Zhong Su suddenly spoke loudly, but as soon as he finished speaking, his body trembled, as if the righteous energy in his body was inexplicably confused.
Zhong Su's face changed drastically, but he immediately changed his tone and said, "Ci, it is indeed a good poem. I, I am indeed not as good as you. But there are thousands of Confucian scholars, and you dare to claim to be the best poet?"
Zhong Su finally managed to stabilize his righteous spirit. No one knew what he did with his hands, but a thousand paper cranes the size of his palm appeared.
It flapped its wings in mid-air, and in just a few breaths, it disappeared in front of me.
now.
I am in a great Confucian academy, a house full of books.
A great scholar with gray hair was translating carefully a bamboo slip in his hand.
Suddenly, he saw a thousand glowing paper cranes appear not far away and fly around him.
There was no expression on the wrinkled face of the great scholar, he just gently grabbed one of the paper cranes.
"The greatest poem of all time? How dare you, ignorant child, spout such nonsense... Hmm?"
The great scholar wanted to ignore it, but was suddenly stunned. He then put down the bamboo slips in his hand and rubbed his palms lightly.
The thousand paper cranes turned into a piece of paper with a lot of small words densely written on it.
[Throughout the ages, heroes are everywhere, no one can find Jiang Wenzhuo…]
After the great scholar finished reading, his body trembled and his eyes burst into unprecedented light, like a dead tree coming back to life in spring.
"Great words! Great words!!"
"Who wrote this poem? I'm not as good as Da Gan's poems!!"
"Which sage wrote this poem?"
…
The imperial palace.
Empress Jiang Li is having a meal.
There were also a few gray-haired old men having dinner with her.
One of the old ladies had age spots all over her face, her hands were shaking as she held the chopsticks, and her eyes were cloudy and full of tears.
They are just ordinary farmers.
"Granny Chen, why are you crying again? If you have something to say, you might as well tell me... tell me." Jiang Li spoke in a low voice without any imperial airs.
Granny Chen wiped her tears and choked up, saying, "Your Majesty's kindness is truly unimaginable to me, an old woman like me. I'm just a farmer, yet I could dine with Your Majesty."
Jiang Li smiled and said, "Grandma Chen, you are all great heroes. This time, the flood in the southern region displaced countless people and left them homeless and starving. At that time, I was thinking that it was because of the millions of people from the farming families, and your contributions over generations, that I was able to stabilize my kingdom."
"The dishes and fruits we have on our table now are all grown by you. Being able to dine with so many elders and listen to your opinions is truly beneficial for me, a junior."
After hearing this, several old men burst into tears.
At this moment, Jiang Li suddenly saw Dao Nu appear.
She had arranged for Dao Nu to monitor Lin Che's every move. Today was the day when Lin Che was going to compete with the Confucian students in poetry and song.
Is there any news from Lin Che?
However, Jiang Li was not in a hurry about this matter. He finished his meal with several old farmers and drank tea at the end.
After sending the elders away, she asked:
"Dao Nu, is there any news about Lin Che?"
"Your Majesty, Earl Jing'an wrote a poem, claiming it to be the best poem of all time. It seems that the students are about to be defeated." Dao Nu responded respectfully.
"Oh? There's this as well."
Jiang Li's mood obviously improved a little. The flood in the southern region has not ended yet, and the huge amount of money required has already given her a headache.
That group of Confucian scholars kept nagging her all the time, which really gave her a lot of worry.
At this time, it was rare to hear news about students being humiliated.
"What kind of poem dares to claim to be the best poem of all time?"
"Your Majesty, please take a look—"
[Throughout the ages, heroes are everywhere, no one can find Jiang Wenzhuo…]
[Thinking back to those days, the warriors were armed with swords and spears, their fierceness was as fierce as a tiger…]
[Who can ask: Wen Hong is old, can he still eat? ]
Jiang Li finished reading it in a low voice, and suddenly a light emanated from his bright eyes.
She looked up at Dao Nu: "Did Lin Che really do this? He is so talented?"
"Absolutely true. I personally saw him write the poem. It's still hanging in the lobby of Zuiyue Tower..."
Jiang Li immediately became interested. She waved her sleeves and walked to the corridor in a few steps.
Looking out, you can see the entire Tiandu City in front of you.
She immediately found the direction of Zuiyue Tower.
"When we have nothing to do, let's go and take a look at this greatest poem of all time."
After saying that, Jiang Li took the first step forward.
The whole person was shrouded in a golden light, and the next moment, she disappeared from the spot...Dare to contradict me?
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