Seeing the little guy's adorable appearance, Si Mingye felt inexplicably happy.
The smile on his face deepened.
The families of the talented men around them were stunned by what they saw.
"The Crown Prince...smiled? Oh my god! I think I've fallen for him..."
"I've never seen the Crown Prince smile in all my life. I heard from my father that the Crown Prince has a naturally cold face. He doesn't even give a kind look to the Emperor, let alone to us mortals."
"My goodness! A smile that could topple a city, a second smile that could topple a nation! That must be describing our Crown Prince, right? So handsome, so incredibly handsome..."
Although these people spoke very softly, Si Mingye was a martial artist, and all of their words reached his ears.
Upon hearing the words "a smile that could topple a city, a second smile that could topple a nation," Si Mingye's smile vanished instantly, and he coldly glanced at the young girl who had spoken those words.
The young girl, who had been swooning over Si Mingye, shuddered at the cold glare and quickly covered her mouth.
Good heavens! How can someone so young be so terrifying?
Si Mingye withdrew his gaze and turned back to continue drinking his tea.
Sheng Moshi's gaze remained fixed on Si Mingye. Seeing that Si Mingye was actually smiling at Sheng Wanwan, she became even more displeased with Sheng Wanwan.
Her brows furrowed slightly, but when she turned to look at Sheng Wenjin, she regained her usual gentle demeanor.
"Second brother, are you really going to compete with eldest brother in poetry?"
"Okay! Let's begin!"
Sheng Wenjin grew impatient; these people were noisy and annoying...
"Alright! Since Second Brother is so confident, then let's have a match, Big Brother?"
Sheng Moshi could barely contain her smile.
This Sheng Wenjin really brought this upon himself...
“Alright! I had heard of my second brother’s literary talent and skill in poetry before I came to the capital.”
Coincidentally, when I have nothing to do, I also like to compose a few poems randomly.
Since my second brother wishes to compare himself with me, then I shall humbly accept!
Sheng Ye stood up and said.
Sheng Ye was dressed in a green robe, with a handsome face and elegant demeanor.
But in terms of looks alone, he can't compare to Sheng Wenjin.
The two servants helped them prepare writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, and laid the paper on the stone table.
"But what are the rules?"
Sheng Wenjin looked at Sheng Moshi and asked.
"No, both of you are welcome to do as you please!" Sheng Moshi said with a faint smile.
She had already written down all the grand and magnificent poems that she no longer needed for Sheng Ye, and asked him to memorize them.
These poems are masterpieces, and therefore cannot be given a title.
If a topic is set, what if it's not in those poems, or Sheng Ye hasn't memorized it? Wouldn't that expose him?
"good!"
Sheng Wenjin nodded and began to write.
A confident smile appeared on Sheng Ye's lips, and he began to write.
Before long, the two calligraphy pieces were finished and placed on the stone table.
Both pieces of calligraphy were beautifully written, but the difference was that Sheng Ye's calligraphy was more conventional and square.
Sheng Wenjin's calligraphy, however, has a somewhat arrogant and unruly feel.
Having experienced countless lifetimes in the mortal world, I have seen through the hazy illusions of fleeting life.
Clouds drift and gather as the heavens will, flowers bloom and fade as they will, east and west.
A hundred years have passed like a fleeting guest, and all the heroes of the past have vanished into nothingness.
The moon rises and sets in solitude; a heart turned to cold ashes will never regain its former glory.
A newly minted female fan of Sheng Wenjin slowly recited his poem.
"This poem evokes a sense of desolation, as if one has witnessed the vicissitudes of life; it makes one very sad to read it..."
The female fan looked up at Sheng Wenjin, her eyes filled with heartache.
What exactly happened to make this once-glorious and promising young man write such a poem?
"What a wonderful poem! Truly a wonderful poem! No wonder even Master Chen praised the Second Young Master Sheng so highly! He is indeed exceptionally talented! His brilliance is truly remarkable!"
"Indeed! This poem is so sad to read. I wonder what Young Master Sheng went through to write such heartbreaking verses."
But I, Xie, have always admired your great talent.
I was already deeply impressed by your talent at the poetry gathering two years ago.
Afterwards, you fell into a coma, and Xie felt sorry for you for a long time.
Regardless of what others say, I think your poems are the most inspired. Don't be discouraged, and don't give up on yourself!
If you work hard, you'll definitely be the top scorer next year!
Xie Qingyuan looked at Sheng Wenjin and sincerely encouraged him.
Xie Qingyuan was the top scorer two years ago, and he has reminisced about it with his friends more than once.
The reason he was able to become the top scholar was entirely because Sheng Wenjin did not participate in that exam!
Sheng Wenjin was unmoved by Xie Qingyuan's encouragement, merely nodding slightly in response.
Seeing this, Xie Qingyuan patted Sheng Wenjin on the shoulder and said nothing more.
...
At this moment, someone began to read Sheng Ye's poem:
"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"
Have you not seen the sorrow reflected in the bright mirror of the high hall, where white hair, once black as silk in the morning, has turned to snow by evening?
Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful; don't let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon.
Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again.
...
...
"A dappled horse, a thousand pieces of gold, call the boy to exchange them for fine wine, to dispel with you our age-old sorrows."
The entire audience fell silent upon hearing the poem.
Even Si Mingye, who was always expressionless and detached, changed his expression.
"Poet Immortal! The eldest son of the Sheng family truly deserves the title of Poet Immortal! Only a talent like the eldest son of the Sheng family could produce such exquisite poems!"
The Prince Rui's heir stood up and gently waved a folding fan in his hand.
He was in cahoots with the Sheng siblings. So, naturally, he had to step forward and act as the atmosphere-maker.
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