More than a dozen excellent works by Baili.
In the past, it was a time of flourishing.
Such a grand scene rarely occurs at a poetry conference.
Originally, such a scene should attract the hearts of beauties and gain the admiration of the masses.
But now?
But it became a joke!
"Damn it, this is all your fault, Chen Yu!"
Wen Bubai and others looked at Chen Yu, their fists clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.
If it weren't for Chen Yu, how could they have suffered such a great humiliation?
"Lord Wenxuan, please come in! Let me see your level!"
Zhao Hesheng spoke with a cold expression.
The others who received the invitations all had cold expressions on their faces.
"Lord Wenxuan, let us read your masterpiece!"
"Oh, Lord Wenxuan is a model of literature in the world. If he can't write a masterpiece, wouldn't it be shameful?"
"That's right. We have all written masterpieces worth hundreds of miles. If Lord Wenxuan doesn't offer a masterpiece worth a thousand miles, wouldn't that disappoint everyone?"
There were bursts of exclamations all around.
A masterpiece is something that can only be encountered by chance.
For a scholar, if he can write a famous article, it is enough to make him happy in his life.
In all the previous poetry conferences, Qianli's famous works have only appeared two or three times.
Every time it happened, it caused a sensation in the royal capital.
"Hey, it's not that easy to write a masterpiece."
Su Meng shook his head secretly and was not optimistic about Chen Yu.
Many people share the same idea as Su Meng.
Although Chen Yu had made a great impression in the court before, he had never made any achievements in poetry.
"Pavilion Master, do you think Wenxuan Gong can write a famous poem?"
Xiao Qi asked curiously.
Qin Hongxiu frowned and said, "Confucianism is declining nowadays, and the level of scholars is far lower than before."
"It's not easy to create a masterpiece of a hundred miles, and it's been a long time since a masterpiece of a thousand miles appeared."
"It would be difficult for Lord Wenxuan to write it down."
In my heart, I sighed secretly.
The mouth of a scholar is a murderous knife.
If you can't do it, you will become a laughing stock in the audience.
This is naked flattery.
"Chen Yu, how would you react in this situation?"
Qin Hongxiu clenched her fists slightly.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Yu stood up, walked to the desk, and slowly picked up the pen.
After a moment of hesitation, Chen Yu began to write.
In an instant, all the sounds at the scene disappeared, and everyone stared at Chen Yu closely, breathing much slower.
Buzz.
As Chen Yu finished the first few words, the literary aura on his body began to surge.
A rich aura of literary flavor instantly emerged on the paper, appearing before everyone's eyes.
The halo condensed but did not disperse, and then turned into a ripple, spreading far and wide in all directions.
The rich scent of ink instantly filled the entire Hongxiu Pavilion and rushed into everyone's nose.
"Ten miles of excellent writing! My god, these are just a few words, and it's already reached the level of ten miles of excellent writing!?"
Su Meng exclaimed, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
There was a commotion at the scene.
"Hiss, this is incredible. He has reached the level of a ten-mile good article so quickly?"
"It seems that this poem by Lord Wenxuan is definitely a masterpiece of a hundred miles. I just wonder if it can reach the level of a masterpiece of a thousand miles."
"It's said that Duke Wenxuan was unlearned and couldn't even recite poetry. Now it seems that this rumor is just a joke."
Everyone was whispering.
Wen Bubai and others looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy.
He reached the level of Shili Haowen so quickly, which is much better than them.
Could it be that this guy is really capable of writing a masterpiece that will be famous for thousands of miles?
"So fast? That's impressive."
Qin Hongxiu was a little surprised and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Chen Yu continued writing without being disturbed by the noise from the outside world.
A few more words fell.
On the paper, the light became more intense, two circles of ripples spread out in all directions, and the scent of ink was stronger than before.
"Two waves of literary energy! This is the level of Baili's masterpiece!!!"
The crowd was boiling with exclamations one after another.
"What? So fast?!"
Wen Bubai and others could hardly sit still and held on to the armrests tightly.
The time it took Chen Yu to reach Baili Jiazuo was more than twice as fast as theirs!
"What kind of poetry did he write that's so amazing?!"
Everyone was shocked and confused, and couldn't wait to know what Chen Yu had written.
"Could it be that he can really reach the level of a thousand-mile famous article?"
Qin Hongxiu suddenly felt a strong sense of anticipation.
Chen Yu continued writing.
A few more words fell, and this time the change occurred again!
The literary energy on the paper surged, turning into three ripples that flowed in all directions.
The scent of ink is more intense, and there are faint bursts of floral fragrance accompanying it, which makes you feel relaxed and happy after smelling it.
"Oh my god, Qianli! This, this is the level of Qianli's famous works!!!"
Someone exclaimed excitedly, his face flushed red.
Three ripples of literary spirit and a faint fragrance of flowers, this is the performance of Qianli's famous works.
The scene was completely boiling.
"Oh my god, I actually witnessed the emergence of a famous poem today?"
"How fortunate we are! Lord Wenxuan is truly amazing!"
"This scene will surely be recorded in the annals of the poetry conference!"
Everyone looked at Chen Yu with admiration, and some even knelt on the ground, crying excitedly.
In this day and age, there are very few writers who can write famous works!
Wen Bubai and others looked at Chen Yu, stunned.
"He actually did it? He wrote a famous article?"
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