Xiao Cheng was also a little curious about what kind of good poem Xie Chen could write in such a short time, so he asked Lu Jingxuan to read the poem. Lu Jingxuan nodded, took the paper, and began to read.
"A solitary lamp illuminates the cold moon, and a lone shadow faces the empty courtyard."
"I have no place to send my longing, only tears staining my clothes."
"I dream of your face every night, and look forward to hearing from you every morning."
"I wish I could turn into a south-flying wild goose, carrying a letter to your heart."
After Lu Jingxuan finished reading, the whole audience fell silent. It seemed as if they all saw a man missing his beloved who was far away when he was alone late at night.
"Good poem! Good poem!"
After a brief silence, cheers broke out in the venue. A group of nobles shook their heads and recited the poem again. They thought it was very well written.
What’s more important is that it was written in such a short time.
Yizhou Beijia exclaimed: "It is said that Mr. Xie is quick-witted. Today I see that his reputation is well-deserved."
Zhizhong also said: "A solitary lamp illuminates the cold moon. The opening line has a mood. It is both the solitary lamp and the solitary person, which should be made clear."
The Chief Secretary and the Sima also praised him highly.
Some of the daughters of noble families at the banquet even covered their faces with handkerchiefs, their eyes reddened. “I dream of your face every night, and hope to hear from you every morning. Your love is so deep that it makes people sigh.”
Women are most easily moved by such infatuated men, and their eyes look at Xie Chen with a little more tenderness.
Xiao Cheng was also very satisfied and felt that Xie Chen was worthy of being a famous talent and lived up to this reputation.
Xiao Zhiruo remained silent. Even if she was asked to write it, she couldn't write such a good lovesick poem in such a short time.
She looked at Pei Yun again and saw that he hadn't finished writing yet. She sighed slightly. This question was just a way for Xie Chen to save face. Pei Yun had already made her very satisfied, so she didn't force him to write any poem anymore.
But she couldn't say that the competition was over, because if Pei Yun lost, he would have to kowtow, which would undoubtedly be a great insult to a man.
But Xiao Zhiruo didn't say anything, but someone else said.
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