Seeing this question, the lobby on the first floor of Spring Breeze Courtyard, which had just calmed down, immediately started discussing enthusiastically again.
Compared to the first question, the scope of the second question was much wider.
From the poem to the article.
Everyone present knew that it was not difficult to write a poem or essay with lotus flowers as the theme. The difficult part was how to attract Chen Yuanyuan and get her approval.
Following that, everyone's gaze shifted to He Shen, who sat down after shocking everyone.
They wanted to see if He Shen, who had just passed Chen Yuanyuan's first test, had real talent. Or was it just luck?
Most of the people present felt that He Shen's luck was more likely than his real talent.
Because if He Shen really had real talent, he wouldn't have no literary name at all in the Qing Dynasty, where literary style flourished. Almost no one present had heard of the name "He Shen" before.
"I just had a flash of inspiration and composed a famous poem.”
"I was lucky enough to pass Miss Chen Yuanyuan's first question. I'm afraid I won't have such a chance next time.”
"He only defeated Yu Minzhong from Jiangxi, but there's still Zhuang Yougong from Guangdong and Mu Wenfu from Jiangnan.”
"It's a famous poem. We don't even know if he wrote it. Maybe he bought it or stole it.”
……
Everyone thought the same thing.
Among them, a small number of people maliciously speculated that the Plum Blossom that He Shen had just composed was bought and stolen.
Regardless of whether this speculation was reasonable or not, in the hearts of the people who were burning with jealousy, this was what they thought of He Shen.
Under everyone's expectations, the Guangdong scholar, Yun Yougong, finally stood up.
He walked to the front and looked sharply at He Shen who was sitting in the corner."
"He Shen, seeing that you were able to compose a famous poem, I believe that you must have great literary talent. Why don't we use Miss Chen Yuanyuan's question today to have a competition?”
Although Ao Yougong's eyes were sunken and his face was pale, his voice was full of confidence.
"Who are you? Why did I agree to compete with you?”
He Shen stood up and looked at the sickly scholar who walked out from the crowd. He asked him if he wanted to compete with him.
Don't misunderstand, he wasn't deliberately acting dumb. He really didn't know You Yougong.
In the past, He Shen had always been studying hard at home. He had never gone out to participate in literary gatherings or poetry gatherings. He was just an ordinary scholar and had not come into contact with this circle. Naturally, he did not know these famous scholars of the Qing Dynasty.
“……。”
He Shen's question made Kong Yougong speechless.
He had never thought that there would be scholars who did not recognize him.
Then, he felt a little embarrassed and angry. As a famous scholar in the country, inviting a nameless ordinary High Scholar to compete was already lowering his status. He really didn't expect He Shen to disagree.
"I am You Gong."
Zhuang Yougong suppressed his anger.
"Zhuang Yougong. Are you the number one genius in Guangdong?”
He Shen suddenly understood. He remembered that when he heard the people around him discussing, wasn't the number one scholar in Guangdong called Yan Yougong?
"Yes, I am."
Zhuang Yougong instantly felt ashamed. Was he that unknown?
She actually needed to use such a strong tone to recognize him.
"Alright, seeing that you are the number one scholar in Guangdong, I will reluctantly agree to your request.”
Hearing that Zhuang Yougong was a famous Guangdong scholar, He Shen nodded.
"However, I feel that such an ordinary competition is really too easy. Why don't we set a time limit? If they couldn't write poems or essays within the stipulated time, they would lose.”
Zhuang Yougong finally revealed his thoughts. A sinister glint flashed across his eyes as he continued.
"No problem. How long do we have?”
Of course, He Shen had no problem with it. His mind was filled with poems and ancient texts from a whole world. There were at least 200 to 300 poems and texts about lotus flowers. He had also won the photographic memory skill from the lottery, so he would never forget it in the future.
Zhuang Yougong wanted to use the time limit to make things difficult for him, but it was useless against him.
"15 minutes."
Seeing that his scheme had succeeded, Gao Yougong immediately narrowed his eyes and said.
"Alright, we'll set a time limit of 15 minutes.”
He Shen nodded.
He knew that in ancient times, two hours was equivalent to two hours in the future, one hour was equivalent to two quarters of an hour, one quarter of an hour was equivalent to three cups of tea, and one cup of tea was equivalent to two incense sticks.
In other words, the time it took for an incense stick to burn was equivalent to five minutes in the future.
One could imagine how difficult it was to write a good poem and essay in five minutes and gain Chen Yuanyuan's approval.
"We are writing poems at the same time. Whoever finishes it first will recite it first and then let Miss Chen Yuanyuan comment.”
Zhuang Yougong continued.
He Shen knew that this was to prevent him from having an advantage in the competition.
However, just like before, Zhuang Yougong's restriction had no effect on him.
"Alright, as you say."
He Shen agreed readily.
"Then let's invite Miss Chen Yuanyuan to give the order for us to start.”
Then, Zhuang Yougong cupped his hands elegantly at Chen Yuanyuan, who was sitting behind a white curtain on the second floor.
Unfortunately, it would have been even better if he didn't look so sickly and ugly.
"Since the two young masters are in such a good mood. Yuan Yuan could only follow the wishes of the two young masters. Time limit poem creation, officially begins."
Chen Yuanyuan ordered from behind the curtain.
When he heard Chen Yuanyuan's slogan, he immediately thought about it.
……
"He actually overestimates himself, competing with Young Master Zhuang's fast poem, this He Shen brat will definitely lose.”
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