Was He Shen's poem very bad?
Not bad.
Not only was it not bad, it was unexpectedly good.
It had even surpassed the realm of ordinary ancient poems.
This "Plum Blossom" was more than a level higher in quality and conception than Yu Minzhong's "Snow Plum".
Most of the people sitting next to him were the most knowledgeable and talented scholars of the Qing Dynasty. They still had the ability to appreciate ancient poems. To be honest, the quality of Yu Minzhong's "Snow Plum" had reached the peak of poetry and could be called a masterpiece.
But He Shen's "Plum Blossom" was better than "Snow Plum."
A poem of this level had already reached the point where it would become famous throughout the ages.
Many poets and scholars might not even be able to compose an ancient poem of this level in their entire lives.
However, what they found hard to believe was that He Shen had actually created such an ancient poem that would be famous for thousands of years with such ease.
"How is it? This ancient poem that I composed should be pretty good, right?”
He Shen saw everyone's reaction and asked calmly.
Everyone avoided He Shen's gaze, but no one dared to answer him.
They vaguely remembered how they had mocked and ganged up on He Shen.
Who would have thought that He Shen, an ordinary High Scholar who had never had a literary name, would be able to easily compose such a famous poem that would be famous throughout the ages?
Yu Minzhong was also in complete disbelief. He had never thought that he would be defeated by an ancient poem written by an ordinary High Scholar whose name he had never heard of.
"That's right. The Plum Blossom composed by Mister He Shen was a quatrain of five characters. Although it was a five-character quatrain, it was more than a level higher than the 'Snow Plum' that Young Master Yu had composed previously.”
" Through the simple words " corner "," alone "," remote knowledge ", and " hidden fragrance ", he outlined a pure and white plum blossom, a hidden fragrance, a noble character, a simple residence, but still a lonely fragrance, not afraid of the eyes of others, and a noble character that still stood tall in the harsh environment.”
After a moment of silence, Chen Yuanyuan, who was behind the white curtain, publicly commented on He Shen's "Plum Blossom". She dissected the "Plum Blossom" inside out and told everyone.
Chen Yuanyuan was also surprised. She had never expected that an ordinary High Scholar who had never been heard of would actually compose a famous poem that would be famous for thousands of years. It was better than Yu Minzhong, the number one scholar in Shanxi.
This made her curious about He Shen. Through the curtains, she would occasionally look at He Shen, who stood out from the crowd.
"He Shen gongzi won the first question! The golden hairpin will announce the second question."
Before anyone could react, Chen Yuanyuan's melodious voice rang out from behind the white curtain, announcing He Shen's passing of the first test.
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This time, the entire Spring Breeze Yard could no longer maintain its peace!
The entire lobby on the first floor instantly became noisy. Everyone whispered to each other and discussed animatedly.
Because they really didn't expect that the first to pass Chen Yuanyuan's test this time wasn't one of the famous scholars of the Qing Dynasty.
He was just an ordinary High Scholar whose name no one had even heard of before.
Almost everyone looked at He Shen with jealousy. At this moment, they wished they could turn into He Shen and make He Shen, who had the chance to meet Chen Yuanyuan, become them.
Yu Minzhong closed the ink-wash bamboo fan in his hand. His eyes were filled with coldness as he looked at He Shen, who was still standing there and did not seem to have any reaction to Chen Yuanyuan's words. With jealousy and hatred in his heart, he returned to his previous seat.
"Yu Minzhong, it seems that after such a long time, you still haven't made any progress! He was actually defeated by a nameless nobody in front of hundreds of people.”
Yu Minzhong had just returned to her seat when a mocking voice came from the side.
Yu Minzhong turned his head and saw that the person who mocked him was sitting at the same table as him. He was wearing a gold-rimmed young master's robe and a flat top hat with a green jade inlaid on his head. He looked a little thin, his eyes were sunken, and his face was pale. He was the number one scholar in Guangdong.
It was said that when he was young, he had a serious illness. Even if he recovered from the illness, it left behind some incurable roots. That was why he had always been thin, his face pale, and his eyes sunken, like a sick person.
"A sick ghost. You've seen He Shen's strength. If you think you have a chance of winning, just go ahead. Why mock me and raise yourself up?”
Yu Minzhong immediately retorted mercilessly.
Since ancient times, scholars despised each other. As the best scholars in the world, they had always been enemies. They wanted to suppress each other and let everyone in the Qing Dynasty know that their strength was higher than other scholars.
The reason why they sat at the same table wasn't because of their good relationship, but because only they had the right to sit at the same table.
"Humph! I will naturally deal with this He Shen. Otherwise, if we let He Shen win today and news of today's matter spreads, I'm afraid that the reputation of our talents will be looked down upon by the entire Qing Dynasty.”
You Yougong immediately snorted coldly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
He didn't think He Shen was that amazing, because before He Shen's poem, there was already a period of time when Yu Minzhong was writing poems. In addition, he had a flash of inspiration and came up with a famous poem like "Plum Blossom". He Shen could only be considered lucky.
"No matter what, we can't let He Shen win today's poetry competition.”
At this moment, the voice of the last person at their table came, and it concluded the matter.
Jiu Yougong and Yu Minzhong turned their heads and saw the young man wearing a purple gauze cloud pattern long robe. The two people who were originally fighting immediately had a trace of respect on their faces.
The other party was the Jiangnan genius, Mu Wenfu.
"Everything will be based on Young Master Mu's opinion.”
"We'll leave it to Young Master Mu."
The two of them said one after another.
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At this time, on the second floor of Spring Breeze Courtyard, Chen Yuanyuan's maid, Jin Chai, had already received the second question of the day from Chen Yuanyuan behind the curtain and posted it:
With the lotus flower as the theme, write a poem, a poem, an article, the theme and sentence pattern are not limited.
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