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Zhao Wujiang finished his poem and everyone was stunned.

They were already so shocked that in less than half a cup of tea, Mr. Zhao had already composed three poems in succession.

Especially this last poem of encouragement made their hearts sway, as if they had seen the scene after high school in the next spring, and their high spirits stirred their hearts.

There is no one in Kyoto who can match Zhao Wujiang's talent... Lin Ruhai went from shock to numbness, and let out a long sigh, feeling lucky that he could let go of his body a little and turn the war into friendship.

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

No wonder he was favored by the emperor... Lin Ruhai's eyebrows gradually raised into a smile, and Zhao Wujiang appeared in front of others. He was not honored, after all, he was recommended by himself.

There was a lot of discussion and noise among the crowd.

"Master Zhao's literary talents are no different from those of Pavilion Master Zhao..."

"The article was originally made by nature, but it was acquired by chance. How did Mr. Zhao achieve such a natural expression of his talent?"

"Master Zhao and Pavilion Master Zhao are both named Zhao? Could it be that they are the same person?"

"How is it possible? Mr. Zhao is a high-ranking official of the Six Ministries. Although Pavilion Master Zhao is in Kyoto, he is actually from Jianghu. The two have different temperaments. How can they be the same person?"

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

"..."

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

"Zhao Gezhu's poems are gorgeous and uninhibited, and his conduct is free and easy, while most of Zhao's poems have the attitude of an official and an elder admonishing. How can these two people compare?

We scholars naturally want to be uninhibited and travel around the world!"

Although Zhu Youwen's voice was low and was covered by the noisy discussion of the crowd, Wang Jue of the Wenshui Wang family beside him could hear clearly.

Wang Jue sighed slightly, he understood what Zhu Youwen meant, that is, although Mr. Zhao has amazing poetic talent, compared with the unruly spirit of Pavilion Master Zhao, he was still slightly inferior in their hearts.

Pavilion Master Zhao's free and easy attitude is even more fascinating.

The only difference between Wang Jue and Zhu Youwen was that when he stared at Zhao Wujiang's handsome face, the suspicion in his heart became stronger. He felt that the Master Zhao in front of him was the master of Wuya Pavilion.

The same black robe, the same handsomeness, the same gentleness like jade, the same talent.

The discussion and noise among the students around him became more and more intense. Wang Jue's surging thoughts were drowned by the noise. He saw Master Lin and Master Zhao discussing something with a smile, and the two walked into the Shangshu Province.

Wang Jue suddenly woke up and began to regret why he didn't salute Mr. Zhao and talk to him, so that maybe he could clear up the doubts in his heart.

The noisy sounds around gradually blended into some quarrels.

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

The performances of the three parties are different. Some think Master Zhao is better, some think Pavilion Master Zhao is better, and some feel deeply entangled in their hearts.

Those who think that Mr. Zhao is better are that Mr. Zhao blurted out three excellent poems before half a cup of tea, which proves that the talent in his heart is overflowing, and he is definitely better than Pavilion Master Zhao.

After all, Pavilion Master Zhao originally composed the poem after others had composed a few poems, so he had a lot of time to think about it.

However, those who believed that Pavilion Master Zhao was superior were dissatisfied. They thought that although Mr. Zhao was very talented, he had lost the wild and free spirit of his poetry and lost a few traces of spirituality and immortality.

The students from the two sides were quarreling fiercely, and gradually became red-faced and divided into two rows, glaring at each other angrily.

What's more, some began to roll up their sleeves and aggressively wanted to "convince people with reason."

The third-party neutral person is becoming more and more entangled. After all, what the students on both sides say makes sense.
Chapter completed!