"My prince comes first."
Long Jingtian, the third prince of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom, had already stood up.
He had been prepared for this for a long time.
Over the years, in pursuit of the Queen of Poetry, he has learned a great deal about poetry.
In addition, he has a remarkable talent for understanding poetry, and in just three years, he has raised his poetry skills to a very high level.
In terms of poetry, even the most talented scholars and writers of the Zhao state were no match for him.
He believed he could outshine everyone else!
He was full of confidence, his gaze sweeping arrogantly over the entire room, then looked towards the direction of the beaded curtain where Lin Shiyu was, smiled slightly, and said: "This poem, titled 'Remembering Shiyu,' is written with Shiyu in mind. Please give your comments!"
She has a very pretentious appearance and even calls herself Queen Shiyu.
His purpose was clearly very clear, which greatly displeased the scholars present.
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, smiled slightly and recited a poem.
"The wind caresses the peach branches, and the blossoms open early; where the pink petals drift, I recall the rain of poetry. We once strolled together along the fragrant path, and often recited poems by the green water bridge."
As he recited, he seemed to be immersed in the imagery of the poem.
This greatly surprised the scholars present.
The prince of the dragon clan can actually compose poetry.
From just a few simple sentences, you can tell that he has some skill.
Then, they saw the Third Prince, Long Jingtian, slowly say: "The sound of falling leaves on the empty steps grows quiet, and the distant peaks are shrouded in clouds, making dreams hard to describe. I entrust my longing to the wind, and gaze to the ends of the earth, hoping for news from afar."
The wind caresses the peach branches, and the blossoms open early; where the pink petals drift, one recalls the rain of poetry.
We once strolled together along the fragrant path, and often recited poems by the green water bridge.
The sound of falling leaves on the empty steps grows quiet; clouds veil the distant peaks, making dreams hard to describe.
I send my longing thoughts on the wind, gazing into the distance, hoping for news from afar.
As one poem ended, the poetry gathering hall fell silent.
They had to admit that although they disliked the Third Prince, his poem was quite good.
Lin Shiyu was also somewhat surprised, then looked at the poetry critic and asked, "Minister Wang, what do you think of this poem?"
Just as Wang Situ was about to speak, he suddenly paused slightly.
It was because a voice entered his mind.
He glanced in the direction of the Third Prince, Long Jingtian, his expression a mixture of fear and complexity. Then, forcing a smile, he said, "Your Majesty, this is a seven-character poem, and it is truly wonderful!"
"It describes the experience of passing by a peach blossom path in spring and being reminded of someone by the sight of the blossoms. It is a lyrical poem."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "This poem is about spring, when peach blossoms are in full bloom. As the petals fall with the wind, the poet thinks of a woman named Shiyu."
"He and this woman named Shiyu strolled together along a secluded path, passed a bridge called Bishui, and recited poems and made merry on the bridge."
"After that, he and Shiyu parted ways, but in his dreams, he still saw her beautiful face."
"Because he missed this woman named Shiyu, he would gaze into the distance whenever the wind blew. He hoped that the wind could carry his longing to her, and that the woman named Shiyu, at the ends of the earth, could respond to his love."
Lin Shiyu nodded slightly upon hearing this, then looked at another poetry critic and asked, "Mr. Luo, what do you think?"
Luo Jingwei nodded slightly and said, "Your Majesty, this poem is wonderful. I think it is a masterpiece. Even if it is not a poem that can govern the country, it is enough to make the whole province famous!"
The scholars present were astonished.
I never expected that this poem written by the Third Prince would receive such high praise.
The poem originated in Mingzhou?!
They didn't think the poem was that good; perhaps they were mistaken.
Ye Chen also frowned.
Thinking this is great?
Just then.
Someone burst out laughing.
Everyone turned around and saw that it was Bian Daque with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing behind Gu Jian.
The sycophantic Fan Chengren frowned and said, "Brother, what are you laughing at? Isn't my prince's poem good?"
Bian Daque shook his head and said, "No, no. Not good at all. I think the translations by the critics are better than the poem itself."
The sound faded.
The people around were all surprised.
This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes has some nerve!
Wang Situ's lips twitched.
He realized there were still discerning people out there.
Did I lie through my teeth and get caught?
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, also showed anger on his face and asked Bian Daque, "Who are you?"
Bian Daque smiled slightly and said, "I am Bian Niuque, the younger brother of Brother Du Dafu!"
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, was immediately surprised.
I thought he was a servant, but he turned out to be Du Dafu's younger brother.
Then he said coldly, "You say my poems are bad? Can you write better ones?"
Bian Daque chuckled and said, "I can't, but my elder brother certainly can."
“My older brother could easily crush a poem like that.”
Back in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, Bian Daque had seen Gu Jian's poem "Bring in the Wine".
Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky?
When the poem was first written, its magnificent and imposing style was unmatched by any other.
In comparison, this so-called "Remembering the Rain" is utterly terrible.
While Bian Daque's talent may not be considered top-tier, he was still among the top 100 in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom's literary examination.
He can tell whether something is good or bad.
All eyes immediately fell on Gu Jian.
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, also looked coldly at Gu Jian, his expression unfriendly, and said, "So, you think my poem is bad? That it can crush me?"
The talented men around him also turned to look at Gu Jian.
Although they didn't want to lose to the Third Prince Long Jingtian, they actually thought the poem was quite good.
And it was written in such a short time.
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