If it were a single poem, of course there would be no clues, but as the number of poems increases, it is easy to find the differences by comparing them with each other.
Not to mention the huge difference in poetry style, even the quality of the poems is also very different.
Some poems can be judged to be masterpieces after listening to them only once, but poems also "composed" by Zhao Huan can only reach the threshold of "excellent works".
This lacks a lot of background and emotional support.
Fortunately, Zhao Huan already had a countermeasure. If he wanted to dispel everyone's suspicion, the best way was to do the opposite.
Zhao Huan put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "If you think that I have stolen someone's calligraphy treasure, then I will write a few hundred poems on the spot with the theme of Ode to Plum Blossoms."
"Everyone from the Hanlin Academy and the Imperial College is here, but if a poem is suspected of plagiarism, I will lose, so what?"
Seeing Zhao Huan being so confident, everyone was even more murmuring.
Especially King Ding, his mood was extremely complicated.
Zhao Huan is so arrogant!
Compose hundreds of poems in one breath, and all of them are about plum blossoms? Are you kidding me? Not to mention that Zhao Kai, the imperial champion, can't do it. Even if Wenquxing comes to earth, he may not be able to do it.
At this moment, Zhao Ji's voice sounded.
"The Four Gentlemen are one question, and there are nine questions left. The outcome is not yet known."
"If you think that King Ding stole someone's calligraphy treasure, then there will definitely be clues in the next nine questions."
Although Tong Guan's hopes were all pinned on Yizhou's huge bet, wouldn't it be the icing on the cake if Zhao Huan's prestige in the literary circle could be suppressed?
In order to expose Zhao Huan's ugly face as a "calligraphy thief", Tong Guan immediately ordered that all the famous civil servants who could be found be summoned to Gen Yue.
From the editor to the Hanlin Academy bachelor, there are more than thirty people!
These thirty people have thousands of years of poetry and documents in their possessions. If even these thirty people cannot expose Zhao Huan, then we can only admit that Zhao Huan is indeed... Wenquxing descended to earth.
For the first question, there is no need to compete. Zhao Huan won without any doubt.
The difficulty of the second question given by Zhao Ji increased significantly.
"Painting?!"
Seeing the title, even Zhao Kai couldn't help but frown slightly.
The so-called poem on painting, to put it bluntly, is to compose poetry on the scroll, cleverly combining poetry, calligraphy and painting to chant the artistic conception in the painting.
But the question is...where is the painting that needs to be inscribed with a poem?
Zhao Kai was quick-thinking, and after a moment, he understood Zhao Ji's deep meaning.
If there is a poem on a painting but no painting, then there is only one explanation, which is to use the poem as a painting, and the words will present a vivid picture.
Zhao Kai didn't dare to hesitate and started thinking about it immediately.
The scholars who were watching saw Zhao Kai lowering his head to formulate ideas, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. The second level was already so difficult, and they didn't know what level the following questions were...
It is worthy of being called the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club and the Royal Poetry Competition. This is much more difficult than ordinary arty poems.
"Look, King Ding is showing off again!"
I don't know who shouted, and Zhao Huan once again became the focus of the entire Genyue.
In the lobby on the first floor, Zheng Qingyun's face was flushed, and his admiration for Zhao Huan had already reached its peak.
Now even if Zhao Huan does something outrageous, Zheng Qingyun will never be the least bit nervous.
She firmly believed that anyone who could surpass the prince in poetry and song had not yet been born.
"Sister, look, King Yun actually started crossing the cloth on the spot, looking anxious."
"The number one scholar in the imperial family of the Song Dynasty was actually made so impatient by the prince. It seems that the prince is bound to win this third level."
Compared with Zheng Qingyun's excitement, Zhu Lian was not happy.
Zhao Huan's poetic talent was so excellent that it was almost "weird".
But what Zhu Lian cares about is not the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club itself, but... after the third level is over, it's time for Yizhou's big gamble to be cashed in.
If the two hundred rebel heads cannot be placed in front of His Majesty before the end of the Xiaoyuan Poetry Recital, I am afraid that it will be a small victory but a big loss, and the waiting for Ding Wangfu will still be in jail.
At this moment, Zhao Huan's laughter sounded again.
"Brother, what's going on? Aren't you the number one scholar in the royal family? How come you can't compose a single poem when you're the best at poetry?"
"If this spreads out, wouldn't it damage the reputation of the royal champion?"
Because Zhao Kai was under too much pressure on the first question, his thoughts were very confused at this time.
I have obviously thought through His Majesty's thoughts, but I still can't compose a decent poem for the painting.
Coupled with Zhao Huan's constant teasing and ridicule, Zhao Kai's confusion became even more confusing.
The officials and literati who were watching on the scene also noticed that something was wrong with Zhao Kai, and they were amazed in their hearts.
Unexpectedly, the royal champion would be forced to this point by Prince Ding, showing off his shyness in his best poem, Guan Guan...
Tong Guan was afraid that Zhao Kai would lose again and again, so he quickly interrupted Zhao Huan's pressing steps.
"Hahaha, why does Prince Ding laugh at Prince Yun? Why don't you let us admire Prince Ding's calligraphy?"
"After all, with King Ding's poetic talent, it's no big deal just to write poems about paintings, right?"
"Although it is difficult to find traces of Prince Ding's previous calligraphy, if he cannot write a decent poem on paintings, we can directly conclude that the prince's poetic talent is a fraud, right?"
In an instant, all eyes at the scene were focused on Zhao Huan.
Even the female relatives on the first floor were excited.
A "false act" implies endless murderous intent. As long as Zhao Huan is convicted of this crime, his reputation will be ruined.
Not to mention the position of crown prince, even his throne may not be able to be saved.
Seeing that Zhao Huan remained silent, everyone's eyes gradually turned to contempt.
"Could it be that the prince is really deceitful?"
"Every poem on a painting is based on the painting. If you write a poem out of thin air and present a vivid picture, it is not that difficult."
"Didn't King Ding already win the first game? Even if he loses the second question, it doesn't matter."
Some children hidden in the crowd have already begun to make noises.
Now for Zhao Huan, it is no longer a matter of how much he wins, but that he must win every question, otherwise he will not be able to justify himself.
How could Zhao Huan not understand the sinister intentions of Tong Guan and others?
He didn't hesitate and just blurted it out.
"The clear water and red mountains reflect the sticks and quinoa, and the setting sun is still in the west of the small bridge. The bird that scares the stream with a faint chant flies into the depths of the chaotic clouds and crows."
"I wonder if this little poem by my king can catch your eyes?"
Tong Guan's heart sank. Sure enough, what he was most worried about happened.
Zhao Huan still speaks well, and every word of his work is exquisite. If he continues like this, Zhao Huan's reputation among literati in the world will be unstoppable.
Even overshadowing the royal champion is not difficult!