Everyone's eyes also followed suit.

After a while, Qin Xi's cold voice came out.

"Sir, I wonder if this poem can be nominated?"

""Jiang Xue"!"

There was silence in the private room for a while, and the plain voice sounded again, but it seemed to have some slight fluctuations.

"This song "Snow on the River" is an unparalleled work describing wind and snow in the world!"

"The young master is so talented that the little girl admires him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall was excited again.

Although Qin Xi said it euphemistically, the meaning is self-evident.

An unparalleled masterpiece in the world!

This has already proved the suspense of this song "Jiang Xue".

The Prince of Dongdao, relying on his own poetic talent, has always been aloof and aggressive, and he does not even take the entire Dasheng literati in his eyes.

It’s really satisfying to be slapped in the face this time!

"Hahaha! How can I, a great scholar, be comparable to a barbaric island country?"

"I wonder who just said such arrogant and self-righteous words? Does it hurt from being hit in the face now?"

"Look at his speechless look, what a huge human being he is!"

"What you all said is true. Today's poetry meeting will probably cause a sensation in the whole city."

…

Compared to the prosperous talented man who turned around and started singing, Shangchuanhu looked gloomy when this happened.

His eyes were fixed on Zhao Zheng, and the veins in his hand that was holding the folding fan were already popping out.

He has been reading poetry books and discussing poetry since he was a child, and he has never had any rivals in the East Island.

I originally wanted to beat these Dasheng scholars, but it was easy to catch them.

He never expected that he would be slapped in the face by an unknown person at this moment.

"Humph, it doesn't matter if you win a round? It's just good luck."

Shangchuanhu snorted, and the desire to win in his heart was completely aroused.

"Aren't there two more questions? Let's compare them again if you have the ability."

Good luck?

This guy really knows how to find excuses.

Zhao Zheng glanced at him, smiling slightly but not smiling at all.

"Haha, Prince Dongdao is not discouraged even though he is defeated, and his magnanimity is extraordinary! What happened tonight can be a good talk."

There is obviously something in Zhao Zheng's sentence!

When everyone heard this, they laughed one after another. They no longer had the fear of the Prince of Dongdao as before.

If you pretend to be cool and get slapped in the face, you still have fun talking about it? Just make fun of it!

Shangchuanhu's face was gloomy, and a hint of murderous intent suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged man next to him coughed, and he regained his clarity.

"Why, don't you dare?"

In response, Zhao Zheng just smiled and picked up the wine glass unhurriedly.

"It's not that I don't dare, it's because I'm afraid that I'll bully you into tears and make it hard to coax."

"Baga..." With one sentence, Shangchuanhu's face turned green with anger.

Just as he was about to yell, Lu Wenchuan stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Since we're competing, let's ask Miss Qin to ask the second question."

Who wants to prove himself is more than just Shangchuanhu?

Lu Wenchuan had just been humiliated, so naturally he wanted to get his face back again.

Seeing this, everyone calmed down and waited for Qin Xi to ask the question.

After a while, Qin Xi's voice came out again in the private room.

"In recent years, the war on our border has been uncertain. If the soldiers had not sacrificed their lives, thrown their heads, and shed their blood, how could we be as happy as we are today?"

"This second competition will be titled "Golden Arms and Iron Horse!"

An iron horse?

Hearing this, all the talented people frowned.

This frontier fortress poem is quite difficult!

Most of the people present had grown up in the imperial city since childhood, so naturally they had never seen the flames of war at the frontier, let alone experienced the cruelty of war.

How to write this?

When Lu Wenchuan heard this second question, his face was full of thoughts.

It's not that he has never written poems about fighting and fighting, but none of the poems he wrote could satisfy him.

Either it's just an empty show, or it's a futile thing.

If you really take it out, wouldn't you be ridiculed by others?

If you want to make a comeback with a poem, you must come up with a quality one.

While thinking, he subconsciously looked up and saw Shang Chuanhu's confident look. Lu Wenchuan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he already had a plan?

My eyes panned and then settled on Zhao Zheng who composed "Jiang Xue". I saw Zhao Zheng leisurely drinking wine and eating side dishes.

It seems that he is just a spectator in this competition, not a participant.

Lu Wenchuan had a lot of thoughts at the moment, and his mind was in a mess, let alone writing poems.

At this moment, Shangchuanhu's eyes were cold. After hearing the question, he only thought for a moment and then raised his head.

His hawk-like gaze swept over Lu Wenchuan, who was bowing his head in thought, and all the confused scholars, and finally settled on Zhao Zheng.

"Seeing that you are calm and calm, do you have a plan in mind, or do you think you are incompetent and have decided to give up?"

Shangchuanhu snorted coldly.

Those so-called literati are nothing but idiots in appearance.

On the other hand, is this guy just suddenly inspired, or is he just learning to transcend?

Have to guard against it!

Zhao Zheng, who was sitting in the elegant seat, was not nervous at all. Instead, he poured himself a glass of wine in an orderly manner. Then he turned his head and looked at the aggressive Shang Chuanhu.

"To deal with you? Do you still need to think?"

"It's just poetry, why don't you just open your mouth?"

When Shangchuanhu heard this, he sneered angrily. This unknown person had such a loud tone.

"Haha, your Excellency is so confident. Could it be that you have another masterpiece?"

Zhao Zheng thought about it seriously: "I won't say a masterpiece, but it's more than enough to beat you up."

"Then please show me your Excellency. Don't pull your hips in the end and lose your face. You will have to get out of here."

Shangchuanhu's face was gloomy, and anger had already rushed into his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that there are so many people talking here, I would have taken action long ago.

"Forget it, I'll let you see what I'm doing."

Zhao Zheng smiled faintly and raised his eyes.

Seeing everyone's eyes focused on me, either with expectation or jealousy...

He immediately raised his wine glass and started chanting sonorously and powerfully.

"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun."

As soon as he said this, everyone could not help but feel swayed, as if they were entering a battlefield.

The enemy troops are rolling like black clouds pressing over the environment, and the silver armor shines brightly under the light.

"The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and it is stuffed with swallow fat that condenses into purple at night."

Boom, boom, boom!

The war drums are beating, the autumn wind is bleak, and the flags are hunting!

The heroic scene at the beginning of the war slowly emerged.
To be continued...