"Fu Xiaoguan is first?"

"No, didn't you say that Fu Xiaoguan finished answering the questions in less than half a cup of tea? How did he get first place?"

"Who knows? All the students present that day saw it!"

"Is there something fishy going on?"

"Brother, what you said makes sense. Since Fu Xiaoguan has become the eldest prince, it is inevitable that His Majesty will use this literary meeting to build momentum for him."

"Nine great scholars have been bribed? Where is the integrity of the scholars?"

"Feng Gu, what's more important, life or reputation? Let me ask you, if His Majesty gave an oral order, would this great scholar listen or not?"

Many students were dissatisfied and started arguing about this, but only the students of the Yu Dynasty were cheering.

Of course, they also knew about Fu Xiaoguan's identity, but they had been with Fu Xiaoguan for more than a month and were deeply influenced by him, so they still regarded Fu Xiaoguan as their mentor.

As for nationality and identity, they became unimportant to the students of the Yu Dynasty at this moment.

Sakura, the seventh princess of the Liu Kingdom, had her eyebrows curved into crescents. Her face was filled with joy as she said to Xiong Er, who was standing by the well beside her, "I knew he would be number one!"

Xiong Er, who was standing by the well, was stunned for a moment, thinking, you have only met Fu Xiaoguan briefly, how could you possibly predict the future?

Miss Tang San opened her mouth and looked at Zhuo Donglai. The expression on Zhuo Donglai's knife-like face was very interesting at this moment - his eyes were wide open, his lips were slightly parted, and three big words were clearly written on his face: Impossible!

In fact, most of the students here think it is impossible, because this couplet is very uncommon, and one of the couplets contains Buddhist Zen meaning. The Yu State does not even have a temple. How could Fu Xiaoguan get a high score on this couplet?

Fan Tianning had calmed down. He laughed at himself and said to Kuchan, "You are right."

Kuchan nodded slightly, "I didn't miss it!"

Fan Tianning glared at him, thinking that this guy was becoming more and more as thick-skinned as Fu Xiaoguan.

On the fifth floor of Liuyun Tower, Empress Dowager Xi glanced out the window. Although her expression was calm, she still showed undisguised joy. "I have seen those two couplets. Originally, the nine great scholars wanted to give them two top grades, but I had an extra word and gave these two couplets the middle grade."

Nangong Yiyu asked in astonishment: "Why is it Jiazhong?"

Empress Dowager Xi shook her head. "If you see his handwriting...don't panic!"

Nangong Dongxue chuckled, covering her mouth with her hands. Zhuo Yixing and Nangong Yiyu exchanged a glance, thinking that he was the most talented man in the world, and this most basic calligraphy...could it be so amazing that it would shock the heavens and earth and make the gods weep?

Nangong Yiyu felt itchy and asked, "What's the pair like?"

Nangong Dongxue walked to the desk, wrote two couplets, and handed them to her grandfather Nangong Yiyu.

Zhuo and his group came over curiously. The two extremely powerful prime ministers of the Wu Dynasty were suddenly shocked, their faces filled with horror. "Is this...really written by the eldest prince?"

"Of course, it took him less than half a cup of tea to write these two couplets. In fact, this comment of "A" really does an injustice to his talent."

The old empress stood up and stood in front of the window, looking at the dark crowd below, wondering how he would do in the poems and articles that would follow.

She returned to the imperial city and did not watch the remaining two days of the literary gathering. The poems and essays were sent to the palace again, but because she was always thinking about the succession to the throne, she had no time to read them.

At this moment, downstairs in Guanyun Tower, Tang Zhuguo had already hung up the top three couplets. Many students came forward, their eyes all set on the two couplets ranked first.

"hiss……"

As the students watched and read, their original doubts disappeared and they all gasped!

Fan Tianning murmured:

There are thousands of teachings, but their nature is the same. One cannot adopt the teachings, abandon the teachings, or make them illegal or non-illegal.

The Buddha originally has one vehicle, but its roots are different, so there are the lower vehicle, the middle vehicle, the higher vehicle, and the highest vehicle.

"This guy is so evil that it's hard to describe! Absolutely, absolutely! It's not..." Fan Tianning looked around again, but still could not see any trace of Fu Xiaoguan.

"Where's he? Is he really not coming?"

Fan Tianning's excited voice immediately resonated with many students.

Yes, why didn’t Fu Xiaoguan come?

With a pair like this, you lose with conviction!

Previously, they had suspected that he had cheated. Those students blushed slightly, feeling ashamed of their own thoughts - this was the difference between high and low, no explanation was needed, one could tell at a glance how obvious the gap was.

Zhuo Donglai stared blankly, reciting the second couplet in a low voice:

"Flowers and leaves, emerald green and red, only Si Xiangwei is proud to support them, without letting them suffer from wind and rain, and remain clear and cold."

"May all lovers be together forever, living happily together day and night for a long time."

Then he lowered his head, still muttering.

The moment Miss Tang San saw the two couplets, she knew that Fu Xiaoguan had won fairly.

She looked at Zhuo Donglai worriedly, and just then she saw him raise his head. His eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face. "I admit defeat wholeheartedly. The world's top writer... must be him!"

The students of Mount Li Academy felt extremely ashamed. They had made big promises at the Great Buddha Square of Hanling Temple and even looked down on Fu Xiaoguan in their words.

They thought that Fu Xiaoguan had lost his talent, that Fu Xiaoguan was just putting on airs, that Fu Xiaoguan had gained his reputation in vain, and so on.

However, it was Fu Xiaoguan, who spent less than half a cup of tea, who wrote such an astonishing work!

Who else could there be in this world?

So what about the five poems on the second day?

What about the inscription on the third day?

…

…

As night falls, the dark moon and numerous stars interweave on the tranquil Ten Miles Lake, like a quiet painting.

On the top floor of the building near the water, Fu Xiaoguan was looking out the window.

More than ten islands in the center of the lake are brightly lit, and there are several pleasure boats dotted on the lake.

The big red lanterns were hung high up, and the night wind blew gently, tearing the scroll into pieces and turning it into shimmering waves.

It is now the hour of Xu, so I guess the results announcement at Liuyuntai has already ended.

He did not go to Liuyuntai, not because he was sure that he could win the championship, but because Liuyuntai would be crowded tonight - there would be too many people and it would be too noisy. What if someone came to him to remove his name again?

So he brought a group of people to book the Jinshui Tower again. There were a hundred Blood-Clothed Guards on the first floor, and only a few of them on the second floor.

Yu Wenjun asked, "Are you really not going to go and see the results?"

Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose and smiled, "Anyway, after three questions, I will definitely be first."

Dong Shulan spat lightly and rolled her eyes at him, "I've never seen anyone as shameless as you!"

Fu Xiaoguan chuckled and handed a piece of paper to Shopkeeper Xiong: "Here are the dishes I want to order next. Please prepare them and come back whenever I want to eat them."

Shopkeeper Xiong bowed and retreated to the back hall, where he looked at the note for a long time.

He took a carrier pigeon, sealed the note with wax, and released the pigeon, wondering what Queen Shang would think after she knew about this.