"Write a poem about my deceased wife." The scholar in green robe announced loudly.
There was an immediate commotion all around.
"On the topic of my deceased wife?"
"Or writing lyrics?"
"Song Chi's luck is really bad."
"Ha ha!"
"Song Chi is only sixteen years old and hasn't even married yet, yet he was given a question like this. How could he possibly answer it?"
"And writing lyrics is even more difficult."
"He definitely can't do it. Looks like the winner of this round must be Duan Yunzhou!"
The people around were talking about it, and their expressions were full of ridicule.
The topics for poetry writing were chosen randomly, and there were many topics, but it was obvious that Song Chi had chosen the most difficult one.
Whether writing poetry or composing poems, you need to have an environmental mood.
Song Chi was a young man, but he had to write a poem about his deceased wife. This had nothing to do with him. He had never had such an experience, so how could he write it?
However, Duan Yunzhou drew the poem about chrysanthemums, which he was best at.
The results are obvious.
"He's doomed to fail!"
"Anything could happen at the literary conference. He actually dared to speak out in advance. Now he knows the consequences, right?"
"Not only did he lose the literary competition, he also lost the bet with Han Yuanzheng. Later, he will kneel down at the gate of Nandu Academy. Let's go and see it together."
"Ha ha."
People around were mocking him, but some were also surprised.
"Why did Duan Yunzhou get the chrysanthemum poem, which he is best at, while Song Chi got this topic?"
"Of course he's just unlucky."
"I think so..."
"Be careful with your words. Don't say such things carelessly."
It’s not that no one had suspicions, but no one dared to speak out.
"Is this your method? You let a teenager like me draw such a question, but I'm afraid you've miscalculated."
Song Chi had no expression on his face.
A literary competition was going on below, but on the top of the Wangjiang Tower, there was a group of people sitting there. They could see the situation below, and someone was also passing on the message in time.
Among them were the presidents of the four major academies and Hao Yongzhen, one of the four great talents of Jiangnan. In addition, the dignitaries of Jiangzhou City were also invited to watch this literary gathering.
As the richest family, the Gu family was naturally among the invited guests.
Gu Rongshan sat upright, while Gu Ronghua was looking down at the fence.
"This... there must be something strange in that box, otherwise why would Song Chi draw such a question?"
Gu Ronghua said directly: "There is something shady going on!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Gu Rongshan stood up and shouted, "Come back and sit down."
"I'm not wrong. How could it be such a coincidence?" Gu Ronghua pouted and looked unconvinced.
"Come back and sit down. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll go back."
Seeing Gu Rongshan getting angry, Gu Ronghua, who always listened to his sister, had no choice but to return to his seat, but he looked dissatisfied and kept muttering.
"I'm sorry, my brother was ignorant and said something wrong."
Gu Rongshan apologized to the others with a smile.
She is not very old, but she has an outstanding temperament and is stable.
"It's nothing. After all, Song Chi's luck is indeed a bit bad, but there is no shady business here. My Nandu Academy is one of the organizers, and I can't bear this blame."
An old man in a gray-white robe with white hair and beard said with a smile: "Ma Xuezheng is sitting here, how could there be any shady dealings?"
He speaks softly and smiles.
This person is Cheng Hui, the president of Nandu Academy, and also a learned scholar.
The Ma Xuezheng he was referring to was Ma Jingming, the Jiangzhou Xuezheng.
The academic official was in charge of supervising students' studies and the establishment of many academies. He was appointed by the emperor as a Hanlin scholar, one in each state, for a term of three years.
The academy examination is presided over by the academician.
"With so many scholars participating, how could they possibly cheat? Since it's a competition, there's no absolute fairness. Luck is also a part of strength. I can only say that this student was unlucky."
Ma Jingming, who is slightly fat and has a big belly, agreed.
Nando Academy is the private domain of the Prime Minister, and as a member of the literary party, Ma Jingming will naturally speak up for him.
They all knew that with the arrival of the Prime Minister's son, Song Ming could only be the champion of this literary gathering, and everyone else had to give way.
Everyone knew it, but it was Gu Ronghua who exposed it.
"It seems this young man will stop here. Talking about his deceased wife is extremely difficult for us, let alone him."
Cheng Hui shook his head and said, "This young man performed well in the second round, but he will stop here."
Although they were sitting here, they knew everything about the entire competition.
"I wanted to write a poem to commemorate my late wife, but I just couldn't come up with it."
Sun Qu, the dean of Huating Academy, sighed deeply. Everyone present knew that he had a deep relationship with his wife, but she died early.
"If he can write a good work, I will thank him."
"He definitely can't write a lyric about his deceased wife." Cheng Hui shook his head and said bluntly.
He knew Song Chi's background and wanted to expel Song Chi from the academy, so he was naturally optimistic about him.
"Sister, what should I do?"
Gu Ronghua poked her sister inwardly, "Song Chi failed. Isn't this a difficult situation for him?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If he is really talented, why would he be afraid of being challenged?"
Gu Rongshan's beautiful eyes fell on Song Chi below.
If Song Chi can win the first prize this time, she will let her brother become close friends with him. If not... then he should stay away from him as soon as possible.
"That's my poem."
While the conversation was going on above, Duan Yunzhou had already composed a poem.
Poems about chrysanthemums are what he is best at and he can compose them easily.
But his expression was a little unnatural at the moment. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what was going on, which made him look like he had won unfairly.
Why didn’t Song Chi also get a poem about chrysanthemums?
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