He appeared very generous, but in reality, he was extremely unhappy.
What makes Du Dafu so capable of producing such poems?
Fortunately, even if you lose the first question, there are still two more to go.
He still has the ability to turn the tide!
The people around them began to whisper among themselves.
"Is what the Third Prince said true?"
"I don't know, but if it's true, then they do have a sense of responsibility."
"good!"
"..."
A series of sounds rang out.
It must be said that Long Jingtian did manage to save some face.
Seeing this, Lin Shiyu nodded.
This was a poetry gathering she had been preparing for a long time, and she didn't want it to end in a lackluster fashion.
Behind the beaded curtain, Lin Shiyu looked around and asked, "Next, which talented scholar will take the stage?"
The talented scholars looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward.
They were already brainstorming ideas when Lin Shiyu set the questions.
Over such a long period of time, poetry was also conceived.
In particular, there are the five talented men: Dongyin, Xijian, Nanse, Beilang, and the Kidney-Deficient Gentleman.
Their skill level was already among the best in the original Zhou state, and they were full of confidence in themselves.
However, at this moment, when they compared the poems they had written in their hearts with Gu Jian's "Untitled", they found that...
Their poems are utter garbage, not presentable at all.
"This poem, 'Untitled,' is too exquisite; I'm withdrawing from this round."
"Me too, I'm giving up on this round!"
"It's time to employ the strategy of Tian Ji's horse racing. Although it's a bit underhanded, forfeiting this round is the best course of action. Du Fu is exceptionally talented, but I don't believe he can produce another poem like 'Untitled' that will be remembered for generations in the next two rounds!"
"Indeed, great minds think alike..."
A series of sounds rang out.
Gu Jian was surprised.
Are these guys all preparing for a "Tian Ji horse racing" strategy?
He simply picked one of the three hundred Tang poems at random.
So it was considered a top-class horse?
Gu Jian couldn't help but find it amusing.
But I do understand this to some extent.
After all, any of the poems he knew had been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years and had withstood countless tests.
It's not something just anyone can surpass in less than two and a half incense sticks' time.
Queen Lin Shiyu was surprised.
Both critics were equally surprised.
However, they are also quite understanding.
Simply because this poem, "Untitled," is so stunning.
This is at least a poem that can be used to protect the nation, and it is destined to be remembered for generations to come!
Queen Lin Shiyu glanced at the two critics, exchanged a few words and communicated telepathically, then nodded slightly and said, "In this first round, will any more talented people step forward? If not, Du Dafu will be the winner of this round."
The poetry gathering consists of three rounds; this is the first round, and there are two more to come.
There was no response from inside the venue.
Many talented individuals are eager to showcase their skills in the second round.
At this moment.
An untimely sound rang out.
"Wait a minute."
Everyone looked over upon hearing this, and saw that the speaker was dressed in a black robe and had a handsome appearance; it was Ye Xiaofan!
He slowly stood up from the chair, a confident smile on his face!
Seeing Ye Chen stand up, Gu Jian was surprised, then found it interesting.
Is his good junior brother about to make a move?
As is customary, it's time for Ye Chen, the chosen one, to step forward and show off.
But Gu Jian was very curious.
What kind of poetry can he write?
Lin Shiyu was somewhat surprised to see Ye Chen stand up.
Then, in a soft, sweet voice, she asked, "Master Ye, are you prepared to compete against Mr. Zimei and the Third Prince in this round?"
"good!"
Ye Chen smiled slightly, a smile curving his lips, a smile unique to the Dragon King.
“In my eyes, neither ‘Untitled’ nor ‘Remembering Poetry Rain’ is too ordinary and cannot compare to the real me.”
"With my strength, I will definitely crush them!"
Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, Lin Shiyu was immediately surprised.
Is Ye Xiaofan really that confident?!
She was still curious and somewhat expectant.
The talented men present were also quite surprised.
"This Ye Xiaofan seems so confident. Could he possibly write a poem better than 'Untitled'?"
"I don't know, but it feels like there's going to be a good show."
"Let alone surpassing Du Fu's 'Untitled', if I can even rival 'Untitled', then my trip will have been worthwhile!"
"good……"
A series of sounds rang out, and the talented men present were all filled with anticipation.
Seeing this, Ye Chen's smile deepened.
In his view, both Du Dafu's Untitled Poem and the Third Prince's Poem on Rain were too ordinary.
He has a poem from Green Star that's enough to crush them.
Seeing this, Lin Shiyu, behind the beaded curtain, couldn't help but look at it with higher regard and said, "In that case, let Ye Menke compose the poem."
"Can!"
Ye Chen smiled slightly, looking quite pretentious, and glanced around before saying, "This poem is titled 'Love Dream,' everyone listen carefully."
then.
He began to recite.
"The flickering candlelight illuminates the painted pavilion, endless longing lingers in my heart!"
Upon hearing the poem, those present were astonished.
This Ye Xiaofan is quite capable.
The opening scene immediately reminded them of a scene where they climb a tall building and miss their beloved.
Seeing the surprised looks on everyone's faces, Ye Chen sneered inwardly.
The poems written by a man of destiny like him are sure to dazzle them.
The time has come to prove them wrong!
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