Hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Yan Shu pondered for a moment, then stood up and said, "Let me come."
"Prime Minister Yan is so talented that Zijing feels inferior to him."
Seeing Yan Shu stand up, Song Qi felt a little timid. After all, Yan Shu was a great poet, and his literary reputation spread throughout the Song Dynasty. If he wrote a poem that was better than Yan Shu's, wouldn't his literary reputation be overshadowed?
So Song Qi quickly gave in and said, "If Prime Minister Yan had written the lyrics, Zi Jing would have had to hide his face and leave."
“Hahahahahahaha.”
Seeing Song Qi surrender, Yan Shu was very happy and sat back down.
Zhao Zhen said with great interest, "Then, Mr. Song, which gentleman's poem do you think can resonate with you?"
Song Qi looked around.
Lu Yijian, Wang Zeng, Li Di and others are not easy to deal with.
Although they are not very famous as writers, they actually have good lyric writing skills, and it is a bit difficult to put them together.
The rest of the people are not bad either. If the boat capsizes and they are pushed down by others, it would be a bit embarrassing.
For writers, literary fame is something they have to fight for.
After thinking for a moment, Song Qi could only smile bitterly and said, "Except for Lord Yan, all the other lords are welcome to write if they wish."
He actually wanted to pick on the weak and targeted Zhao Jun who was just eating.
But he heard that our Zhao Zhiyuan was narrow-minded and that his life would be difficult if he offended him, so he was not so bold as to provoke him.
But when he glanced around and finally took a deep look at Zhao Jun who was concentrating on eating, he was noticed by Zhao Zhen above.
Zhao Zhen, eager to watch the show, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. The gentlemen present are all reasonable people. They won't blame you if you can't write. Hanlong, if you can't write poetry, will you blame Song Qing?"
Zhao Jun raised his head, glanced at Song Qi, and said happily: "I don't blame him, but are you sure I can't write poetry?"
“Hahahahahahaha.”
Many of the officials laughed.
The other ministers of various departments who were unaware of the inside story were completely confused.
Do the prime ministers and the emperor know that our director has a superb level of poetry?
"In that case, I will choose the dean to write a poem in response to my poem!"
Zhao Jun's words instead aroused Song Qi's displeasure.
Everyone knows that the director of the Institute of Political System did not enter the officialdom through the imperial examination, but was promoted from the director of the Imperial City Bureau to the Institute of Political System. He got the support of the government and the prime ministers to sit in this position.
Because the procedures were incorrect, the officials below were quite dissatisfied, believing that Zhao Jun was not selected normally and was not qualified to become the mayor of the court. There was an endless stream of opposition voices.
It was just that Zhao Jun's authority was at its peak. He had beheaded so many people and arrested so many corrupt officials that no one dared to directly cause trouble for him.
But writing poetry is a hard skill and is related to literary reputation, so Song Qi felt insulted when he heard what Zhao Jun said.
How can you, a person who couldn't even pass the imperial examination, write poems that surpass mine?
It doesn't make sense.
I must teach this dean a lesson.
However, Zhao Jun repeatedly asked, "Are you sure you want me to write it? Don't you regret it?"
"Sure."
Song Qi said firmly: "I will never regret it."
"That's a poem for the occasion, right?"
Zhao Jun asked again.
"Yes."
Song Qi responded, "Whether it's for today's sacrifice or for the New Year's auspiciousness, it's all fine."
“Crackle!”
At this moment, firecrackers were set off everywhere in Bianliang City.
The noise grew louder and louder, and the atmosphere became more lively.
Zhao Jun thought for a moment and said, "This poem fits the occasion. The year ends with the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. The sun shines brightly in every household, and people always replace the old charms with new ones."
“What a wonderful poem!”
"Yes, it's really fitting. The firecrackers just happened to go off."
"Hahaha, I didn't expect the dean to be so talented! This poem should be the best New Year poem!"
After hearing this, the ministers were stunned at first, and then they cheered.
Song Qi bowed silently and left the hall.
Zhao Zhen waved to Zhao Jun on the stage, and Zhao Jun walked up and came to Zhao Zhen's side.
Zhao Zhen whispered in his ear, "Whose work did you copy this from?"
"Wang Anshi's."
Zhao Jun glanced at Empress Cao who was sitting upright not far away and answered in a low voice.
"Your poem is so good, it scared people away."
"You're the one who fanned the flames, aren't you?"
"I'm doing this for your own good. You lack everything except literary fame. Everyone says you lack literary talent and are unworthy of your position. After today, there will be less gossip like this."
"Then I have to thank you."
"You're welcome. This is what I should do."
Zhao Zhen said happily.
Zhao Jun rolled his eyes and returned to his seat.
(End of this chapter)
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