"It's just because you are short-sighted and have never understood secular people, so you don't know the poems I published outside. If you try to understand them, you will know that there are actually many powerful secular people!"
Wang Yuan snorted coldly, he didn't look down on such a short-sighted person.
"I have just sent people to check. These poems have never been heard anywhere, so it is basically certain that they were written by Wang Yuan himself."
Xue Qianlong had heard Wang Yuan write poems before, but she was not as emotional as she was today. Presumably, it was because Wang Yuan was so serious.
Because there were many people who were dissatisfied with Wang Yuan, they all felt that they were more powerful than Wang Yuan and should take part in the martial arts competition to recruit a bride in Wang Yuan's place, so the competition continued.
"Wang Yuan, you are not that great. You have only written two poems. Believe it or not, any poem I can say now is better than yours. If you are really capable, write more!"
"That's right, let's see! You said you are talented, but where are your talents?"
"I'll give you half the time to burn incense. If you can write five poems, we will let you pass!"
The talented people next to them were all talking nonsense, just belittling Wang Yuan and not convinced, but Wang Yuan didn't take it to heart.
It wasn't until the last sentence that Wang Yuan raised his eyes to look at them.
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"good!"
The person who was talking just now was speechless for a moment. Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan actually agreed.
In fact, being able to say two poems in such a short period of time is already remarkable. They did this just to make things difficult for Wang Yuan.
A smile appeared on Wang Yuan's lips. He had received nine years of education back then. How could he not be able to recite just five poems?
If this is the case, it would be a shame for the 300 ancient poems he once memorized!
After carefully recalling the ancient poems he had learned in elementary school, Wang Yuan stood up and drank all the tea in his cup.
"You don't wake up when you sleep in spring. You hear birds singing everywhere, you hear the wind and rain at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen?"
"An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west. Fireworks descended from Yangzhou in March. The shadow of the solitary sail disappeared in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River could be seen flowing in the sky."
"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, but my head is lowered to my hometown."
Just when Wang Yuan recited the third poem, the talented people and poets in front of him were so shocked that they could not even speak.
Everyone's eyes were wide open and they were mesmerized, already immersed in the scenes described by Wang Yuan.
Every single one of these verses is an eternal quatrain. It’s really great!
Even the person who just pointed at Wang Yuan and accused him of plagiarism gradually became addicted to the poems Wang Yuan recited.
"Oh my God, there is such a great writer in this world. How come I have never heard of him before?"
"I have never heard the poems he mentioned before. His talent is so incredible. Only such a person can be worthy of our saint!"
"I was so moved that I wanted to go up and hold his lap and worship him as my teacher!"
"It turns out there are such powerful literati in this world, but we are short-sighted."
Listening to the continuous compliments from the side, Wang Yuan did not pay attention, but carefully recalled the ancient poems he had learned.
This time, he must make all these literati admire him, and let these poems be immortalized here forever!
There is still a long time before half a stick of incense. Wang Yuan can not only write five poems, but even ten or twenty poems!
"I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family members even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one less person planted with dogwood trees."
"You asked me if my return date has not yet been announced. It rains at night in Bashan and the autumn pond swells. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together and say that it rains at night in Bashan?"
There were five poems in total, and Wang Yuan recited them as if speaking normally.