The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Song Chi.
Song Ming's eyes were fierce and his face was ferocious.
"I don't believe you can beat me!" This is already the second to last question. If Song Chi can still solve it, then it will be the final round.
If I lose to Song Chi again, then there is really nothing to say. Even if I use my face to resist, I can't resist. There are students and scholars on both sides of the river who are still waiting for the results of the literary meeting. The poems they have written are suppressed and not circulated.
He must defeat Song Chi fairly, even if it is only by one point. If he is forced to be chosen as the champion regardless of the consequences, he will be overwhelmed by public opinion even if he is the son of the Prime Minister.
Yong Meishi is the simplest, and it is also the one that gives him the best chance of defeating Song Chi, and it is also his last chance.
Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.
Song Chi met these gazes and spoke calmly.
"The clouds resemble clothes and the flowers resemble beauty; the spring breeze blows over the threshold and the dew is gorgeous."
"If we hadn't met on the top of the Jade Mountain, we would have met under the moon on the Jade Terrace."
Just as Song Chi finished speaking, Hao Yongzhen stood up in shock and said hurriedly: "Seeing the brilliance of the clouds, I want to think of her gorgeous clothes; seeing the beauty of the flowers, I want to recognize her radiant appearance. If I see her on the top of the Yuqun Mountain, it would be like meeting her under the moonlight of the Yaochi Lake."
"The poem doesn't contain a single description of physical appearance, yet it expresses itself through its artistic conception. This is a masterpiece of beauty. Wonderful, wonderful."
Hao Yongzhen sighed repeatedly.
At this moment, he had forgotten who to favor. It was a completely subconscious reaction. After he finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurried to make amends.
"cough."
"I believe that Master Ming's work will not be worse than Song Chi's."
It seems to be making amends but it is more like finishing off the enemy. Who can compare with such beautiful words and artistic conception in poetry?
There is no suspense anymore.
Tang Yan crossed his arms, even if he had to use his face to bear it, he couldn't do it again and again.
"Mr. Ming, what do you say?" Fang Yingwu pressed on. "You can continue writing poetry."
Song Ming took a deep breath, "My poems are indeed slightly inferior to Song Chi's, but I can write two poems in a row!"
Because he knew the topic in advance and the poem about plum blossoms was simple, he asked his servant Yang Xiuwen to write an extra poem. Although the quality was not as good as the previous one, it was better in quantity.
Everyone present was on his side, and he only needed an excuse to win.
Song Ming quickly recited two poems, which were naturally incomparable to Song Chi's in terms of artistic conception.
After he finished reciting, Zhang Xiangyang hurriedly said, "The question only requires one poem, but Master Ming has written two in a row. He is truly talented. It seems that this literary competition has also come to a conclusion."
He wanted to use this as an excuse to designate Song Ming as the leader and end the literary gathering directly.
"What?"
Tang Yan, who had just thought the dust had settled, looked dazed. He then hurriedly said, "Although Song Ming wrote two poems, their artistic conception is ordinary and far from the beautiful poems written by Song Chi. What good would it be even if he wrote a hundred of these poems?"
Of course Zhang Xiangyang knew that this was extremely inappropriate, but he had no choice.
Nandu Academy is the direct place for the Literary Party to cultivate talents. Naturally, the several academy leaders are absolute confidants of the party, and they will push Song Ming to the top even if it means hard push.
"That's the rule."
Zhang Xiangyang said calmly, "Composing one song is nothing, but composing many songs is truly amazing. Therefore, Song Chi is eliminated, and Song Ming is the champion!"
"Also...according to the rules of the literary gathering, the poems of others except the winner will not be circulated."
In order to avoid public opinion, Song Chi's poems were directly "sealed" and did not even have the chance to be circulated. People only knew that they were written by Song Ming. Under deliberate arrangements, Song Chi would remain silent and not cause any waves.
This is their method, they can change the rules at any time.
Song Ming showed a smug look on his face. Even if he had talent, what good would it do? It was useless in the face of absolute power.
Fang Yingwu was slightly startled and asked angrily, "Do you still have any shame?"
Fang Yingwu, who usually looks free and easy, now has a look of anger on his handsome face.
Zhang Xiangyang didn't care about the questioning at all and said calmly, "That's the rule. Who said Song Chi can only compose one song?"
It was enough for him to seize the opportunity that Song Ming wrote two poems.
"Is that the rule?"
Tang Yan also said angrily: "If we follow the rules, Song Ming would have been eliminated long ago!"
"Yes, according to the rules, he would have been eliminated long ago." Wu Hai, who was sitting next to him, also looked unhappy. He didn't expect these people to be so shameless.
"President Zhang, this literary gathering is the largest event in Jiangzhou in recent years. If it is unfair, it will probably cause public outcry." Gu Rongsan had been holding back. She shouldn't have said such things, especially when she needed help from Song Ming.
But I can't bear it anymore.
It's really too much.
"Ms. Gu, you are just spectators invited here." Zhang Xiangyang reminded lightly.
Cheng Hui is the dean and cannot speak directly, so he has to speak up.
Of course, hard work will be rewarded, and the Prime Minister will remember his achievements.
There is nothing wrong with being a teacher, but the opportunities in officialdom are much broader.
"I'm the one who set the question, so I should be qualified to speak." Hao Yongzhen said in a low voice, "Song Chi's poem about beauty is the best poem about beauty in recent years. Even if Song Ming writes two, they can't compare to it."
He can turn a blind eye to everything else, but he must remain fair when it comes to poetry.
This is his last remaining defense.
"This is fair. Being able to compose two poems is better than composing one, so the result is self-evident." At this time, the state chancellor Lu Xian, who was sitting in the corner, spoke lightly.
Hao Yongzhen sighed deeply. Since the governor had already spoken, there was no point in saying anything.
"Then I will announce it directly. The winner of this literary competition is..." Zhang Xiangyang was interrupted by Song Chi before he could finish his words.
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