The scene became lively again, and everyone discussed animatedly.
However, almost everyone still believed that Zhuang Yougong would win because he was best at composing fast poems.
In the past, there had been rumors of Zhuang Yougong writing fast poems at many poetry gatherings.
Rumor had it that Zhuang Yougong's fastest record of composing a poem was at a poetry meeting in Jiangnan Academy. He only used about half an incense's time to compose a high-quality nostalgic poem.
Every time Zhuang Yougong composed a poem, the slowest one did not exceed the time for an incense stick to burn.
What was even more amazing was that the poems that Zhuang Yougong had composed in such a short period of time were of high quality, comparable to the poems that other scholars had composed over a long period of time.
The other High Scholars and scholars who were watching the scene knew about this. When they heard He Kun agree to Zhuang Yougong's request to compete with him in poetry, they felt that He Kun had already lost.
He Kun was extremely calm when he heard the discussions that were not optimistic about him and that he would definitely lose.
Not far away, Zhuang Yougong puffed out his chest. He had a well-thought-out plan. He felt that he would definitely win.
"The flowers of water, land, and vegetation are very cute. Tao Yuanming of Jin loves chrysanthemums…"
At this moment, a calm voice sounded in the hall on the first floor of Spring Breeze Courtyard.
"This, this is an article? No, impossible. There's actually someone who can write articles faster than me?”
He looked at the source of the voice and saw that it was He Kun, who he had always thought would win. Zhuang Yougong's confident expression immediately changed. He panicked and shouted in disbelief.
"How could that be? There was actually someone faster than Young Master Zhuang?”
Similarly, those who could not believe it and were dumbfounded were the High Scholars and scholars sitting around and watching.
"This He Kun…"
Mu Wenfu, who had delicate facial features and looked like a talented person, narrowed his eyes. A deep trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes.
He had never expected He Kun to win so easily against Zhuang Yougong, who was the best at the fastest poems.
"He can actually write such a high-quality article in such a short time!”
Yu Minzhong was also shocked. He felt that it was not unfair for him to lose to He Kun.
Although He Kun was writing an essay and not a poem, he was still able to write an essay about the lotus flower after Chen Hongyan gave the order to start. This was also very terrifying.
"This He Kun is really interesting…”
Sitting behind the white curtains, Chen Hongyan, who had a perfect figure and peerless beauty, was becoming more and more interested in Yu Hekun.
He Kun, a nameless and ordinary High Scholar, had already defeated two famous scholars in succession in today's poetry competition. This was truly too shocking.
"However, it is still too early to say who will win or lose. It might not be impossible for Young Master Zhuang to overtake Kun Kawen later on.”Then, Chen Hongyan had a thought.
In the past, when scholars wrote poems or essays, they would get stuck because their inspiration would disappear. Sometimes, they would get stuck for months or even years. This was a common occurrence when scholars wrote poems or essays.
Many people at the scene had the same thoughts as Chen Hongyan.
Could it be that He Kun's initial performance was just a show?
However, He Kun's subsequent performance disappointed them.
"The world loves peonies. I love lotus flowers alone. They come out of mud and are not stained. They are clear and clear without evil. They are straight in the middle and straight outside. They do not spread or branch. Their fragrance is far away and more clear. They are planted in pavilions and pavilions. They can be seen from afar but not played with.”
He Kun spat out the 'Ode to the Love-Lotus' word by word. It was the first time it had appeared in this world.
When He Kun finished speaking, the situation that everyone had been waiting for didn't happen to He Kun at all.
"I'm done with my essay. Where's Young Master Zhuang?”
After reciting the complete [Ode to the Loving Lotus], He Kun looked at the dazed Zhuang Yougong.
"It's me. Wait…I'll be done soon."
Talking to Kun woke Zhuang Yougong up from his shock. He stammered.
The inspiration for the poem that had just surfaced in his heart had been thrown away after He Kun's interruption.
His mind was now filled with the thought,'It's over, I'm going to lose.”"I actually lost to a nobody.”"No, I'm the famous Guangdong genius of Phoenix Feather. I can't lose.”He couldn't concentrate his thoughts on writing poems and articles.
"There's less than half an incense stick of time left. You have to hurry up.”
He Kun reminded Zhuang Yougong.
Only then did Zhuang Yougong realize that half of the time he and He Kun had agreed on for an incense stick to burn had passed.
He immediately gathered his thoughts and began to compose poems and essays. However, writing poems and essays required inspiration. Without inspiration, things written would be a pile of dregs.
The more anxious Zhuang Yougong was, the harder it was for him to find inspiration. He watched as time passed bit by bit, but there was nothing he could do.
He could only watch as the time for an incense stick to burn passed.
"You win!"
Even though he was unwilling, Zhuang Yougong had no choice but to admit defeat to Hekun.
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