Upon hearing Long Jingtian's words, everyone present was surprised.
"Third Prince, you're so confident. Does that mean you already have a solution?"
I think so too.
"It seems that the Third Prince, Long Jingtian, is indeed talented."
"Even if it doesn't surpass 'The Song of Everlasting Regret,' as long as it's not too far behind 'The Song of Everlasting Regret,' it will still earn us respect. After all, 'The Song of Everlasting Regret' is the greatest love poem of all time!"
"good……"
A series of sounds rang out.
Empress Lin Shiyu's face also showed surprise, clearly showing some curiosity about the poem that Long Jingtian was about to compose.
Long Jingtian sneered inwardly, "Not too far off?"
This time, he aims to surpass "The Song of Everlasting Regret"!
He noticed that everyone's eyes were on him.
The Third Prince, Long Jingtian, smiled slightly and recited a poem.
"The rainbow-colored dress breaks through the nine layers of smoke, and a dance in the spring breeze lasts for fifteen years."
Upon hearing these lines of poetry, the talented scholars present were slightly taken aback.
It must be said that the third prince of the Ancient Dragon Kingdom is truly talented.
Such a line of poetry could not be written without a strong foundation in poetry.
However, some people were surprised.
I feel like I've heard this line of poetry somewhere before.
"Why do I have this feeling of familiarity?"
"Me too, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before, but I just can't remember where."
"..."
A series of sounds rang out, and the talented men present listened attentively.
Long Jingtian smiled slightly. He was unrestrained and elegant. As he spoke, a poem was already composed.
"The rainbow-colored robes first pierced through the nine layers of smoke, a dance in the spring breeze lasting fifteen years."
The jade palace, adorned with starlight like a mica curtain, and the golden carriage, bathed in rosy clouds, resemble a plate of lychees.
The startled bowstring ripped through the silk beyond Tongguan Pass; the iron armor frosted over the ground before Mawei.
Pear blossoms, like snow, cover the temple's peaks; white silk ribbons flutter like banners of heartbreak.
The moss in the Qingming Hall is green, yet I still remember the bright pearl shining in the night.
The moment the poem was recited, the Third Prince, Long Jingtian, smiled slightly, exuding a carefree and unrestrained air.
"Gentlemen, what do you think?"
He smiled, a hint of arrogance on his face.
But the talented men present were all stunned.
As talented individuals skilled in poetry, they all readily understood the meaning of the poems.
"When the rainbow-colored feathered dress broke through the clouds, Yang Guifei's magnificent dance has been passed down for fifteen years."
The luminous pearl beside the Agarwood Pavilion illuminated the mica screen, and the imperial carriage carried fresh lychees delivered by fast horses from Lingnan.
The drums of war at Yuyang shattered the warm mist of Huaqing Pool, and the rain of arrows from Tongguan tore through the robes of a beautiful woman. As the frost of black armor solidified at dawn at Mawei Post Station, a three-foot-long white silk ribbon became the final lament of a prosperous era.
The pear blossoms in the Buddhist temple, like snowflakes, cover the sorrowful moon over Mount Emei. The once-golden hairpins adorning her hair now only leave white silk fluttering in the wind, tearing the emperor's vows to shreds.
The moss-covered steps before the Qingming Hall are a deep green, faintly reflecting the gleam of pearls from those nightly whispers.
This is a very good story.
but--
Isn't this just "The Song of Everlasting Regret"?
At this moment, they finally understood where the feeling of déjà vu came from!
That is the story being told, the content of "The Song of Everlasting Regret".
In other words, this is a poem written by Long Jingtian, but he used a part of the story of "The Song of Everlasting Regret".
At this moment, Long Jingtian was still smug.
However, some talented scholars began to look at the Third Prince, Long Jingtian, with strange expressions.
"I understand now, that's why I felt like I'd seen it before."
"So, he borrowed Du Dafu's story?!"
"Isn't this plagiarism?"
"This is plagiarism!"
"Don't think that just because you've used some fancy words, I won't notice."
"I, Ximen Qin, despise plagiarists the most..."
As a series of sounds rang out, the Third Prince Long Jingtian's expression suddenly stiffened.
He thought he would win applause, but they accused him of plagiarism.
The servants behind Long Jingtian also realized something was wrong and quickly began to help Long Jingtian clean up the floor.
"What plagiarism? What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense! How could my prince plagiarize? Scholars borrowing things, how can that be called plagiarism?"
"That's right, it's not considered stealing for a scholar to steal a book. Borrowing from it shouldn't be called plagiarism either."
Hearing his two subordinates explain on his behalf, the Third Prince breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he was still somewhat anxious.
He simply felt that the atmosphere was somewhat unpleasant.
This is his poem, which he is preparing to use to make a comeback and defeat Du Dafu. It absolutely cannot be labeled as plagiarism!
Seeing the disdainful looks from those around him, Long Jingtian quickly said, "Please don't misunderstand, I did not plagiarize. I would never do such a thing. Besides, Du Dafu could use Yang Guifei and the Prince of Han as protagonists, so why can't I?"
Gu Jian chuckled upon hearing this.
He hasn't spoken yet.
The young master with kidney deficiency stepped forward, his face pale, and said, "Third Prince, this is where you are wrong. What do you mean by saying that Brother Zimei can use it, but you can't?"
"The story of Yang Guifei was created by Brother Zimei, so he can naturally use it."
"But you used the story that Du Dafu created without his permission, which is plagiarism!"
Other talented men echoed his sentiments.
"Exactly. I thought the Third Prince was going to unleash a powerful move. But I didn't expect his move to be plagiarism."
"Third Prince, you are also a prince of the Ancient Demon Dragon Kingdom. How can you do this with such shame?"
"I despise plagiarists more than anyone else in my life. Third Prince, you have disappointed me greatly!"
"..."
A series of voices rose up, each one a critique of Long Jingtian.
Behind the beaded curtain, Lin Shiyu, while surprised, couldn't help but show a look of disappointment on her face.
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