Zhao Kai, the royal champion, is no child's play. Almost everyone present thinks that Zhao Kai has a greater chance of winning.
Only Zhao Huan looked unconcerned and even took the initiative to grin at Zhao Kai.
"Brother, as the eldest brother, I will not bully the younger ones."
"In order to avoid defeat, how about giving you a cup of tea with each poem?"
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in military affairs.
Since everyone has different tastes in literature, naturally the outcome of this third level cannot be decided in one round.
Based on ten poems, each poem will be judged by the courtiers, and the one with more wins will be the winner.
Faced with Zhao Huan's provocation, Zhao Kai couldn't help but snort. He had lost to Zhao Huan before in either martial arts or Yanle. He could only blame him for his lack of preparation.
And this third level, for Zhao Kai, is simply tailor-made.
He is so confident that he can win the title even with his eyes closed.
Right now, what Zhao Kai cares about is not whether he can win, but how many songs he wins. It would be best to shave Zhao Huan's head and ruin his reputation!
At this moment, the first question given by Zhao Ji had been hung on Jiangxiao Tower by the young eunuch.
The literati who were watching were shaking their heads, and the whole school was filled with heated discussions.
"The Four Gentlemen of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum? I didn't expect that the question your Majesty asked was so simple."
"How could it be simpler? If it were to chant one of the poems, it would be easier to say. This is obviously to write four poems in one breath, covering the four gentlemen."
"Often the simpler the question, the more troublesome it is."
"That's right. When writing a poem with the title of the Four Gentlemen, any literati can compose a few sentences casually. Only the best poems can gain your discernment and fundamentally eliminate the use of indiscriminate poems."
"There is no doubt about King Yun's talent and learning, and there are countless poems about the Four Gentlemen. King Yun will definitely win this level."
"Not necessarily! The masterpieces that I usually write with careful consideration of words and sentences are of no use at this time. I am afraid that there will be variables if I am sharpening my skills in battle."
"Hehehe, then according to your opinion, King Yun will lose to King Ding? What a joke!"
At this moment, Zhao Kai had already picked up the pen in his hand and splashed ink on the rice paper, like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, all in one go.
In the blink of an eye, a poem has been written.
There is no need to appreciate the poem itself. Zhao Kai's free and easy style, which is like a divine help, has already won the applause of the whole house.
"As expected of King Yun, he writes like a god!"
"This kind of question is too simple for King Yun."
"After all, he is the imperial champion. Such a genius has been born throughout the ages."
"Look, King Ding actually sat down. Is he thinking about the verses?"
"No, this guy... even crossed his legs. Don't you want to compete?"
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Zhao Huan leaned back on his chair and had no intention of writing a poem at all.
It would be too bullying to compete in reciting poems and answering poems.
Zhao Huan carries classic poems from the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties in his mind, and if he picks one at random, it will be a masterpiece that will be remembered for generations to come.
After a competition, I got 30,000 taels of silver. It was too easy to earn this money.
On the other hand, Zhao Kai wrote two poems in one breath, and when he was about to sing about bamboo in the third poem, he suddenly got stuck.
He frowned and thought carefully. The poems that came to his mind one after another were all inferior.
Zhao Huan, who was afraid that the world would be in chaos, grinned directly and said: "Hahaha, brother, don't be in a hurry, take your time."
"We have plenty of time, don't suffocate yourself just to write poetry, otherwise the gain will outweigh the loss."
Zhao Kai's thoughts were originally very compact, but when Zhao Huan interfered, his mind suddenly surged, but no poems came out.
The literati on the side couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at Zhao Huan.
"Prince Ding, it's okay for you to break the pot yourself. If it affects others, you are being unkind."
"That's right, if it weren't for your interference, maybe King Yun would have finished it long ago."
"I'm afraid it's inappropriate for a high-ranking prince to be so humble, right?"
After being criticized by everyone, the smile on Zhao Huan's face became even stronger.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Huan stood up, stretched, and winked at Chang Fu.
Changfu understood, and hurriedly ran to the square table, laid out the rice paper, held the pen in his hand, pricked up his ears, and listened carefully.
"The time for a cup of tea has passed, and I am going to start composing poetry."
"Look at the plum blossoms."
"The green tents of the spring mountains are spread across the line, and the white pillars reflect each other. The green smoke has not dispersed and the moon has not risen, and the snow is about to fall by the crane pavilion."
"Niannujiao? Spring snow and orchids."
"Asking the sky, what does it mean? In the depth of spring, snow falls on the Longshan Mountain thousands of miles away? Jie Pei Lingbo is nowhere to be seen..."
“Hsinchu.”
"It is higher than the old bamboo branches, all relying on the support of the old trunk. Next year there will be new ones, and the ten-foot-long dragon and grandson will surround the Fengchi."
"Han Ju."
"Flowers blooming are not in a cluster of flowers, and independence and alienation are endless. I would rather die with the fragrance on the branches than to be blown away by the north wind."
Zhao Huan read out four poems in one breath, and the entire Genyue fell into silence.
I don't know how long it took before the literati around me let out bursts of exclamations of surprise.
"Do these four poems by King Ding have their origins?!"
"No... never heard of it."
"Who is that? Aren't you a Gongsheng student of the Imperial College? I must be familiar with famous poems in the world. Have you ever heard of these four poems by King Ding?"
"Although these four poems are very different in terms of style of writing, artistic conception, and even the characters they imply. They are obviously not written by the same person, but... I have never heard of these four poems."
The literati present were both shocked and secretly lamented that all the poems written by Zhao Huan were so completely different.
Almost everyone suspected that Zhao Huan must have stolen someone's calligraphy treasure, but... no one could catch Zhao Huan.
Zhao Ji also frowned. With his poetry skills, he could naturally hear the huge differences between these four poems.
And I strongly suspect that Zhao Huan is cheating!
The problem is that suspicion without evidence is just suspicion.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the Hanlin Academy bachelors headed by Zhang Mao also had something wrong in their eyes. It was obvious that he had the same idea as Zhao Ji.
However, in order to support Zhao Huan, Zhang Mao couldn't care so much and immediately praised him loudly.
"What a poem! What a poem!"
"As expected of King Ding, this is truly like divine help."
Tong Guan's face was extremely gloomy, and he immediately rushed to the fence and shouted at Zhao Huan.
"Your Majesty, are these poems really written by you?"
Zhao Huan shrugged: "It's not me, is it you?"
Tong Guan was speechless for a while and quickly looked at Zhao Kai, only to see that Zhao Kai was already stunned on the spot.
The four poems "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum" are not very difficult. With Zhao Kai's poetic skills, he can write them with a little thought.
But Zhao Huan didn't give him any chance to think about it.
Four poems in one go, it completely destroyed Zhao Kai.
"Zhao... ahem, Brother Wang, are you a thief of calligraphy, or a genius?!"