"We can all witness that the bet has been made and there is no going back on it!" As the number one follower, how could Li Sheng fall behind at this time?

Then everyone followed suit, whether it was to watch the fun or to deliberately make Shen Liangcai look bad, the bet quickly spread, and the stakes were so high that it was hard to imagine.

The Shen family and the Han family are both well-known families. The direct descendants of both families are betting their own reputation, but the outcome of this battle depends on Song Chi.

"You will lose face along with your useless servant, and you will regret provoking me like this!" Han Yuanzheng looked like he was sure of winning.

Before Shen Liangcai could speak, Song Chi said directly: "Your Highness has trusted me and gambled my reputation. I will not let you down. Please wait and see how I train my disciples!"

"Sharp-tongued!"

Han Yuanzheng's eyes flashed with ferocity as he said in a cold voice, "The outcome will soon be known. You'll be in for a fight later."

At the same time, the people sitting at the main table were also chatting happily. Those who could sit at the table were all local dignitaries. Originally, Shen Chong was not qualified to sit here, but because Song Chi won the military exercise, he was invited to sit down and sat next to Liang Qingwu.

Song Shiwen humbly sat in the second seat, without any airs of a prime minister, making people feel like they were in spring breeze.

Song Ming was used to this kind of scene after following Song Shiwen. He spoke appropriately and knew how to relax and control himself. Everyone admired the Prime Minister's self-cultivation, but he looked at Song Chi with resentment from time to time.

At this time, Ning'an Prefecture Governor Zhou Zheng'an came over with a few pieces of thin paper and said humbly, "Lady Marshal, these are poems presented to you by the students of Ning'an. Please review them and select the best one to be the champion. This will also be an encouragement to the students of Ning'an."

Liang Qingwu frowned slightly, and a flash of annoyance flashed in her eyes. She was born into a military family, and what she disliked most was poetry and prose. What she looked down upon most were scholars and literati who spent the whole day under the flowers and the moon, composing poems with ink.

But the Great Zhou Dynasty emphasized culture over military power, and literature flourished. Poetry was indispensable in any occasion. She had originally refused, but Song Shiwen insisted on adding it. Liang Qingwu knew exactly what he was planning.

"This is also the sincere intention of the students of Ning'an. Marquis Wu'an should take a look at it." Song Shiwen said from the side.

Liang Qingwu nodded and said, "Please trouble the prefect to choose."

If it weren't for the mention of Ning'an students, she would have refused directly.

Zhou Zhengan asked, "Don't you want to take a look?"

"You choose." Liang Qingwu really didn't have much interest in this kind of thing.

"Then I will select a few excellent works and recite them in public, and you will be able to judge them."

Song Shiwen smiled and said, "Marquis Wu'an, you may not know this, but Ming'er admires you very much. Knowing that I was going back to Ning'an to hold a homecoming banquet for you, she insisted on coming with me and even wrote a poem for you."

As he finished speaking, Han Yu echoed, "Although Young Master Ming is only seventeen years old, he is already known as a young poet. His poems are widely circulated in the capital. I'm sure his poems will catch your eye."

Hearing this, Song Ming stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "Uncle Han, you are too kind. I do have some talent in poetry, but I am not as outstanding as you say."

He spoke modestly, but his expression was full of pride.

"Let's get started." Song Shiwen said with a smile, "This can be considered as a feast for the female commander's homecoming."

"Yes, sir!"

Zhou Zhengan bowed in response, and when he stood up, he exchanged a subtle glance with Han Yu. He knew what to do, to make a name for the son of the Prime Minister, and at the same time make the useless servant who had previously been in the spotlight a laughing stock.

"cough."

Zhou Zhengan walked into the venue and cleared his throat, and everyone fell silent.

"It's about to begin." Han Yuanzheng looked at Shen Liangcai and said, "You will regret your impulsiveness, but it's too late."

Shen Liangcai ignored him, but patted Song Chi on the shoulder and asked, "Have you thought about how to train your apprentice?"

"I'm thinking."

The two of them sang and shouted, which made Han Yuanzheng's face turn pale.

"You'll cry later!"

While the two sides were engaged in a tit-for-tat confrontation, Zhou Zhengan had already recited a frontier poem. It was a standard poem and not particularly outstanding. The reason it was chosen was because the poet came from a powerful family in Ning'an.

Vanity Fair is everywhere, Song Chi couldn't help but sigh.

"Next is the poem by Master Ming, who is known as the Little Poet Saint."

Zhou Zhengan deliberately raised his voice to attract many people to come forward. Song Ming was the son of the Prime Minister and had great talent, so the people present would naturally support him.

"The scenery of the frontier is like that of Jiangzhou, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away are like a dream."

As soon as the sound came out, it immediately aroused a burst of admiration.

Han Yuanzheng exclaimed, "This poem was truly written for the female commander. The opening line compares the frontier scenery with the beauty of Jiangzhou. Jiangzhou has beautiful mountains and rivers, while the frontier is a desolate place. Through this contrast, the poem expresses the female commander's homesickness."

“Although I have never been to the frontier, the magnificent scene of the mountains and rivers has already appeared in my mind!”

A burst of flattery rushed into Song Chi's ears, leaving him speechless. He suspected that even if Song Ming farted, these people would say it smelled good.

"Tonight, when the moon is bright, where is the flute? It plays by the plum blossoms until the third hour."

Zhou Fuyin recited the last two sentences again, and the sounds of praise and exclamation immediately rang out again.

"The moonlight brings a tranquil night, and the sound of the flute under the moonlight adds to the poetic atmosphere, fully expressing the homesickness and closely aligning with today's homecoming banquet." Han Yu sighed, "Prime Minister, your son truly possesses great talent."

Liang Qingwu had a blank expression on her face. She had no interest in this and found it difficult to resonate with it.

"This poem is truly an excellent piece of work. It looks like it will definitely win first place."

"You are indeed worthy of being called the Little Poet Saint."

"To have such a reputation at such a young age, you are indeed a talented person!"

There were exclamations from all around. Han Yuanzheng stood up and pointed at Song Chi and said loudly: "Master Ming is a young scholar, and you are a loser who is not even a student. How dare you bet with me in a poetry contest!"

Song Chi said calmly: "Because I am your master!"

These words made Han Yuanzheng blush. Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Fuyin shouted loudly.

"Everyone!"

"There's still one poem that hasn't been recited. This one was composed by Song Chi on the spur of the moment. He performed well in previous military exercises. I wonder if he can offer a good poem for the female commander..."