Rosefinch Street, Crouching Dragon Residence.
Wang Yangping was resting with his eyes closed.
Li Er gave him the title of Wandering Cavalry General, but it was an idle position and not a real one.
In other words, Wang Yangping had already begun to receive a salary from the imperial court, but he did not have to work.
But he was not satisfied.
The Wandering Cavalry General was only a slightly higher official position than the Prince Consort.
In Wang Yangping's eyes, this was too low and not worthy of his peerless talent.
I, Wang Yangping, am going to enter the court, enter the core of power, and then take over the power of the world.
If he were to climb up from the position of Wandering Cavalry General to take charge of the overall situation of the court, how long would he have to endure?
Wang Yangping refused.
As the saying went, one had to be famous as soon as possible.
In fact, it was the same for officials.
Even if he went to the bottom for countless years, he would not be able to advance much.
It would be a completely different story if he was in the inner circle of the imperial court.
Thus, Wang Yangping adopted the method of raising his hope.
Of course, he didn't cultivate his prestige like other people, living in seclusion, chatting, and slowly accumulating prestige.
Wang Yangping chose to recuperate in the bustling city.
A completely different path from others.
Now, his reputation had already spread.
Next, it would depend on how he operated.
At this moment, a roll call sounded from outside.
"Cui Mianjin of Qinghe, Cui Zheyan of Boling, Lu Wenzhen of Fanyang, Zheng Dehui of Xingyang, and Wang Xiucheng of Taiyuan are here to see you.”
People with five surnames and seven Wangs?
Was it finally here?
A faint smile appeared on Wang Yangping's lips.
Since they had sent their faces to the countryside, then don't blame me for treating them as stepping stones.
"Come in!"
Wang Yangping replied indifferently.
He stood up and put away the poems and articles hanging on the wall.
I can't scare these people!
Soon, Cui Mianjin, Cui Zheyan, Lu Wenzhen, Zheng Dehui, and Wang Xiucheng filed in.
After entering, the five of them realized that the Hidden Dragon Residence was empty.
Other than a table and a recliner, there was nothing else.
On the recliner, Wang Yangping was resting with his eyes closed.
When he saw them get up, he did not stand up to welcome them.
"Where is the Qilin Scholar? The world's number one Wang Yangping! Wang Yangping, how arrogant are you?"
Cui Mianjin saw Wang Yangping's rudeness and couldn't help but feel angry.
"With strength comes confidence. If you have any requests for me, please prepare enough gifts and come back with sincerity. If there's nothing else, I won't see you off.”
Wang Yangping closed his eyes as he spoke.
Lu Wenzhen was slapped by Wang Yangping last time, and he still held a grudge.
Hearing Wang Yangping's words, he immediately jumped up.
"What kind of ability do you have to dare to claim to be the number one in the world?”
"The way to govern the country and the strategy to pacify the Rong people are all in the heart. There is only one stone in the world. I, Wang Yangping, monopolize eight buckets.”
That was how arrogant he was!
Hearing Wang Yangping's words, the few of them were stunned.
He had long heard that this person was abnormally arrogant, but he did not expect that he was even more arrogant and arrogant than the rumors said.
"The way of governing the country and the strategy of pacifying the Rong people are too grand. I'm afraid none of us will be able to convince the other. In my opinion, why don't we compete in poetry and articles? I want to see if this legendary Qilin talent really has Qilin talent?”
Cui Mianjin said slowly.
"Since that's the case, then please set the questions.”
Wang Yangping didn't care.
Hearing this, Cui Mianjin was overjoyed.
Before they came here, they had already drafted a manuscript. The few of them carefully deliberated for a long time and came up with a masterpiece.
Cui Mianjin didn't believe that Wang Yangping could write better works in such a short time.
If Wang Yangping lost…
Then, the legend of " Qilin Scholar, number one in the world " would be shattered!
On the contrary, if he stepped on Wang Yangping, his Qinghe Cui Family's reputation would rise further.
"Alright then, we'll use Jiang Yue as the topic and each write a poem.”
Wang Yangping laughed.
"I won't hide it from you. Not long ago, I happened to write a poem titled Jiang Yue.”
Li Gang had seen this poem before, so Wang Yangping generously said it.
Wang Yangping's eyes revealed a trace of pity.
Cui Mianjin suddenly had a bad feeling.
However, he immediately calmed down.
Even so, so what?
The poem in his hands was the meticulous work of the few of them.
Cui Mianjin did not believe that Wang Yangping could write a better poem.
Not to mention, since ancient times, there was no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
Even if Wang Yangping's work was on par with his, or even slightly better than his, as long as the person who commented on it had a bit of influence, it would be easy to step on him.
Cui Mianjin was very confident.
After all, the quality of a poem depended not only on the quality of the poem itself, but also on the person who judged it.
The five surnames and seven Wangs had great influence in Chang 'an.
At that time, the famous scholar would evaluate Wang Yangping's work and raise his own.
In this way, victory was in the bag.
Thinking of this, the fear in Cui Mianjin's heart was swept away.
"In that case, please show me your masterpiece.”
Wang Yangping didn't stand on ceremony. He walked to the table and started writing.
"Moonlit Night on the Spring River" was known as "the poem of the poem, the peak of the peak" in later generations.
It even had the reputation of "suppressing the entire Tang".
Wang Yangping was naturally very confident.
In an instant, a song called " Moonlit Night on the Spring River " was slowly written under his pen.
Seeing this poem, Cui Mianjin and the others felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over their heads.
The level of this poem was far beyond the works in their hands.
Cui Mianjin was very clear that even if the elders of the Cui family were to evaluate it, they would think that this poem was far superior to the work in his hands.
After all, the difference in skill levels was too great.
Even if the elders wanted to help, they were powerless.
They also had to care about their own reputation.
Otherwise, the world would scold them for being blind!
Wang Yangping put down his brush and turned to Cui Mianjin and the others.
"Now, it's your turn!"
Upon hearing this, Cui Mianjin, Cui Zheyan, Lu Wenzhen, Zheng Dehui, and Wang Xiucheng looked at each other, none of them willing to step forward.
Obviously, no matter who stepped forward, they would become Wang Yangping's stepping stone.
However, even if he didn't go forward, could he escape?
At this moment, the five of them felt as if they had lost their parents, their intestines turning green with regret.
Why did he come here to challenge Wang Yangping?
Isn't it good to live well?
Seeing that they didn't react, Wang Yangping wasn't willing to let them go.
He picked up his work and walked out of the shop.
"I wrote this poem at the invitation of the Cui family of Qinghe, the Cui family of Boling, the Lu family of Fanyang, the Zheng family of Xingyang, and the Wang family of Taiyuan.”
After saying that, Wang Yangping hung the poem in his hand in front of the door.
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