As soon as Zhou Zhengan finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Song Chi. He already had a good relationship with Han Yu, and wanted to rely on the Han family to further strengthen his influence in the court.
Now, I am trying to make the son of the Prime Minister famous, and I have the opportunity to get close to the Prime Minister. This opportunity is so rare that I will naturally seize it. This time I did it on purpose.
All he wanted was a successful career in the government.
This kid just stole the limelight and made the Prime Minister lose face. Now he needs to be stepped on, and the poetry competition is a good opportunity.
This was not only his idea, but also the idea of most people present. They were very unhappy that a young man of humble origin could defeat the son of the Prime Minister and win the favor of the female commander.
"The bet is set, there's no going back on it, Master Han, is this what you said?"
Han Yuanzheng asked Song Chi, "What do you mean? You don't really think you can beat Master Ming, do you? Do you understand poetry?"
Song Chi shook his head and said, "The female commander is a military commander who fights on the battlefield. What she hates most is probably red tape and poetry. Therefore, the competition for poems for the female commander is not about the quality of the poem, but about who can resonate with the female commander the most!"
"Song Ming obviously knew this, so his seven-character quatrain wasn't particularly outstanding. The entire poem simply expressed homesickness, hoping it would resonate with the female commander, but that wasn't enough."
Song Chi's words made everyone stunned, and it seemed that what he said made some sense.
Curiosity flashed in Shen Liangcai's eyes. How could a person change so much?
"Shut up!"
"Do you think you can write any good poems?" Han Yuanzheng suppressed his bad premonition and sneered.
Song Chi said in a low voice: "I can't write any good poems, but the poems I write will surely resonate with the female commander!"
“Arrogant!”
While the two were arguing, Zhou Fuyin stood there in a daze. He held a piece of thin paper and repeatedly confirmed that the poem was written by that boy, but this was completely different from what he had imagined.
Not only is it not a bad poem, it is also an excellent work!
Zhou Zhengan was a prefect who passed the imperial examination. He had a vague feeling that this poem might be more favored by the female commander. Wouldn't that make the boy famous?
"Your Excellency, please read it quickly and let us appreciate your masterpiece."
Han Yuanzheng stood up and shouted. What he said was naturally a sarcasm, and his playmates immediately followed suit.
“Yes, Song Chi can offer good advice to the female commander, so he can certainly offer good advice to the female commander.”
"Don't underestimate Song Chi, he's just a book boy, he's a true genius. He failed the county exam for three consecutive years, and it was intentional. He will definitely pass in a few days."
"I consider myself to be knowledgeable and well-versed in poetry and writing, but compared to him, I am probably nothing?" Even Song Ming shouted out loud. These words were clearly flattery. Everyone had bad intentions and laughed even louder.
Shen Liangcai gritted his teeth and said, "These people have really ugly faces."
"It's okay, I'll slap them in the face later." Song Chi comforted his master. He suddenly found that the prince was too delicate and a little effeminate.
At this time, Han Yuanzheng deliberately said loudly: "Why hasn't the prefect read it yet? Is it because the poem is too bad?"
"Ha ha!"
The people around him laughed, and Prefect Zhou looked troubled.
"Read it." Even Song Shiwen urged him. He was also curious about what this rebellious son could make.
There was nothing he could do now, and Prefecture Governor Zhou could only recite it in public.
"Bend the bow and fight as a man, and in my dreams I once painted a thrush."
Han Yuanzheng's laughter stopped abruptly as soon as the first two sentences were recited. The place instantly became silent. Liang Qingwu, who had just picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, was slightly stunned.
"cough."
Zhou Fu Yin cleared his throat and continued, "How often have I thought of returning home? I raise my cup to toast Ming Fei on the clouds."
"Bang!"
Liang Qingwu stood up directly, not caring at all that the chair was knocked over. Song Ming's expression was filled with disbelief, and he kept shaking his head and muttering, "Impossible, impossible, how could he write such a poem!"
She disguised herself as a man to join the army and fight. She also put on makeup in front of the mirror with her female companions in her dreams. In order to defend her country, she tried her best to restrain herself when she wanted to go home many times.
She drank with the soldiers at the border. Although she was a girl, she pretended to be a man. In order to pacify the border, she went to the battlefield thousands of miles away. Like Concubine Ming and her relatives who died and left a green tomb, she will be remembered forever by future generations.
"He... understands me!"
Liang Qingwu's gaze, which had been calm up to this point, now shone with brilliance.
Everyone was stunned, even Song Shiwen was no exception. This poem was not the best, but it was definitely the most appropriate. It was almost Liang Qingwu's experience, and it also showed her state of mind vividly.
Especially the last sentence "By the clouds, I wish Ming Fei to be with you" is the finishing touch, which makes people's scalp tingle when they hear it.
There was a princess in the previous dynasty who married a foreigner for the sake of border tranquility and peace between the two places. She became a legend and was admired by people. Later generations called her Mingfei.
In Song Chi's poem, he compared Liang Qingwu to Ming Fei, which no one could help but be pleased with. The homesickness expressed in Song Ming's poem could not be compared at all.
"Song Chi...you!"
There was a strong look of surprise in Shen Liangcai's eyes.
How can he write so well, how can he write such poems.
Shen Liangcai knew too well the destructive power of this poem on women. It was comparable to Concubine Ming, admired by people, and remembered by future generations. Liang Qingwu's reaction said it all.
Song Chi said sternly, "Your Highness, you are clearing my name, risking your own dignity and the Shen family's reputation. If you trust me, how can I let you lose?"
"Yeah." Shen Liangcai nodded heavily.
"This is the poem written by Song Chi." After saying this, Zhou Fuyin left the scene. This remark brought everyone back to their senses and also woke Han Yuanzheng up.
"This isn't his work, this isn't his work! How could a loser who couldn't even pass the Tongsheng exam write such a poem?"
Han Yuanzheng's face flushed red and he had lost his composure. He was a scholar himself, so how could he not tell the difference between good and bad.
Song Ming's work was pretty good, but it was far inferior to this one. The female commander had no reaction before, but now she was moved.
"Just now you watched me write it, but now you deny it?" Song Chi said indifferently, "Young Master Han has lost his composure."
Han Yuanzheng stretched his neck and said, "What I mean is that this poem was written by someone else. You memorized it beforehand and then wrote it down right now."
"Are you trying to force your argument?"
Song Chi said coldly, "Before this, we didn't even know there was such a thing as a poem dedicated to a female commander!"
Han Yuanzheng was suddenly speechless.
"Anyway...anyway..." Han Yuanzheng hesitated and couldn't speak.
"You're not trying to cheat, are you?"
"Whether it's good or bad is not up to us to decide. The female coach hasn't been selected yet." Han Yuanzheng's face was ugly and he gritted his teeth, and he was at a loss for a moment.
Song Chi said disdainfully: "You really won't cry until you see the coffin!"
He clearly saw Liang Qingwu walking towards him. She looked even more excited than when he won the military exercise. Even her eyes were a little dazed.
Ps: The protagonist is not a bootlicker, he just wants to win
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