In the box, Queen Jiang Wan'er was also constantly reciting Zhao Hao's poems.
"Since ancient times, people have felt sad and lonely in autumn. I say autumn is better than spring. A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky, which brings poetic sentiment to the blue sky."
"It is truly a wonderful poem, and it is worthy of being known all over the world."
Her beautiful eyes flashed, and she looked at Zhao Hao outside through the gap in the window frame.
Zhao Hao stood there with a faint smile on his lips. He was neither proud nor guilty. His demeanor was calm and aloof, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Jiang Wan'er really wanted to see some clues from Zhao Hao's expression, but no matter how she looked, she couldn't see anything.
Today was the first time she met Zhao Hao. The feeling Zhao Hao gave her was completely different from the unlearned, arrogant and domineering good-for-nothing in the rumors.
With his strong physique, handsome appearance, and humble, warm and calm temperament, it is hard to believe that he is a notorious person.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have found it hard to believe that this famous poem was written by Zhao Hao.
At this moment she believed it, and also believed that the previous memorial was written by Zhao Hao.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at Zhao Hao and said softly, "I didn't expect Zhao Hao to have such a talent for poetry!"
This poem was definitely not written by Zhao Hao, because no one in the entire Dagan could write a poem of this level.
The Gan State, the Baiyue in the east, the Wu and Shu in the west, and the Yi and Rong in the south all share the same origin and all separated from the Great Xia Dynasty two hundred years ago.
However, the country of Gan was prosperous in military power but not in culture. In the eyes of other countries, it was almost the same as a barbaric country.
The cultural context of the entire Gan country has always been suppressed, and no one can write such a poem that has become famous all over the world.
If such a person really existed, he would have been famous all over the world long ago.
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King Kang's excitement eased a little: "Lord Shang, so which of these two poems is better?"
Shang Henshui shook his head: "There is no comparison. Although the Lu family boy's writing is not bad, it is not on the same level as the Zhao family boy's autumn poem."
King Kang nodded and said, "Yes, I also think that Zhao Hao's autumn poem is better. What do the two deans think?"
Wang Siye said: "Your Majesty, the difference between the two poems is obvious at a glance. Zhao Hao should win the first round of the duel."
Wen Siye also said: "Yes, there is a huge gap between the two poems. Your Majesty, Zhao Hao is indeed the winner."
King Kang smiled and said, "Okay, then Zhao Hao wins this first round!"
Upon hearing King Kang's announcement, everyone present was instantly in an uproar, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"How is this possible? Zhao Manzi actually won?"
"It can't be true. He must have hired someone to write this poem for him!"
"I think so too. How could a useless person like him who has no knowledge and no skills write a poem that even King Kang and Shang Jijiu praised so much!"
"That's true. I just don't know who the real author of this autumn poem is. It's really wonderful!"
"The second round of competition is about to begin. This time, we are writing poems about frontier battles. And it was King Kang who came up with the idea on a whim, so we definitely can't use someone to write it for us."
"Yes, in this match, Brother Huairen will definitely crush this Zhao Manzi!"
"You're right. Although Brother Huairen has never been to the frontier, his strength is far superior to that of Zhao Manzi. There will be no suspense in his victory!"
Listening to the discussions of the crowd, Lu Huairen turned his head to look at Zhao Hao, gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.
"Zhao Hao, don't think that just because you won the first round by finding a ghostwriter, you can really win the literary contest. The following is a frontier war poem. I want to see what you can write without a ghostwriter!"
Zhao Hao smiled slightly: "Brother Huairen, I know you are anxious, but don't worry, you will know what I wrote in a moment, right?"
Seeing that Zhao Hao still had a nonchalant look on his face, he felt so angry that his teeth were itching, and at the same time, he became uneasy.
Looking at Zhao Hao's condition, does it mean that he still has confidence in winning the second round?
Or did he find a ghostwriter to help him write a frontier poem?
Seeing the waiter pick up Lv Huairen's work, King Kang's eyes flashed and said, "Recite Zhao Hao's work first!"
The waiter nodded quickly, put down Lu Huairen's paper, picked up Zhao Hao's work and began to recite it.
"The wine is sweet in the luminescent cup, and the pipa music is urging me to drink. Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, for how many men have ever returned from the battles in history?"
When the waiter finished reciting the poem, there was no cheering or praise from the people on the terrace. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned.
Their eyes were fixed on Zhao Hao, as if they were looking at some incredible monster.
Because this frontier poem does not require any interpretation, everyone understands it.
The picture depicted in the poem is extremely clear, and the artistic conception and momentum are unmatched.
It’s really wonderful and amazing!
In the box, Jiang Wan'er's beautiful and deep gaze fell on Zhao Hao, and she was also shocked and speechless.
"Could it be that my great literary tradition is about to rise again? And the rise is due to this brat?"
It's unbelievable.
Zhao Hao obviously didn't read much, so how could he write such a famous poem?
She is now more and more curious about Zhao Hao.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Wan'er withdrew her gaze from Zhao Hao and turned to look at Qing Xing: "There is no suspense anymore, let's go back to the palace."
Qing Xing said: "Your Majesty, this is just a literary duel. The literary meeting has not yet begun. Your Majesty, don't you want to watch it?"
Jiang Wan'er smiled softly and said, "These two poems are enough."
On the terrace.
King Kang breathed rapidly and grabbed Shang Jijiu's arm: "Shang Lord, Shang Lao, this poem should be spread throughout the world!"
As he said this, he rushed to the waiter and snatched the Juan paper from the waiter's hand.
When King Kang saw the font above, his old face turned red instantly.
"This, this font..."
Seeing his surprised look, Shang Jijiu came over and asked, "Your Majesty, is there something wrong with the writing?"
Prince Kang came to his senses instantly and quickly gathered the two pieces of paper and put them behind him.
"No, no problem, Mr. Shang, let's just read the poems written by the boy from the Lu family!"
Shang Jijiu was an experienced man and had already seen the upright, elegant and extraordinary handwriting on the beautiful paper. It was a font he had never seen before.
"The young man from the Zhao family has written two poems that have become famous all over the world. The result of the literary competition is already here. It doesn't matter whether you read the poem of the young man from the Lu family or not. Your Majesty, please show me the young man Zhao's poem and I will analyze it for you."
"No, no, no, well, Mr. Shang, I have something else to do. I'll trouble you to preside over today's literary gathering. I'll leave first!"
"Wait a minute, Your Majesty. If Your Majesty has something to do, then you should leave. However, Mr. Zhao's poems must be left behind. We have not yet tasted them."
"I have already recited it, why do you still need to appreciate it? Elder Shang, there is no need to say more. I will leave first!"
"Hmph, Your Majesty, you can leave if you want, but the poem must stay."
"Impossible! I want to take the poem back for further evaluation!"
"Don't leave without leaving the prince!"
"Mr. Shang, hey, please stop pulling my clothes, Mr. Shang..."
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