The entire place was silent!
Everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of Qin Yu's poem and the shock they had towards Qin Yu, unable to extricate themselves.
It wasn't until someone exclaimed that everyone was jolted awake.
"The manager of the Treasury Department of the Ministry of Revenue. He was only eight years old at that time, but he already has such poetic talent. He is indeed a child prodigy…"
Everyone looked over. The person who spoke was Kong Yingda.
Beside him, the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor, Li Gang, nodded repeatedly in approval.
He continued,"The poetry talent of the warehouse manager can be counted on one hand in the Great Tang. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that this poem was composed by an eight-year-old child.”
The two great Confucians praised him one after another, undoubtedly pushing Qin Yu to a new height.
For a time, there was an uproar and endless exclamations.
"Everyone…"
The eunuch with the croaky voice called out with a smile, and the scene quieted down for a moment.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the eunuch smiled and said,"Everyone has already seen Young Lord Qin's poetic talent. However, I believe that all of you are very curious as to why His Majesty suddenly changed the engagement eight years earlier today.”
"Oh?"
"Is there another story?"
"Eunuch, please enlighten me."
"That's right. I've always been puzzled. The princess's engagement is not a child's play. How can it be changed just like that…"
Everyone was surprised and looked at the eunuch curiously.
The eunuch did not make them wait for long and slowly said,""Everyone, you might not know this, but His Majesty prepared a family banquet yesterday, and Young Lord Qin was also present. It's a family banquet. Everyone should know that His Majesty will definitely teach the prince homework…"
"His Majesty asked the princes to write a poem on the topic of cherishing time and encouraging learning…"
"Because Lord Little Qin was also present, His Majesty took the examination together with Lord Little Qin…"
" But Young Lord Qin asked for a prize. He said that if he wrote a good poem, he would bring forward the engagement…"
" His Majesty naturally wouldn't agree, but he couldn't resist Little Qin's stubbornness. He said a good poem and brought it forward by a year…"
"Everyone, do you know what happened?"
"Little Lord Qin actually composed eight songs in a row without even stuttering…"
"Your Majesty is the ruler of a country. He will naturally keep his promise. This is the reason why the engagement has been changed…"
"What?"
"Eight songs in a row?"
"No wonder…"
"Eight poems in a row, eight years in advance. I think these eight poems are all good poems…"
"If not for this, His Majesty would not have changed the date of the engagement…"
"How were those eight poems written?”
The eunuch's words caused everyone to be shocked, and their faces were filled with disbelief.
Was there really such a prodigy in this world?
At this moment, everyone was very curious about the eight poems and urged one after another.
The eunuch smiled and waved his hand.""Milords, don't be anxious. Since I've said this, I'll naturally recite the poem.”
As he spoke, he took out the two pieces of paper, and the scene instantly fell silent.
Everyone was waiting for these eight poems.
The eunuch stared at the piece of paper, raised his eyes, and slowly spoke.
"The first song, I advise you not to cherish your gold-thread clothes, I advise you to cherish your youth. If you have flowers to fold, you must fold them. Don't wait for no flowers to fold empty branches..."
"Good poem, good poem…"
"This poem is sufficient to be passed down for generations…"
"This poem explains the profound in simple terms and contains the Dao of learning…"
"Although Qin Yu was eight years old at that time, I admit that I'm not as good as him when it comes to poetry…" Cheng Yaojin said.
Everyone was speechless.
Exclamations of surprise could be heard without end. The eunuch hurriedly waved his hand and said,"Silence, silence…"
"Sirs, please stop discussing. I will finish reading the poem first. At that time, it will not be too late for everyone to discuss. His Majesty is still waiting for me to serve him…"
"Eunuch is right…"
"Eunuch, please…"
Everyone was silent, and the eunuch continued to read.
"The second song, the third watch, the fifth watch, the chicken."
"The third poem, reading is not enough, thinking is not clear…"
"The fourth one, striking the stone will produce fire, not striking the Yuan Wu Yan…"
"The fifth song."
"The sixth song…"
"The seventh song…"
"The eighth poem,'A man wants to fulfill his life's ambition, The Six Classics are diligently read by the window.”
After reading the eight poems, everyone was dumbfounded.
The eunuch carefully folded the paper and put it away. Then, with a solemn expression, he said,"Milords, His Majesty said that it's getting late and that we've drunk to our heart's content today. All the beloved ministers should return and rest early.”
After the eunuch finished speaking, he turned around and left.
As for the stunned crowd, they still hadn't regained their senses.
The shock these eight poems gave them was simply too great.
Eight poems, the first classic, were all written by an eight-year-old child.
What was even more shocking was that these eight songs were made together.
This was…Who dared to believe it?
"Sigh…" With a long sigh, Li Gang said,""The old me does not know about other aspects. However, in terms of poetic talent, the old me is inferior…"
After sighing, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Who would have thought that as a great scholar of the current era, there would be a day where he would personally admit that he was inferior to an eight-year-old child?
"This old man thinks that in terms of poetry, no one in the world can compare to Lord Qin."”
The high evaluation shook everyone's hearts and they could not calm down for a long time.
The discussions were endless and could not be calmed down.
When the short and fat Zhangsun Wuji saw this, he said loudly,"His Majesty said that we should go back and rest early. If you don't leave now, do you want to spend the night in the palace?”
"Yes…"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
"Thank you for your reminder, Lord Zhangsun…"
"Let's go. We'll talk as we walk…"
Everyone came to a realization and hurriedly stood up to leave. They formed groups of three to five and whispered to each other. As they walked, they talked about Qin Yu's poem.
As they were immersed in the poem, they did not notice that some officials did not leave with them.
Amidst the crowd, Wang Qiufeng clenched his fists tightly. His face was ashen as he gritted his teeth.
Originally, he wanted to knock Qin Yu into the abyss today.
But who knew that it would actually help him and become his good name.
He hated it, but since things had come to this, there was no other way. Only hatred spread in his heart.
At this moment, in Li Er's study, Li Er looked at Qin Yu and said,""You're pretty good at poetry. You can compose a poem even in a dream.”
Qin Yu did not even raise her head. She said,"What dream? Dreams are made up, so are poems."”
Li Er: "???"
Qin Yu raised her head and smiled." You rely on luck to write poems. I rely on my own imagination to write poems.”
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