......

Zhao Wujiang ended his poem and everyone was stunned.

They were already shocked and overwhelmed. In less than half a cup of tea, Lord Zhao had actually written three poems in succession.

Especially this last encouraging poem made them feel even more swayed, as if they saw the scene after their high school in the spring exam next year, and that kind of spirit made them feel excited.

Zhao Wujiang is so talented that there is no match for Kyoto... Lin Ruhai sighed from shock to numbness, feeling glad that he could slightly put down his figure and turn his sword into jade.

In his opinion, with Zhao Wujiang's literary eloquence and ability to do things, he will definitely reach the high position in Daxia in the future.

No wonder he was favored by the emperor... Lin Ruhai's eyebrows gradually raised a smile, Zhao Wujiang showed his saints in front of others, and he was honored, after all, he could be regarded as being elected by himself.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and there was a burst of noise.

"Mr. Zhao's literary talent is exactly the same as Lord Zhao's..."

"The article is natural, and I got it by hand. How did Lord Zhao do so naturally and vent his talents?"

"Mr. Zhao and Lord Zhao's surname are Zhao? Could it be the same person?"

"How is it possible? Lord Zhao is a high-ranking official of the six ministries. Although Lord Zhao is in Kyoto, he is actually from the world. The two have different temperaments, how could they be the same person?"

"Are the descendants of the Zhao family all such talented people?"

“…”

Listening to the discussions of people around him, Zhu Youwen from Lanxin City snorted and muttered:

"The poems of Lord Zhao are gorgeous and unruly, and he is even more free and easy. However, Lord Zhao's poems are often as majestic as the elders of the official family. How can these two compare?

We scholars naturally have to be unruly and wander around the world!"

Although Zhu Youwen's voice was small, it was covered by the noise of the crowd, but Wang Jue from the Wenshui Wang family beside him could hear it clearly.

Wang Jue sighed slightly. He understood what Zhu Youwen meant, that is, although Lord Zhao had amazing poetry, he was slightly inferior to the unruly spirit of Pavilion Master Zhao.

The unrestrained and free manner of Lord Zhao is even more fascinating.

However, the difference between Wang Jue and Zhu Youwen is that he stared at Zhao Wujiang's handsome and beautiful face, and the guess in his heart became stronger and stronger. He felt that the Lord Zhao in front of him was the head of Wuya Pavilion.

The same black robe is like a black robe, the same handsome and unparalleled, the same gentle as jade, and the same talent is magnificent.

The discussions of students around him became increasingly high, and Wang Jue's surging thoughts were overwhelmed by the noise. When he saw Lord Lin and Lord Zhao discussing some things with a smile, the two walked into the Shangshu Province.

Wang Jue suddenly woke up, and he began to regret why he didn't salute Lord Zhao, so that he might be able to relieve his doubts.

The noise around gradually mixed into some quarrels.

I don’t know where the quarrel started, but the content of the quarrel is roughly the one with the more talented Lord Zhao of Shangshu Province or the Master Zhao of Wuya Pavilion.

The performance of the three parties is different. Some people think that Lord Zhao is better, some people think that Lord Zhao is better, and some people feel deeply entangled.

The view of the person who thinks that Lord Zhao is better is that Lord Zhao blurted out three excellent poems in less than half a cup of tea, proving that his talent is already full of energy and is definitely better than Lord Zhao.

After all, Lord Zhao wrote the poem after someone else wrote a few poems, and there was a lot of time to think about it.

Those who think that Lord Zhao is better are dissatisfied. They believe that although Lord Zhao is strong in his talent, he loses the wild and free and easy poetry, and lacks a few traces of spirituality and fairy spirit.

The students from both sides were quarreling, and gradually they were red and red. They gradually divided into two rows and looked at each other with glaring.

Some people even began to roll up their sleeves and wanted to "conquer others with reason".

However, third-party neutrals are becoming more and more confused. After all, what the students on both sides say makes sense.
Chapter completed!