Seeing that Fang Chen's poems were once again rejected, Wang Er quit and immediately stood up to protest against Fang Chen, but fortunately Fang Chen covered his mouth and pulled him back.
"Brother, can you bear this?"
After Wang Er sat down, he was still a little aggrieved. Fang Chen laughed, picked up an orange and peeled it: "Brother Wang just looked at it, where is this?"
"Normally I would have ignored it, but your two poems are obviously many times better than the two chosen ones!"
Wang Er snorted: "These guys are so shameless."
"He's shameless, so let's just do whatever he wants. Don't worry, there will be a good show later." Fang Chen broke the orange into two halves and handed one half to Wang Er.
The person who asked the third question was Ye Fan, and he used the emperor’s name and year to flatter him.
This time, Ye Fan's flattery was very clever. He was not as straightforward as the first two.
What era and name should be used to praise His Majesty the Empress? Instead, he said: "In the past, when the late emperor passed away, all the dynasties in the world regarded me as a piece of cake. Fortunately, Your Majesty was able to personally conquer the powerful people from all directions outside the country."
"Although I, Ye Fan, am a civil servant who is good at writing and ink, I also have the ambition to serve the country on the battlefield. I will use serving the country as the title of this question. You can use your words."
After hearing his words, many people began to write about their ambitions to serve the country. Although most of you here are a group of poor scholars, this kind of thing is not unthinkable.
There are many things in mind.
Not to mention Fang Chen, he remembers quite a few poems to serve the country, such as those about leaving a loyal heart for history, and about not being afraid of being shattered into pieces and leaving one's innocence in the world.
Thinking about it, he wrote: "The child is determined to leave his hometown, and he will not return until he succeeds in his studies. There is no need to bury his bones in a mulberry land. There are green mountains everywhere in the world."
He particularly liked this great man's poem and wrote it right away.
Wang Er on the side looked at the poem he wrote and didn't know what to say!
It’s like this again, without even thinking about it, I just pick up the pen and write!
Even if you are really a Wenquxing who descends to earth, you are still just showing off!
How can others play with you like this!
As expected, the poem was submitted and it was rejected again, but this time the judges on the stage looked a little unnatural.
Zhao Chun, Guo Wenruo and Ye Fan all started to crane their necks, looking for something, because they all saw the poem written by Fang Chen.
There is no doubt that these three poems are the best so far, but who wrote them?
Looking at the square characters of his signature, Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat: "Could it be that guy?"
After all, he had said before that if you want to benefit the country, you should not avoid it because of misfortunes and fortunes. This is a famous saying that can be passed down for generations.
Liu Yuanqing also murmured in his heart. He also saw those three poems. They were much better than the poems he had people write before.
Now that one song was not selected, he felt a little panicked. If the other party jumped out and accused him of being unfair, it would be difficult to collect.
Thinking in his heart, Liu Yuanqing quickly calmed down, it won't happen.
One or two of these scholars are poor people who think about glory, wealth, promotion and fortune all day long. How could they have such courage?
Thinking of this, Mr. Liu immediately relaxed again, but he didn't know that Fang Chen was really here to cause trouble this time.
Then I finished writing two poems on two topics. Without any surprise, all five of Fang Chen's poems were rejected.
The host said loudly: "I announce that the winners of this literary competition are... The one who won the first place after unanimous evaluation by all the adults is..."
Before the host finished speaking, a voice rang out: "Hold on! I suspect there is some malpractice for personal gain at this conference!"
Hearing this, many people were startled and looked in the direction of the sound.
Fang Chen stood up, and countless people's eyes focused on him.
He stood up from his seat step by step and walked to the front.
At first glance it was him.
Ye Fan showed a playful smile as expected. Zhao Chun, Guo Wenruo and others were all stunned.
Why is this guy here?
Liu Yuanqing's eyes widened and he said unceremoniously: "What are you doing here!"
Fang Chen chuckled softly: "Why can't I come? Mr. Liu, when you held the cultural gathering, you didn't ask my name to prevent me from coming, right?"
Liu Yuanqing snorted coldly: "Even so, what did you mean by what you said just now? Do you suspect that I am unfair?"
"It's not a suspicion, it's just that you, Mr. Liu, are unfair. Why did you win over these five guys on the stage?"
Fang Chen chuckled and said, "Seriously, which of the five of them's poems is the best?"
Liu Yuanqing's eyelids twitched: "What do you mean!"
This guy, is it possible?
"I don't know about the others."
Fang Chen smiled maliciously: "My poetry must be better than these five guys'! Why wasn't mine selected? Could it be that the five of them were the winners determined by you, Mr. Liu?"
After hearing his words, all the scholars present stopped working.
"Fuck! I'm just saying, this guy Zhang Yuanlin usually writes poems like a piece of shit, how could he possibly write the kind of poem he just did!"
"There must be a shady behind the scenes!"
"Master Liu, what is going on! Are you kidding us?"
Normally, the scholars would not dare to argue with Liu Yuanqing, but now that Fang Chen is taking the lead, the situation is different.
What should we be afraid of if there is a scapegoat?
Fang Chen didn't expect that after hearing his words, Liu Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"What are you talking about? You, Fang Chen, write poetry? You, a eunuch, are qualified to write poetry! Do you know how to write the word poetry?"
Eunuch?
When Liu Yuanqing revealed Fang Chen's identity, the people around him suddenly showed a look of disdain.
They are all self-proclaimed noble scholars. Naturally, they look down on Fang Chen, a eunuch who has no life roots.
This was exactly Liu Yuanqing's purpose, to humiliate Fang Chen in front of everyone.
Not far away, where rich ladies gathered, many women showed regretful expressions.
What a pity that such a handsome man turned out to be a eunuch.
Fang Chen lowered his eyes and smiled sinisterly: "The Great Yan law stipulates that eunuchs cannot write poems? I actually wrote them, and I also wrote five poems."
"How dare a rootless eunuch talk about poetry and articles? Fang Chen, I think you are clearly here to cause trouble!" Liu Yuanqing scolded.
In his opinion, Fang Chen entered the palace at a young age, and even though he had shown some literary talent before, it was different from pairings to poems.
He absolutely didn't believe that Fang Chen could write poetry.
"Just read out the poems I wrote and see if I can write them."
Fang Chen chuckled: "Several adults, my poems are signed with a square character. In order to ensure the fairness of this literary conference, I would also like to ask some adults to find out the poems and essays of me, the eunuch, and read them aloud.
How about you, the scholars and students present, also taste it?"