"The literary gathering places great emphasis on poetry, and this level will still test you on writing poetry."

Zhang Xiangyang said solemnly, "The four academy deans and Mr. Hao will set the questions, and they must be answered immediately. In other words, everyone needs to write five poems in a row."

Except for Song Chi and Song Ming, everyone else had a serious expression.

I have already composed four poems in a row by the time I reach the fifth floor, and now I have to compose the fifth.

Writing poetry is not that easy. If it could be done at will, everyone would be a poet. And the topics set by these five people are definitely not simple.

Zhang Xiangyang added, "There's no limit to the order in which you can write poems. The time will start from the first person who lights the incense. After the incense burns out, anyone who hasn't finished writing will be eliminated!"

They looked at each other and felt the pressure.

Wu Hai spread his hands, not feeling any burden. He knew his talent and thought it was good that he could get to where he is now.

After all, Duan Yunzhou, the top talent of Nandu Academy, couldn't even reach the fifth level and was eliminated by Song Chi...

Tang Yan is Hao Yongzhen's apprentice.

Fang Yingwu came from the Fang family and was not a student of the academy, which means he was the only one who graduated from the academy.

wrong.

Song Chi is also from Nandu Academy, but he was targeted.

"Let me ask the questions first."

An elegant old man sitting upright spoke with a smile. His name was Zhou Shengyi, and he was the dean of Moxiang Academy.

"Please ask the question, sir."

Wu Hai bowed, being humble and polite.

"The academy I attend is called Moxiang, and this poetry gathering is about praising beauty. Beauty is synonymous with plum blossoms, so I'll write a poem on the theme of Momei."

Wu Hai and others stood in a row, frowned, and began to think.

The topic of plum blossoms is relatively broad.

However, choosing "Ink Plum Blossoms" as the title has limitations, as plum blossoms are not ink-colored, and it requires more association, making this topic extremely difficult.

Sure enough, I still can’t live without plum blossoms.

The purpose of this literary gathering is to promote the Literary Party.

After the literary gathering, these poems will be circulated, and no matter who wrote them, they will be brought to the forefront of the literary party.

There is a master behind Song Shiwen.

This is to use poetry and articles to subtly influence and control literati.

"There's another rule. The poems and essays will be judged by five gentlemen. Each time, the theme will be selected, and the worst-written ones will be eliminated. If the difference is not much, they will move on to the next question..."

Zhang Xiangyang added another rule, the person he was looking at was Song Chi.

Chonglou wrote four poems in a row, all of which are excellent works.

If he can still be the same as before, it will be difficult for Master Ming to win the championship.

But this is impossible.

How could there be such a genius poet in the world who could write such great works one after another?

Just as he was thinking, Song Chi spoke.

"The tree at the head of my inkstone pond has blossoms with traces of light ink. I don't want praise for my beauty, I only want my pure spirit to fill the universe."

“This is the poem I wrote.”

Silence, dead silence.

As soon as the question was asked, everyone else was completely clueless. Even Song Ming, who had prepared in advance, didn't react.

But Song Chi had already made it!

quick!

Too fast!

And it also sticks closely to the topic.

There is a plum tree beside the inkstone pool in my house. Every blooming plum blossom shows a faint trace of ink. There is no need for others to praise its beautiful color, only the fragrance of the plum blossoms that permeates the sky and the earth.

The words and sentences are simple, but the ideas are lofty. It is indeed a masterpiece!

Zhou Shengyi looked stunned, then shook his head and said, "I've seen many talented poets, but compared to Young Master Song, they're nothing..."

He had changed the way he addressed Song Chi, and his admiration was evident in his words.

"Originally, I thought that even if I couldn't win, I would still leave a poem behind. But when Song Chi's poem came out, I realized the difference... I was afraid that even if I did, it wouldn't be remembered."

Wu Hai shook his head and said, "I give up."

He was straightforward and sincere in his words, and was obviously impressed.

"Please find a seat and sit down." Sun Qu said, "It's normal to feel inferior in front of such a genius."

He is Teacher Wu Hai.

"But you're a genius for making it this far."

"I am ashamed that I have failed to live up to the teacher's expectations." Wu Hai found a seat and sat down, looking expectant.

He was looking forward to Song Chi's poems, and even more so to Song Chi winning the championship.

In fact, before the literary gathering was held, his teacher had a private conversation with him about the inside story of the gathering.

Jiangzhou is the private land of the Prime Minister, and so are the four major academies.

It's not that they are willing, but that they have no other choice.

If you don't obey, you will disappear like the Donglin Academy did in the past.

Wu Hai knew that there was no way they could win the championship, and everyone had to give way to Song Ming.

The only thing I can do is leave a poem to make my name known.

But Song Chi's talent was too great, and his brilliance could overshadow everything else. Even if he succeeded, no one would pay attention to him, so he simply gave up.

Therefore, he was even more looking forward to Song Chi winning the championship.

This is the biggest surprise!

He found that Song Chi was unstoppable!

“Light the incense!”

Zhang Xiangyang gave the order with a stern face, fearing that something unexpected was about to happen.

No one expected that such a dark horse would emerge.

"Why?"

"Why!"

Song Ming clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves.

In the end, does he have the answer, or do I have the answer?

Song Ming began to doubt his life. He even suspected that Song Chi had obtained the test questions in advance, but this was simply impossible.

The most painful thing now is that for him this literary competition is an open-book exam, and he cannot beat others even with the answers.

This made him feel deeply powerless!

No!

I don't believe he won't be stumped!

There are four more songs left. If he can't compose any one of them, he will be eliminated!

Song Ming pondered over it and stepped forward to compose a poem. It was pretty good, but still a little behind Song Chi's.

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