanced back at the people behind him who hadn't noticed what was happening. They were still engrossed in their poems, discussing and praising them among themselves.

The scholars debated this fiercely.

"Why keep it? The poem is already written. Are we just going to wait until the poetry gathering is over and get cornered here?"

Tang Huan had noticed that the number of people at the poetry gathering was increasing. In addition to the soldiers responsible for maintaining order, there were also some highly skilled people hidden among the crowd by Qiankun Lake, who seemed to be guards for certain individuals.

This means that many important figures were present at the poetry gathering.

In addition, he noticed that many people were on their way.

If things continue like this, I'll soon be surrounded, and then it will be impossible for me to leave.

"You've written such a wonderful poem, and it's the perfect time to show off your talent, but you have to slink away like you've done something wrong."

Tang Huan rolled her eyes at Qin Yu, thinking that it wasn't a good idea to be so eager to become famous.

Writing poetry is easy, but it's difficult if someone asks you to annotate it.

My state of mind does indeed match one of those lines, but given my age and experience, I am far from being able to bear the heavy sorrow of true strength.

If someone investigates closely, it's easy for them to slip up.

"I just hope no one keeps bringing this up, otherwise I'll be able to write a hundred poems after drinking a lot of wine..."

With that thought in mind, Tang Huan hurriedly led the two away.

When people realized what was happening and went to look for Tang Huan inside the restaurant, they found it deserted and there wasn't a trace of him left.

A large crowd gathered in the lobby of the restaurant where Tang Huan had taken a midday rest.

"He's gone? What a pity. There were so many things I wanted to ask Lord Tang, and he just left without a word."

"With these two poems out, it will be difficult to see Lord Tang again. Our poor and pedantic scholar status will not be enough to attract his attention."

"With these two poems out, you probably won't need to stay in Qihuai County as a minor magistrate anymore. That would be a waste of your talents."

...

Amidst the praise from others, Lei Yan's expression was exceptionally unpleasant.

He felt a lump in his throat, unable to release it, and felt unbearably stifled.

His original intention was to see Tang Huan make a fool of himself, but instead, Tang Huan's two poems established his own position in the poetry world.

Just one day later, the story of Tang Huan accidentally tripping and being hit by a steamed bun in the morning became a topic of conversation, with people believing that Tang Huan's unpretentiousness was exactly the style of the "Poet Immortal".

The two poems completely changed people's perception of Tang Huan.

Lei Yan clenched his hands tightly.

He didn't greet anyone else and left silently as well.

Some scholars who were on good terms with Lei Yan also left, following closely behind him.

"Is that poem really as powerful as everyone says?"

Lei Yan didn't believe it and questioned the scholars.

One of them smiled wryly and said, "Young master, you've seen it too. Everyone is praising it, which proves a lot. Moreover, we've encountered many people from the academy on our way from the boat to the restaurant, including several great scholars. The poem has even alarmed them, which means something quite obvious."

Lei Yan said angrily, "Damn it!"

Someone warned, "Young master, it may not be wise to go against Tang Huan in the future. He not only has a close relationship with Prime Minister Cui, but also enjoys great prestige among the people. If you cause him trouble again, you will only be shooting yourself in the foot."

It's not worth the risk.

Lei Yan knew this all too well, but he couldn't swallow his anger.

All his preparations turned out to be a boon for Tang Huan, and he was not happy about it.

But faced with this undeniable fact, they were powerless to change it and could only silently accept it.

Outside Chunfeng Tower, Tang Huan could see from afar that a large crowd had already gathered at the entrance of his mansion.

He roughly estimated that he was already around thirty.

Tang Huan stopped in his tracks and entered the Spring Breeze Pavilion without hesitation.

"This is terrible. These people found us so quickly. This is really troublesome."

Tang Huan decided to participate in the poetry gathering simply to join in the fun and, incidentally, to give Wang Jingze some face.

The reason I wrote the poem was that I saw Lei Yan was deliberately making things difficult for me, and I didn't mind slapping him in the face.

But he never expected to attract so much attention with this poem. Now he's in the spotlight and can't keep a low profile anymore.

"Hanlin Academy, Yunlu Academy, Confucianism..."

The three exchanged a few words and recognized some of the people.

Tang Huan scratched his head and decided to stop dwelling on the matter.

Although it was nearing evening, most of the people who had gone to the poetry gathering had not yet returned, so there were not many people inside Chunfeng Tower.

Tang Huan led his men upstairs and hid in a secluded room.

He specifically instructed someone to find the two girls who had accompanied him at drinks last time, intending to hide here for a while and go home after everyone had left.

It's best to avoid contact with those people for the time being.

The Imperial Palace.

Grandpa Shen stood nervously in front of the desk.

Before him stood Empress Wu Lanxi, meticulously studying the poems on the paper.

This is a newly composed poem from the Qiankun Lake Poetry Gathering.

It's even better than the first two sentences.

Grandpa Shen was genuinely happy for Tang Huan and also felt fortunate to have benefited from this situation.

Li Lianying had no idea how much help the junior eunuch had received from the task he had pushed onto him to avoid trouble.

"reward."