Chapter 74: This scene feels somewhat familiar.
"Look to the present, look to the present..."
The crowd murmured and savored the moment.
After a long pause, Ouyang Xun began to analyze: "This poem is not only magnificent, but also simple and easy to understand..."
The moment the first line, "the scenery of the North," was heard, it immediately captivated everyone's attention.
What is the scenery like in the North?
A thousand miles of ice, ten thousand miles of snow...
As the next line connects to the Great Wall and the Yellow River, a vivid image immediately comes to mind.
When the third line seamlessly connects hills, plateaus, and white elephants galloping across the hills, it perfectly outlines a landscape painting.
Regardless of what happens next, this first part alone completely surpasses Changsun Chong's poem.
One is a vast and magnificent landscape painting with a beautiful artistic conception.
A white knife goes in and a red knife comes out, what's going on? Writing poetry or killing someone?
The line "wanting to rival the heavens in height" is like the finishing touch, directly elevating the poem to a climax.
If the previous sentences were about artistic conception, this sentence truly embodies a soaring ambition. Even a white elephant dares to compete with the sky, so why can't we?
Next, we build up to the scene again: on a sunny day, the red sun and white snow reflect each other, and just when you're still admiring the beautiful landscape, there's a sudden and abrupt change.
Such a beautiful land has inspired heroes who aspire to rival the heavens...
Huo Qubing was ennobled at a young age and was bestowed the title of Marquis upon the wolf's lair.
Zhuge Liang devoted himself to the cause, even lighting the Seven Star Lamp to prolong his life.
Han Xin, who endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, was bestowed the title of "God of War".
Jiang Ziya emerged from seclusion in his seventies and pacified the world!
Xiang Yu, with the strength to lift a tripod cauldron and a heart full of passion, committed suicide at the Wujiang River, a farewell to his beloved concubine...
The final line, "All that is past; to find truly remarkable figures, look to the present," is what makes it a masterpiece!
These heroes who have gone down in history are all gone. To count the heroes who have made great achievements, we must look to the people of today!
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!"
“What could be more inspiring to the army than using examples of famous generals and strategists from history?”
"This poem is destined to be remembered for eternity!"
Yu Shinan also had many feelings: "At the end of my life, to be able to see a poem born in my lifetime, I have no regrets."
“Yes, this poem is inspiring to the army. It will not be outdated even a thousand years from now. It is truly rare in the world, no, it should be said that it is unprecedented!” Ouyang Xun echoed.
Beside him, Wei Zheng stroked his beard, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.
Hearing these old men praise their son made me incredibly happy.
"May I ask... uh, Shuyu, what is the title of this poem?"
Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Wei Shuyu.
Just as Wei Shuyu was about to say it was "Qinyuanchun: Snow", he suddenly froze.
Because of his slight modifications, the original ancient tune of the Qinyuanchun ci poem form has been lost.
Finally, she murmured a single word: "Snow!"
"good!"
Ouyang Xun slapped his thigh: "The opening is snow, and snow is also blood, which represents the battlefield. With famous generals and strategists from all dynasties as a foundation, it is the best way to boost morale."
Wei Shuyu's lips twitched.
I know this word is good, but your explanation is too far-fetched.
"That Lord Ouyang, the snow refers to the magnificent snowscape of our Great Tang Dynasty, stretching for thousands of miles, showcasing a grand and majestic atmosphere..."
Wei Shuyu explained, "Although there are many heroes, they also live on this land of China."
"Cough cough..."
Ouyang Xun coughed awkwardly twice.
Fortunately, at such an advanced age, it's impossible to tell whether her face was red or not.
“Your Majesty, I choose Wei Shuyu to win this game.” Ouyang Xun bowed.
"We second that proposal."
The other judges also bowed.
Li Shimin nodded as well.
These words are truly well written.
Even if he couldn't find the slightest fault.
Just as he was about to pronounce the verdict, his expression suddenly changed drastically...
"not good."
Li Shimin exclaimed in surprise.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Cheng Yaojin immediately stepped forward to protect him.
Li Shimin looked at Changsun Wuji, his face as ugly as if he had eaten feces...
The poem "Qinyuanchun: Snow" is destined to be remembered for eternity.
Its origin must have been recorded in historical books.
Historical records will certainly include descriptions of this contest.
Whom are we competing with? What poems are we competing with?
I still remember Du Keming to this day!
Based on Li Shimin's experience over the years, people might not remember who the poet was, but damn it, they would definitely remember the poem that was being compared.
Kemin was brilliant throughout his life, but after his death, he inexplicably acquired a bad reputation.
Damn it, who can I complain to?
Li Shimin wished he could hang Changsun Chong up and whip him hundreds of times...
"Your Majesty, please don't worry."
Changsun Wuji thought that Li Shimin was worried that his daughter would not be able to get married.
After offering some words of advice, he turned to Wei Shuyu and demanded, "Tell me, where did you plagiarize this poem from!"
Wow.
Everyone was shocked.
yes.
Wei Shuyu couldn't even write policy essays, so how could he possibly write such excellent lyrics?
Immediately, everyone's gaze towards Wei Shuyu changed.
Ouyang Xun and the others also looked on with suspicion.
"Does it require proof?" Wei Shuyu asked in return.
"If you can't prove it was you who did it, then you plagiarized!" Changsun Wuji began to challenge him.
"fart!"
Wei Zheng immediately stepped forward: "If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext. Shuyu wrote the poem himself, so what proof is needed?"
“Wei Zheng, you know your child’s character well. He can’t even recite the Analects properly, and he can’t even write a decent essay. How could he possibly write such a term?” Changsun Wuji sneered calmly.
Upon hearing this, even Wei Zheng hesitated.
He knows his own son's character best.
If he truly possessed such great ability, he would have agreed to Li Shimin's bet long ago.
"Dad is alright."
Wei Shuyu smiled at Wei Zheng, then walked up to Changsun Wuji and said, "If you want me to prove it, you have to let Changsun Chong prove that he wrote the poem."
Wei Zheng raised an eyebrow.
That's a brilliant move—an eye for an eye.
He immediately calmed down, as he was very satisfied with Shuyu's performance from beginning to end today.
"What does it prove if Chong'er loses a duel?" Changsun Wuji replied calmly.
"Of course, it's to prove how he racked his brains to lose to me."
Wei Shuyu laughed and said, "If you can't prove that he wrote the poem himself, why should I prove it for you?"
Changsun Wuji was stunned.
Given Changsun Chong's skill level, he could easily polish a poem in a few days, but composing one within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn would truly be a challenge for him.
"You arrogant brat!"
Changsun Wuji quickly came to his senses: "Since I've already lost to you, so what if Chong'er plagiarized?"
"So you mean that Changsun Chong really plagiarized it?" Wei Shuyu questioned again.
"You bastard!"
Changsun Chong's face turned ashen.
Even if it is, no matter how bad the poem is, plagiarism should never be admitted.
Once he admits it, Chong'er's life is over.
"If you can't prove it, how can I?"
Wei Shuyu pressed on, saying, "At the very least, you have to set an example and tell me how a poem should prove its innocence, right?"
Li Shimin watched with great interest, but as he watched, he began to feel that something was amiss.
There were only a handful of people in the entire court who could make Changsun Wuji lose face.
This scene looks familiar...
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