Not to mention the doubtful origin of the thirteen poems of Gen Yueyuan, even if they were really written by Zhao Huan, they would never be able to challenge the entire Hanlin Academy!
Although the Imperial Academy was also a gathering place for literati, in terms of poetry attainments, it could not be compared with the Hanlin Academy.
All common people are the best among literati and poets.
Zhao Huan's move was tantamount to launching a challenge to half of the poetry world of the Song Dynasty.
Wu Chao knew that Zhao Huan was arrogant, but he didn't expect that he would be so arrogant.
"Since the prince is so confident, how can we not give him face?"
"Didn't the prince compose thirteen masterpieces in one breath? I just want to see how quick the prince's talent is."
As soon as Wu Chao raised his hand, the Shujishi next to him presented him with a book of poems.
With a flick of his hand, the pages of the book flew, and the clattering sound overwhelmed the noisy laughter in Xunmo Pavilion.
The charm of the Hanlin Academy shujishi is fully displayed!
"The remaining power of the fund-raising conference is still there. Anyone who dares to commit fraud will harm the state!"
"With quality and speed as the priority, ten questions will determine the outcome!"
"The question...let it be your fate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Chao flipped the collection of poems upside down on the table, just covering it on the inkstone. When he picked it up again, the ink had already soaked in the poems.
The words chosen from the ink stains are the title.
"plum bossom!"
Wu Chao's courage won the whole house applause and everyone sighed.
"You are worthy of being a frequent visitor to Xiaoyuan Poetry Club. How can this kind of momentum be compared to that of mediocre people?"
"As soon as an expert takes action, he will know if there is any!"
"Today the prince falls into Wu Chao's hands. It can only be considered bad luck for him."
"Hahaha, since Mr. Wu has concluded that the source of the thirteen poems is unknown, it can be basically concluded that the prince committed fraud at the fund-raising meeting."
"If this crime is proven, not only will your Majesty not be able to spare him, but the righteous people in the world will not let him go either!"
"It's a question of natural selection. Isn't King Ding smart and quick? I want to see how he copes with such a situation!"
At the same time, the sages at the scene, as well as the literati who came to join in the fun after hearing the news, shook their heads and carefully considered their words.
The entire Xunmo Pavilion echoed with chants one after another.
Zhu Lian sighed softly, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I knew it!"
"The prince stole the show in Gen Yue Garden, but he embarrassed His Majesty, and even forged an sworn feud with the Gao family."
"Outside the capital, the flowers are blooming, but inside the city it is as cold as winter..."
Nowadays, all the celebrities and powerful people in Bianjing want to destroy Zhao Huan and take credit from Tong Guan and Gao Qiu.
Even if there are loyal supporters all over the world, what’s the point?
Zhu Lian had given up hope. The reason why she did not turn around and leave was because she thought of the love between husband and wife and wanted to accompany Zhao Huan on this last journey.
At this time, Shujishi had a sudden inspiration.
"Yes!"
"Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are covered in silver, but only the plum blossoms are as proud as fire..."
"I have it too, so I'm showing off my shame!"
"It's a February day that is suddenly warm and then cold, and the dead trees are bleak and afraid of the cold smoke. I want to make some wine and take advantage of the east wind to look for the fragrance of plum blossoms."
In an instant, seven or eight common people, using poems as swords and ink as swords, came to attack Zhao Huan.
Seeing that Zhao Huan was silent for a long time, Wu Chao was already sure of victory and delivered a fatal blow.
"When the sun sets, I see clouds rising, swaying in the wind and disappearing. The cold butterflies form ridges and scatter like stars in the river."
Although Wu Chao did not mention plum blossoms in the whole article, in just a few sentences, the wonderful scene of a cold mountain village, surrounded by plum trees, with plum blossoms blown by the wind scattered on the glacier, emerged in everyone's mind.
For a moment, the sound of exclamation in Xunmo Pavilion was deafening.
"As expected of Mr. Wu!"
"How long has it been since then?!"
"Your Majesty! How long are you going to delay? Is it possible that you have exhausted your talents when facing Mr. Wu and other common people?"
Zhu Lian couldn't stand it anymore, and just when she was about to turn around and leave, Zhao Huan's voice spread throughout Xunmo Pavilion.
"The righteous men from all over the world gather in Kyoto. How can one song be enough for such a grand scene?"
"Just now...how many songs did you all compose? I will return a few of them to you!"
"Looking at the sparse flowers and ice in the water makes you faint, and the thin shadows of the jade in the horizontal window have no trace. The lonely mountain is getting colder and after dusk, I once knocked on the door of the virgin with a stick."
"The charming plum blossom tree is as beautiful as a beautiful woman. It is willing to face the ice and snow, but does not like the bright spring."
"After all the fragrance has faded away, a single tree is worth mentioning..."
"Lighten the frosty bud and cold scented wax evenly..."
"..."
"Is it enough?"
"If it's not enough, we'll count the number of people on the scene. I'll compose a few songs for how many people there are!"
"There is the sun and moon in my chest, and my mind is full of mountains and rivers. If you are not afraid of gold thieves, why not write a few poems?"
Silence! Deathly silence!
Everyone at the scene looked at Zhao Huan in stunned silence and was speechless for a long time.
The faces of all the concubines who participated in the encirclement and suppression of Zhao Huan had already turned red.
Wu Chao couldn't believe his ears. The eight of them, each with one poem, had already forced Zhao Huan into a corner... This guy actually spoke a complete sentence, twisted it, and returned eight poems!
Although these eight poems are still very different in style, but... As a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, he searched all the famous works in his mind, but he could not find any poems written by Zhao Huan.
Even if you steal someone's calligraphy, how can you steal all the literary giants in the world?!
Zhu Lian stopped and stood in the crowd, looking at Zhao Huan in the middle of Xunmo Pavilion through her white gauze, as if in a dream...
How could this situation, this person, this situation be so unreal?
At this moment, Zhao Huan grabbed the poetry collection, his tone full of impatience.
"The Golden Man is at stake, and the country and the country are in danger. You are still entangled in literary matters. Could it be that you plan to use your pen as a sword to cut open the Golden Man's armor?"
"The trip to the Hanlin Academy, I am greatly disappointed!"
"You just need to be polite and support the country, and someone will naturally take on the responsibility."
Snapped!
Zhao Huan patted the collection of poems on the inkstone, and the ink soaked "Tatar" and "Chrysanthemum", but Zhao Huan deliberately ignored the Tatar and took only the chrysanthemum.
This move made the Shujis present blush red and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Who can't see the irony of King Ding?
The Jin people are about to move south, but a group of bitter scholars are still busy reciting poems and writing poems, being arty and elegant. The country of the Song Dynasty is left to them, and they will perish!
"When the flowers are blooming, I won't do it. If I do, they will scare me to death. If I want to fight the west wind, I will wear golden armor all over my body!"
hiss……
Wu Chao's eyes widened and he gasped, this poem... was it really written by Zhao Huan on the spot?
Before Wu Chao could react, Zhao Huan threw the poetry collection on the table again.
Snapped!
Every crisp sound shocked everyone, the power of the King of Song Dynasty was fully revealed!
"The branches are low under the weight of snow, but they are too low to touch the mud. Once the red sun rises, they are still level with the sky!"
Although this poem was about chanting bamboo, its momentum made everyone finally remember that the person in front of them was the eldest son of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, the king of Ding who was less than ten thousand people!
All the concubines had turned pale.
The onlookers, the martyrs, clenched their fists and flushed with excitement.