In the hall, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned. There were ten beautiful poems in total. The scholar who was writing them down almost had his hands twitching, but he looked excited. He had no regrets in his life for being able to write the first draft of such an excellent work in one go.
Didn't you say that whoever does more will be the champion? Then let's compete.
State Chancellor Lu Xian also kept silent. They couldn't contradict themselves unless Song Ming could also write ten poems in a row. However, this was simply impossible. No one could do it except Song Chi.
Zhang Xiangyang hesitated to speak and ultimately said nothing.
He really tried his best, but he couldn't stop it.
"These ten poems will spread the legend, and the beauty of Liyuan will become famous." Fang Yingwu said loudly, "I'm afraid these ten poems will drive the four most beautiful courtesans crazy."
"Brother Fang, you are so kind." Song Chi clasped his fists and said, "I am not familiar with the brothel Liyuan. I will need to trouble Brother Fang to show me the way next time I go there."
Fang Yingwu was surprised, thinking that this meant he was going to get something for free.
"And my disciple will naturally go with you." Song Chi looked at Tang Yan. Tang Yan did not object. He was now convinced.
"Brother Wu, please do me the honor."
Wu Hai smiled and said, "Who wouldn't want to get something for free?"
"Haha, everyone laughed."
The laughter also startled Song Ming awake. He shouted with a ferocious expression, "Impossible! How could you write so many poems? You must have cheated! How could you be so talented?"
Song Ming looked like a madman, and Song Chi wrote ten poems in a row, which was like a heavy hammer hitting him.
He has always felt a great sense of superiority over Song Chi. Although they have the same father, they have completely different life paths. He is the son of the Prime Minister, and he is a useless book boy.
But now everything is different.
When you find out that the person you have always looked down upon is actually someone you can't reach, no one can accept this.
What’s more, Song Ming was already arrogant.
He was mentally broken.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that Song Chi cheated. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was the one who actually cheated.
"Are you dissatisfied?"
"I don't accept it!" Song Ming yelled, completely losing his composure.
"Okay, then I'll convince you and let you know how big the gap is between you and me."
Song Chi said, "There's one last round left in the literary competition. I'll give you one last chance. If you can beat me, I'll admit defeat."
Only with absolute confidence can one say such words.
Song Ming said without hesitation: "Okay, I'll compete with you!"
He wanted to win too badly.
At this point in the literary conference, he can only win, not lose.
Don't let go of even the slightest chance.
Zhang Xiangyang wanted to stop him, but even he felt powerless to reverse the situation. If Song Ming admitted defeat now, at least he could retain some dignity. If he lost in the end, he would really lose all his face.
However, since Song Ming wanted to continue, he would not stop him. At least they had tried their best.
"President Sun, please give the questions." He gestured directly.
There were five people who set the questions, and now only Sun Qu, the dean of Huating Academy, has not set a question.
"Then let me come up with the questions."
Sun Qu paused, "Mr. Ming is the son of the Prime Minister. He came from the capital to Jiangzhou City to attend the literary gathering. We must take care of him."
Hearing this, Song Ming's face showed joy.
What he was most worried about was that Sun Qu would favor Song Chi. After all, the previous elegy was so good.
Wu Hai was a little anxious. The teacher was different from Zhang Xiangyang and others. He was not a person who completely sycophated others. What's more, Song Chi also wrote a mourning poem "Jiang Chengzi". No matter what, he should help Song Chi instead of Song Ming.
"I'll give you a question that Master Ming is good at."
Sun Qu ignored the strange looks from others and said directly, "Then please write a poem on the theme of plum blossoms."
This question is indeed simple and also favors Song Ming.
Everyone knows that the Prime Minister loves plum blossoms, and Song Ming is known as the Little Poet Saint in the capital because he is good at writing poems about plum blossoms.
It was clearly care, but Song Ming's expression suddenly froze, and the joy that had just appeared on his face quickly faded.
Because the original topic was to write a poem about the Jinshui River, not about plum blossoms.
The poem he prepared in advance was not a poem about plum blossoms.
Song Ming thought that the consideration was to judge the bias after the poem was written. As long as the person who set the question said it was good, no one else would have anything to say. But this was not the case at all.
The so-called care is to let him prepare in advance and compose poetry on the spot.
"Dean Sun, the question you asked is wrong." Zhang Xiangyang asked.
This old guy actually changed the topic at the last minute.
Sun Qu waved his hand and said, "Alas, the original topic is too difficult. I still have to take care of Master Ming. What do you say?"
Zhang Xiangyang looked unhappy. This was not care at all, but a harassment.
The poems prepared in advance could not defeat Song Chi, and the poems composed on the spur of the moment would probably be even worse.
But not necessarily.
Young Master Ming is best at reciting beautiful poems, and perhaps he can surpass Song Chi.
Song Chi understood instantly that the person Sun Qu really favored was him, and he wanted to expose Song Ming's past to his face.
Zhang Xiangyang and others leaked the questions to Song Ming in advance, but this does not conflict with the fact that Song Ming can write poems. Perhaps they all thought that Song Ming wrote them himself, but Sun Qu saw that the poems Song Ming recited were probably not written by him, but by someone else.
Thinking of this, he recited another poem about plum blossoms.
"A few plum blossoms bloom alone in the corner of the wall, braving the cold."
"I know it's not snow from afar because of the subtle fragrance."
This is a five-character poem, which is as simple as it can be, but it is a rare masterpiece about plum blossoms.
After saying that, he looked at Song Ming and said, "Mr. Ming, it's your turn to write a poem."
But Song Ming got stuck.
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