Flying eaves pierce the clouds, phoenix walls reflect the flowing sunlight.
A pillar that stabilizes the universe, a secluded pavilion nestled amidst towering buildings.
The bells and drums on the tower resounded, their sound shaking the autumn sky.
The sleeves fluttered in the dance, and the song lingered in the air.
Jade platters are laden with delicacies, and golden goblets float with fine wine.
Distinguished guests filled the hall, laughing and chatting happily.
Leaning on the railing, I gaze at the distant mountains, their peaks layered upon each other.
White clouds rise from distant peaks, and verdant green fills the eyes.
Swallows fly through the curtains, and fish swim and play in the water.
With such beautiful scenery, why envy the immortals?
Time flows like water, but the pavilions remain.
When the songs and dances end, their glory will last for a thousand autumns and ten thousand ages.
"What excellent writing! No wonder you are one of the Eight Talents of Jiangxia, your literary talent is truly outstanding!"
"With this poem, Feifeng Tower will surely become famous far and wide!"
After Liu Zhang finished reading, everyone praised him.
This Han Dynasty poem is beautifully written, with perfect parallelism, and is easy to read aloud; it is definitely a masterpiece.
Although most nobles and royalty could not readily compose poems and songs, it did not mean that their appreciation level was flawed.
Even Liu Hua and Liu Yu couldn't help but secretly applaud.
"Such a fine work from Uncle Zong, I wonder how Liu Yunzhong will respond?"
"Let's hurry and take a look at his poems and essays."
Liu Zhang immediately called out.
All eyes turned to Liu Wei.
However, the Xuan paper in front of Liu Wei was completely empty, without a trace of ink.
"Haha, I knew you were all talk and no action. I didn't expect you to not write a single word all this time."
"Liu Yunzhong, are you perhaps going to submit a blank exam paper?!"
Liu Zhang burst into laughter, "It seems I was right, you just asked for humiliation."
"Don't take on a job you're not qualified for!"
"He probably felt ashamed after reading Jing Sheng's work, so he simply stopped writing."
"Forget it, he's just a junior. He lost, so be it. Consider it a lesson and he'll be more restrained in the future!"
Liu Dai and Liu Yao also shook their heads and sighed.
Upon seeing this, Liu Hua immediately felt a pang of anxiety.
The purpose of this banquet was originally to let Liu Wei show off in front of these members of the royal family.
As a result, things backfired. Now, Liu Wei had boasted that he would compete with Liu Biao in literary talent.
Liu Biao immediately wrote a poem in a flourish, while Liu Wei had a blank sheet of paper.
"The outcome is decided, King of Clouds, you no longer need to argue with Jing Sheng!"
"He's an elder, you're a junior, it's no big deal if you lose!"
Liu Yu also offered his advice.
"I didn't even write anything, how can you assume I lost?"
Liu Wei chuckled and shouted loudly.
"Give me a pen!"
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