The truth is revealed!
Song Ming's anger was almost uncontrollable.
The others looked at each other, not understanding what Song Chi had said to Song Ming that had made the Prime Minister so angry.
"Ha ha."
"Ha ha."
Song Chi ignored his anger and went upstairs laughing.
"Just wait for me." Song Ming thought to himself, murderous intent surging in his eyes, "You may have won first place, but don't be too proud. Before the literary competition even started, I was worried about this outcome... Even the land of gentleness is home to heroes."
"Tomorrow, Jiangzhou City will be abuzz with rumors that Song Chi, the leader of the literary gathering, died in the bed of one of the four most beautiful courtesans, completely exhausted!"
Song Ming thought to himself that if he went downstairs, he would be asking for humiliation if he stayed here.
Zhang Xiangyang sighed deeply, then said in a deep voice: "Spread the news of Song Chi's poems and the news that he won the first prize..."
I had been suppressing it before, but now I can’t suppress it anymore.
Now he actually felt relieved. If a literary gathering with so many scholars participating really used insider trading to push Song Ming to the top, it would definitely cause public opinion and cause a lot of trouble.
Now that Song Chi has won the championship, it is well deserved and no one can say anything.
"yes."
Several Confucian scholars responded loudly. They had no opinions, but simply felt that such an excellent work should be spread out for people to appreciate.
"Song Chi is going to become famous overnight." Fang Yingwu said sourly.
Tang Yan said calmly: "If you can write so many excellent works, you can also become famous."
"Oh, are you here to protect the master?"
Fang Yingwu teased, moving closer. "But then again, even though Song Chi won first place, he also offended too many people. His fame is only temporary. You won't really get close to him, will you?"
"And you?"
Tang Yan asked, "Just now you didn't give Song Ming any face at all."
"What am I afraid of?"
Fang Yingwu said casually, "I don't want to enter the officialdom and have no desires or aspirations. What else can they do to me?"
"That young man is very narrow-minded. We have already offended him. How can he be called a scholar if he is so timid?" Tang Yan also looked nonchalant.
"Besides, we still have Song Chi at the front to support us."
"You should call me Master." Wu Hai corrected from the side.
Tang Yan curled his lips and said, "I haven't become a disciple yet."
"Song Chi is having a good time up there. How about we find a place to drink and chat?" Fang Yingwu said, "I like the poems Song Chi wrote today. I think we should share them with you."
"OK."
"Walk."
The three of them were about to leave when Gu Ronghua came over and said, "Song Chi is my eldest brother, and you are all his friends. Why don't you take me out for a drink?"
"Together." The four of them left together.
The area below Wangjiang Tower is already full of people.
After the top ten were decided, the Nan'an Literary Competition venue was cleared, but the participating writers did not leave. They all stayed to wait for the winner to be decided.
It was already dark, but the north and south banks of the Jinshui River were still crowded with people, three or five people gathered together, talking.
They didn't expect Song Chi to be the dark horse and make it straight to the top ten from the first round. They also didn't expect Duan Yunzhou, who was the favorite to win, to be eliminated in the third round.
I just showed my face and was surrounded by a lot of people, scolded and almost beaten up.
He was the most talented scholar in Nandu Academy and was well-known. Many people placed their bets on him, but he was unexpectedly eliminated and didn't even get into Wangjiang Tower. The gamblers vented their anger on him.
Duan Yunzhou was scolded as a waste and then left.
"It should be almost over."
"Why did it take so long? It's almost dark."
"I heard that there were five people who finally reached Wangjiang Tower, and Song Chi was the first one to rush upstairs."
"No wonder he dared to set his sights before the literary gathering even started. It turns out he really has the talent. Calling Jiang Chengzi the greatest mourning poem is no exaggeration!"
"Who said it wasn't true? Do you think Song Chi will really become the leader?"
"Then there will be something interesting to watch."
In front of Wangjiang Tower, many scholars gathered together and talked a lot. They were more in the mood to watch a show, but Han Yuanzheng was extremely nervous. He and Song Chi had a bet, which had already spread throughout Jiangzhou City.
If he loses, he can only fulfill the bet, otherwise he will not be able to stay in Jiangzhou.
He will become everyone's laughing stock...the consequences are unbearable to imagine.
"Why are you panicking? The champion of this literary gathering can only be the son of the Prime Minister." Liu Feng was also with Han Yuanzheng, and there were dozens of seniors participating in the literary gathering waiting for the results.
"Brother Li, do you think the club leader can really win the championship?"
Not far away, several students from the Donglin Society gathered together. They were more nervous than anyone else. If Song Chi failed to win the championship, he would be expelled from the academy, and the Donglin Society would also be disbanded.
This meant that their years of perseverance were destroyed.
The Donglin Society is the root, and once the root is pulled out, it will be completely gone.
"Believe me, Song Chi will definitely be the champion." Li Yi said solemnly, "County Magistrate Feng will not make a mistake in his selection."
The reason why he decisively gave up the position of head of the society to Song Chi was because of Feng Yuan's instructions.
"Are you dreaming? Who the hell is Song Chi? How could he become the leader?"
Han Yuanzheng couldn't stand it anymore and retorted loudly, also to cheer himself up.
"Are you scared?"
Li Yi is 25 years old this year and looks very calm. He is not angry when facing Han Yuanzheng's provocation, but his face is calm.
"Ridiculous, what am I afraid of?"
Han Yuanzheng spoke loudly, but he actually felt a little nervous inside.
"Your Donglin Society has always been the dregs of Nandu Academy, and Song Chi is the leader of your Donglin Society. I have given him a task. If he fails to take first place, he will be expelled from the academy, and Donglin Academy will be disbanded."
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