Was He Kun'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 her were highly knowledgeable Juren and gifted scholars. They still had the ability to appreciate ancient poetry. To be honest, the quality of Yu Minzhong's "Snow Plum" had reached the peak of poetry and could be called a masterpiece.
However, He Kun'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 unbelievable was that He Kun had actually composed such a simple ancient poem that would be famous for thousands of years.
"How is it? This ancient poem that I composed should be pretty good, right?”
He Kun asked calmly when he saw everyone's reaction.
Everyone avoided He Kun's gaze, but no one dared to answer him.
They vaguely remembered how they had mocked and ganged up on He Kun.
Who would have thought that He Kun, an ordinary High Scholar who never had a literary name, could easily compose such a famous poem that could be famous for thousands of years.
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' that Young Master He Kun wrote 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 Hongyan, who was behind the white curtain, publicly commented on He Kun's "Plum Blossom". She dissected the "Plum Blossom" from inside out and told everyone.
Chen Hongyan 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, who was the number one scholar in Shanxi.
This made her a little curious about He Kun. Through the curtain, she would occasionally look at He Kun, who stood out among the crowd.
"This first question, I won against Young Master Kun! The golden hairpin will announce the second question."
Before anyone could react, Chen Hongyan's melodious voice, which sounded like an orchid in the empty valley, came from behind the white curtain again, announcing the result of He Kun passing the first question.
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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 Hongyan's test this time was actually not those famous scholars of Phoenix Feather.
He was just an ordinary High Scholar whose name no one had even heard of before.
Almost everyone looked at He Kun with jealousy. At this moment, they wished they could turn into He Kun and make He Kun, who had the chance to meet Chen Hongyan, become themselves.
Yu Minzhong closed the ink-wash bamboo fan in his hand. His eyes were filled with coldness as he looked at He Kun, who was still standing there and didn't seem to have any reaction to Chen Hongyan'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 Kun's strength. If you think you have a chance of winning, just go ahead. Why do you have to mock me and elevate yourself?”
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 Phoenix Feather know that their strength was higher than the 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! He Kun would naturally deal with it. Otherwise, if we let He Kun win today and news of what happened today spreads, the reputation of our talents will be looked down upon by the people of Phoenix Feather.”
You Yougong immediately snorted coldly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
He didn't think He Kun was that amazing, because before He Kun wrote the poem, Yu Minzhong had been writing poems for a period of time. In addition, he had a flash of inspiration and composed a famous poem like "Plum Blossom." He Kun could only be considered lucky.
"No matter what, we can't let He Kun win today's poetry contest.”
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 scholar, 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.
……
At this moment, on the second floor of Spring Breeze Courtyard, Chen Hongyan's maid, Jin Chai, had already received the second question of the day from Chen Hongyan 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.# Date:09 7 2019 12:29PM
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