While everyone was surprised, they carefully savored the poem on the painting. The more they thought about it, the more amazed they became.
"In just twenty-eight words, it contains a static stream, a small bridge, a mountain peak, a sunset and an old man on a crutch."
"There are also the movements of the birds flying in fright, the old man's low voice, and the sounds of the birds chirping."
"The scroll slowly unfolds in front of your eyes, like a stick that scares the birds in the stream!"
"Such an exquisite masterpiece cannot be written without a few hours of careful consideration, but the prince just comes to it at his fingertips?"
Tong Guan frowned, turned to look at the editors and bachelors present, and asked in a deep voice: "Does this poem have an origin?"
The editors and bachelors present looked at each other. Even though they knew what Tong Guan wanted to hear, they did not dare to lie in front of His Majesty. They could only shake their heads in unison.
"I've never heard this poem before."
"I have never seen anything similar in style and charm to this poem."
"Although it is obviously different from the poems written by the prince before, there is no trace of it, so it can only be called the calligraphy treasure of Ding Wang."
Hearing this, Tong Guan's heart instantly froze.
Zhao Huan continues to produce excellent works. If this continues, won't he even be outclassed by the imperial champion?
Tong Guan still wanted to fight for it, but when he looked at His Majesty, he found that His Majesty's eyes were bright, and he had obviously begun to appreciate Zhao Huan's talents.
No matter how stupid Tong Guan is, he will not ruin the scenery at this time.
Zhao Kai, who had never taken Zhao Huan seriously, now had his mouth slightly open and his eyes widening.
"When did this guy become so talented?"
"The bird that sings slightly but does not scare the stream, flies into the depths of the clouds and crows... A casual composition can be so subtle..."
"Could it be that he has been working hard just to accumulate a lot of money?"
As the imperial champion, Zhao Kai knew very well how difficult it was to compose a poem on the spot, and it was also a masterpiece of this quality.
The pressure in his heart doubled, and he had even forgotten that this was the last stage of the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club.
Li Ci has already won two cities in a row. As long as he wins four more games, the victory will be decided.
It wasn't until His Majesty's third inscription was displayed that Zhao Kai recovered from the shock.
"One word of love makes people all over the world flock to it."
"Sure enough, it is another question that seems simple but actually requires artistic conception. The simpler it is, the more troublesome it is."
Zhao Kai's mind was already a mess, and just as he was sorting out his thoughts, Zhao Huan's voice came.
"What?!"
Zhao Kai was startled and quickly turned around to look, only to see Zhao Huan standing proudly in the center of the school ground with his hands behind his back, looking free and easy and full of majesty.
This demeanor surprised Zhao Kai.
Zhao Huan gave this younger brother a chance again and again. As long as Zhao Kai lowered his head and admitted his mistake, the fight between the brothers would end.
His current thoughts are all on Yizhou and the Kingdom of Jin, but he is not in the mood for internal fighting in Bianjing.
Unfortunately, I gave this stinky brother a chance, but it didn't work.
In this case, Zhao Huan no longer showed any mercy and just cleared them out in one go.
"Ask what love is in the world, and tell me how to make love between life and death? Traveling from all over the world, Lao Chi has been through the cold and heat several times..."
As soon as this poem came out, Genyue fell into silence. How could the literati present not know the depth of emotion in this poem?
Zhao Ji stood up directly, walked to the fence, looked down from a high position, and re-examined the son who disgusted him the most.
"This brat has really been pretending to be crazy and acting stupid with me."
"Based on this poem alone, I would like to call him the one with the best poetic talent among the princes of the Song Dynasty!"
"What a good person. Asking what love is in this world can teach you how to make love between life and death!"
"Sir, you deceived me so deeply!"
How could the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy on the side not see the excitement in His Majesty’s eyes?
Zhang Mao took advantage of the opportunity and hurriedly stepped forward to compliment him: "Ding Wang is a great talent. His exports are peerless masterpieces. Who in the world can rival him?"
This flattery was just right, and Zhao Ji was overjoyed.
All along, the reason why he disliked Zhao Huan was because his son was too useless and he was the eldest son of the emperor. He was the kind of person who "occupies the latrine and does nothing".
With Zhao Huan standing in front of him, even Zhao Ji's favorite son was destined to have a hard time.
But now, everything this son has shown has simply refreshed Zhao Ji's understanding.
Whether it was his talents or his determination to support the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji admired and admired him very much. He had no worries and showed his change in his impression of his eldest son in public.
This action, in Tong Guan's eyes, was like a bolt from the blue.
Zhao Huan must not be favored, otherwise it will be a disaster for him.
Tong Guan hurriedly stepped forward and flattered with the utmost hypocrisy: "Your Majesty's three questions, from easy to deep, are exquisite."
"I'm brave, can I ask the fourth question?"
Zhao Ji looked at Zhao Huan with admiration, but this did not affect his favor and trust in Tong Guan, so he readily agreed.
"I originally prepared only three questions. Since the Prime Minister is willing to come forward, the next questions will be weighed by the Prime Minister."
Feeling the trust in Zhao Ji's tone, Tong Guan breathed a sigh of relief.
At least he hasn't fallen out of favor yet.
How could Tong Guan dare to hesitate? He must immediately extinguish Zhao Huan's growing fire, otherwise his plan would be in vain.
"Please listen carefully, King Ding and King Yun. For this fourth question, please write a poem for each of spring, summer, autumn and winter!"
On this topic, Tong Guan had already told people in the inner court in advance to write a poem and give it to the steward of Prince Yun's Mansion.
King Yun only had to follow the script. Even if Zhao Huan could still write poems, he could not compare with King Yun in terms of speed.
Question 4: King Yun will definitely win!
As a result, the moment Tong Guannian asked the question, Zhao Huan's voice sounded.
Tong Guan's heart skipped a beat, and he stared blankly at Zhao Huan, who was high-spirited and free and easy with his sleeves fluttering.
"The sky is pure and the sand is spring."
"The warm sun and gentle wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the tall pavilions..."
"Tianjingsha? Xia."
"The clouds have gathered and the rain has passed, and the waves have added. The buildings are high, the water is cold, and the melons are sweet..."
"Tianjingsha..."
"Tianjingsha? Dong!"
"The sound of drawing a horn to open the gate, the new moon in Fengting Garden at dusk..."
After another vigorous effort, four articles were published in a row, and the whole Genyue was completely boiling. Whether it was the literati or the officials in the court, the eyes looking at Zhao Huan became extremely hot.
Regardless of Zhao Huan's background, just talking about his poetic talent, I am afraid that no one in the entire Song Dynasty can surpass him.
The most shocked person at the scene was undoubtedly Zhao Kai.
Just when he was secretly debating whether to follow Tong Guan's arrangements and cheat, or rely on his own strength to win the game openly, Zhao Huan's four poems stunned him.
At this time, the aloofness and arrogance in Zhao Kai's heart had long been trampled to pieces.
Standing in front of Zhao Huan, the dignified imperial champion of the Song Dynasty, he looked so ridiculous. Not to mention playing chess, he was even suppressed and couldn't even write a decent poem.
The hall of Jiangxiao Tower had already been drowned out by the screams of the wealthy ladies of the official residence.