On the high platform, Jin Beichuan's face was complicated. He ignored the comments around him, looked at Chu Ling's figure, and said to himself, "The name of banished immortal is well deserved."
Recalling the scene when he met Chu Ling for the first time after drinking, as a young talent in the Imperial College, although Jin Beichuan admired Chu Ling's talent, deep down in his heart he had a desire to compete.
There is no first in literature, no second in military affairs.
The Feng Dynasty has a prosperous cultural background, and those who can enter the Imperial Academy or the seven academies are all talented people. They are like idlers. Even if they can go through the back door, they simply cannot stay.
Perhaps among scholars, there is indeed a tendency to compare one's origins. Human nature is like this, and no one is immune to it. However, the vast majority of scholars will not be able to give up all principles and go against their inner feelings to pursue and flatter themselves.
came out.
"Chu Ling, who came first in the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Association, wrote..."
Just when Jin Beichuan was thinking a lot, the sound from the guards brought Shan Beichuan back to his senses. Jin Beichuan raised his head and looked in the direction of Babao Mingtang. At this moment, many scholars gathered here looked over.
What will Chu Ling's second poem be?
This is what most people are thinking about.
The gazes gathered one after another, causing the palace man in charge of reciting to inevitably feel his heart beat faster. Although he had a high status in the palace and had experienced a lot, this atmosphere was different.
"Danger~"
"Wait a moment."
When the palace people adjusted their mentality and prepared to recite, a deep voice sounded, which made the palace people's hearts tense. Under the eyes of everyone, they hurriedly lowered their heads and retreated, bowing to the emperor in front of him.
Um?
At this moment, many people's expressions changed.
"Your Majesty~"
Gao Zhong, who was serving in front of the emperor, endured the surprise and doubt in his heart and bowed to Huangfu Xuan. He didn't know why the emperor stopped the recitation.
"I want to read this word myself."
One sentence made Gao Zhong unable to conceal his shock, and he was filled with horror in his heart.
Gao Zhong suspected that he had heard wrongly.
What kind of status does the emperor have to read the poems written by Chu Ling in person?
"What happened?"
"Not sure?"
"Why did the emperor want to stop?"
The high platform closest to the Babao Mingtang was the first to notice something strange.
Among the crowd, Huangfu Jingyu, several princes, Dugu Sheng, Huangfu Yunling, Shangguan Hong, Wang Wei, Zuo Guangxian, Guo Sheng and others showed different expressions, intuitively telling them that things were not simple.
"Transmit His Majesty's Oral Order~"
In this atmosphere, Gao Zhong calmed down, suppressed the surprise in his heart, looked around at the people in front of him, and said loudly: "I want to read the poems written by Chu Ling in person."
One word stirs up a thousand waves.
Many people's faces changed. How is this possible?
What kind of status does the emperor have to read the poems written by Chu Ling in person on such an occasion?
There was an uproar here.
"His Majesty's oral instructions and poems written by Chu Ling, I want to read them myself."
As the song was sung one by one, the words of Emperor Feng Huangfuxuan who wanted to read the poems written by Chu Ling were known to people far away, shocking even more people.
"Sir, did I hear correctly just now?"
Jun Hanlin held the wine bottle and looked at Chu Ling with a surprised look on his face, "The emperor wants to read the poems written by the young master in person?"
"That's right."
Chu Ling frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Babao Mingtang. At this moment, Chu Ling could clearly feel the many shocked looks coming towards him.
"Brother Chu, what poems did you write?"
Su Shisan couldn't believe it and said to Chu Ling: "On such an occasion, the emperor can actually read it in person. This has never happened to my court."
"It's just a word."
Chu Ling replied, but the suspicion in her heart was now clearly understood.
It looks like he made the right bet.
"The next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared."
Su An had a complicated expression. He glanced at Chu Ling and said sadly: "This first performance of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition can alarm the emperor and even let the emperor read it himself. What poems did Chu Ling write?"
"It seems that the emperor was very touched."
Jiang Zhongzi narrowed his eyes slightly, first looked in the direction of the Babao Mingtang, and then glanced at the crowd gathered in front of him, "Otherwise the emperor would never be like this."
Chu Ling, ah Chu Ling, how many surprises can you bring to me? No, shock!
Jiang Zhongzi said this, but secretly exclaimed in his heart.
Although he knew that Chu Ling was bound to stir up some changes in the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition, Jiang Zhongzi never expected that the final selection would already stir up trouble even before the second round.
"What on earth did this guy do?"
Li Qian suspected that he had heard it wrong, but seeing the reactions around him, especially his mother's expression, she leaned against the table and whispered to Li Kun in a low voice: "It is a rare honor to have the emperor read it in person."
"That's right."
Li Kun's eyes were observing the changes in the people in front of him, and he said calmly: "It seems that we still know too little about Chu Ling."
Despite what he said, Li Kun felt extremely relaxed inside.
No matter what poems Chu Ling wrote, if they could be read by the emperor himself on such an occasion, it meant that some of the words he had heard before might be difficult to do.
Mother, why are you opposed to this marriage?
Thinking of this, Li Kun looked at Huangfu Yunling. He could feel that his mother was deeply touched when she learned the news.
Huangfu Yunling sat quietly on the brocade cushion, her expression didn't seem to change much, except for a slight frown on her eyebrows, but anyone who knew her well knew that Huangfu Yunling was angry at this moment.
Huangfu Yunling never expected that when Chu Ling participated in the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition, something would go beyond her initial expectations.
"It's getting more and more interesting."
Not far away, King Qi Zhuwei slightly raised his lips. When he saw the emperor rising from the throne, he whispered to Shangguan Hong beside him: "Brother, what kind of poems did Chu Ling write that the emperor valued so much? ?”
"Not sure."
Shangguan Hong's eyes were fixed on the emperor who was walking forward with his head held high, and he replied in a low voice: "But I know one thing, I'm afraid that if this poem is read by the emperor himself, it will definitely cause a great response."
Speaking of this, Shangguan Hong's sharp eyes looked at Dugu Sheng not far away. At this moment, Shangguan Hong suddenly felt sympathy for Dugu Sheng.
"Chu Ling, this poetry meeting has really been disturbed by you." Shangguan Hong was not the only one who looked at Dugu Sheng at this time. Huangfu Jingyu also took a look, and then looked in the direction of Heart Island and saw a lot of things. The shaking figure muttered: "It seems that my previous worries were unnecessary."
Speaking of this, Huangfu Jingyu showed a hint of self-mockery.
Let the emperor read a poem in person. Even if Chu Ling did not win the top spot in the final selection of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Competition, once the matter spreads, it will definitely cause a sensation and heated discussion. After all, this honor Too rare.