Hearing Li Qingzhao's oriole-like voice, Yang Yi came back to his senses and smiled,"I've already formed a bamboo in my chest."
He thought about it for a long time and decided to show off. Although Zhao Ji was a muddle-headed emperor, he treated his subordinates well. It was not a bad thing to get along with them now, but in the future, he would inevitably be poked in the back by those clean and honest people.
Yang Yi took a step forward and cupped his hands.”
At this moment, he was still very glad that he had transmigrated to the Song Dynasty and not the Qing Dynasty. Otherwise, who could stand kneeling at the drop of a hat?
He didn't know that Zhao Ji had been waiting for him for a long time. Seeing that Yang Yi had finally finished his speech, Zhao Ji said expectantly,""Oh, tell me about it."
He wanted to see how talented the young man who could make the princess fall in love with him was.
Yang Yi looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were on him, especially the few young ladies in the distance. Their eyes were burning with desire to eat him up.
"It's the golden well of the windlass," he muttered."It's full of red flowers and cold." When we meet again, I can't calm my heart and eyes. Save who? Save who? From now on, the light of the bamboo mat will shine."
The entire place was so silent that one could hear a pin drop.
The artistic conception of this poem was even better than Song Xiuwen's. This poem was short but the plot was complete, like a one-act play.
It was early in the morning. Although the red flowers on the ground were red, they were already cold. Suddenly, I met you by the golden well. It could be the first time I met you or it could be a long time ago. Your eyes made it impossible for others to see through your thoughts. Who knew? Who knew? From now on, I'll have sleepless nights, tossing and turning, sleepless nights alone.
Li Qingzhao and Zhao Qianwei chewed carefully, and their faces turned red. These two different ladies suddenly had the same thought.
"Is this bad guy talking about himself?”
Yang Yi's expression was indifferent and he did not notice the expression of the beauty beside him.
This was Nalan's Ci, which was known as the pinnacle of Dreamlike Order since the Song Dynasty.
Nalan Xingde's Ci was the most elegant and graceful, with a deep sorrow and a unique style. It was especially lethal to women.
The Song Dynasty had Liu Yong, and the Qing Dynasty had Nalan Xingde.
These two people's poems were the most loved by the world's infatuated people. Only Yang Yi had transmigrated to this era. If he had come a few decades earlier, Liu Yong would really have nothing to do with him.
Scholar Liu was a god who visited all the brothels in the world without paying. He was our role model.
" What?" Zhao Ji's expression changed and he smiled." Wonderful, wonderful. Where are you from?"”
"I am Yang Yi, a commoner from Bianjing.”
"Oh, where is the elder at home?" Zhao Ji asked.
Although Yang Yi was curious as to why the Emperor would ask such strange questions, his expression remained unchanged. He cupped his hands and said,""There's only me and Sister-in-law left at home now.”
"Have you married?"
"Never"
Zhao Qianwei's face turned red as she tugged at the corner of Zhao Ji's shirt. Zhao Ji realized that he had asked too much.
The surrounding scholars were all dumbfounded. What was this? Blind date? Due to their official status, they all lowered their heads and pretended not to see it.
Zhao Ji ignored the strange atmosphere and smiled.""Qingzhao, what do you think of this poem?”
Li Qingzhao glanced at Yang Yi and pursed his lips,"You should be the leader."
Zhao Mingcheng's heart shattered into pieces when he saw the goddess of his dreams praising him.
Zhao Ji clapped his hands and smiled." Alright, since that's the case, then the champion of this poetry meet will be Yang Yi."”
The surrounding people started discussing.
"Who is this person? Which family is he from?"
"Yang Yi? I've never heard of it!"
"This person is going to be lucky to be chosen by the officials."
Similar comments buzzed in Song Xiuwen's ears. His hand that was holding the jade fan turned white. Ever since he became famous at the age of thirteen, he had never lost to his peers. He did not expect to make a mistake this time.
More importantly, Yang Yi was from Bianjing. If he lost his face here, he would be mocked and ridiculed when he returned to Jiangnan in the future. The southern scholars were actually not the opponents of these vulgar people in the north. He could even imagine the faces of those people who mocked and ridiculed him.
Song Xiuwen's head heated up. He walked forward and said,"Your Majesty, I refuse to accept this!"
As soon as he said this, the scene immediately fell silent. Unlike before, they were shocked by Song Xiuwen's boldness.
Although the Song Dynasty was friendly to scholars, it did not mean that one could question the emperor's decision at will.
This time, they looked at Song Xiuwen with pity in their eyes. Those lackeys from before had fallen behind a few steps without a trace.
Song Xiuwen also came to his senses at this moment. He was purely a young man and had been impulsive for a moment. At this moment, he was extremely regretful.
Zhao Ji narrowed his eyes. Although he had a good temper, it didn't mean that he wouldn't get angry.
At this moment, Yang Yi suddenly said,"Your Majesty, since Young Master Song is not convinced, I am willing to bet with him!" Let him be convinced!"
[Choice 1: Song Xiuwen provoked you. You decide to fight back and defeat Song Xiuwen. Reward: Wine Recipe]
[Option 2: Song Xiuwen provoked you and you decided to ignore him. Reward: Recovers a man's energy)
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