With a martial arts genius like Chu Fan as a benchmark, if Chu Xiaoxiao's literary skills were somewhat unexpected yet reasonable, then He Yunxiao's literary skills were utterly unbelievable.
For so many years, He Da Wanzi's image has remained unchanged in people's minds. Now that he has revealed that he is actually a poetry genius, who can stand it?
Therefore, when He Yunxiao recited the entire poem, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
That's it?
Can a poem be called poetry if it doesn't follow the rules of meter?
Can something that isn't perfectly neat and tidy be called poetry?
Liu Feiyun patted his folding fan and laughed, "Brother Yang, please don't belittle Young Master He. Just considering the eight characters 'Flowers bloom like fire, yet are also like loneliness,' Young Master He is already quite remarkable. Why bother with anything else?"
Yang Zhe continued Liu Feiyun's words, saying, "I overestimated He Yunxiao."
Upon hearing this, the entire audience burst into laughter.
Indeed, this is the image of He Yunxiao that people have in mind.
"Chen Zimo, if the top scholar in the imperial examination is someone like Yang Zhe who only cares about fame and fortune, then we might as well not take the exam."
After saying this, He Yunxiao didn't say anything more and sat down with a relieved expression.
Yang Zhe sneered, "He Yunxiao, don't think that just because your father is a general you can act recklessly."
He Yunxiao said leisurely, "It's just writing poetry, how can it be considered reckless? Is it possible that only you, Yang Zhe, can write poetry, and I, He Yunxiao, cannot?"
Yang Zhe said, "You call this poetry, which sounds like ordinary people talking on the street?"
He Yunxiao said, "It has both poetic and profound meaning. We should not be bound by rules and regulations. How can this not count?"
A commander of the Imperial Guards and a young master from a noble family started arguing, and for a while no one dared to intervene.
The second-ranked Liu Feiyun tossed a piece of paper onto Tie Weiqi's table, gesturing to him with his eyes for Li Jin. Then, the fourth-ranked Tie Weiqi nudged the fifth-ranked Shen Kuan, indicating Li Jin to him as well.
Having no other option but to bite the bullet, Shen Kuan had no choice but to ask, "Young Master Li?"
Li Jin turned his head to look at Shen Kuan, "What?"
Shen Kuan said, "Young Master Li, these two can't keep arguing like this. Why don't you try to persuade them?"
Li Jin wasn't stupid; he asked疑惑地问道, "Why didn't you try to persuade them?"
Shen Kuan smiled obsequiously, "Young Master Li, you are the son of a second-rank minister, the grand-nephew of the current Empress Dowager, and the nephew of the current Princess. There is no one of higher status than you now. If you don't uphold order in Yinjing, who will?"
Upon careful consideration, Li Jin realized that this was indeed the case.
"Leave it to me."
He immediately took on the important task of upholding justice.
She stood up decisively and said, "Stop arguing! What's there to argue about? Today is the courtesan's debut, and Du, the courtesan, is here. Whether He Yunxiao's poem counts as a poem or not, just ask her, right?"
Yang Zhe looked at Li Jin and thought to himself that this idiot had finally done something good.
He immediately followed up on Li Jin's words, saying, "He Yunxiao, do you dare to let Sister Yinyun judge your poems?"
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