"Nonsense!"
The head examiner was about to retort when he heard Lu Yan suddenly speak.
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms them all by himself!”
Everyone was stunned, even Li Shi Min couldn't react.
Lu Yan's voice did not stop.
"I knew it wasn't snow from afar, so there was a hidden fragrance!”
A five-character poem!
Everyone present was familiar with the books of sages. They could all tell that Lu Yan was reciting a five-character poem.
but. They had never seen it before.
Could it be that Lu Yan created it?
The head examiner was also shocked.
"Good poem!"
Although Li Shi Min didn't show it, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Using plum blossoms to imitate people, standing in a secluded or even deserted corner, breaking through the cold and quietly opening up, sending a rich fragrance to the world from afar. This was a peerless plum blossom, but also a peerless person.
Not only was the rhyme neat, but the meaning was also top-notch.
It was definitely a top-notch poem, enough to leave a legacy for a hundred generations.
"Using objects to express one's aspirations."
Li Shimin suddenly narrowed his eyes as if he had thought of something. This time, the imperial examination mentioned that he would be writing poems, and the scope was to express his thoughts through objects.
"Could it be…"
Li Shiming's heart couldn't help but thump. He looked at Lu Yan again with a shocked expression.
The head examiner and the ministers also thought of this moment.
The way he looked at Lu Yan changed.
Using one's own strength to prove it was indeed the most correct method.
Even they could not find any problems with this poem. Lu Yan was so young, but he was able to compose such a poem, especially with such a noble idea.
The poem is like the person.
How did he look like someone who would cheat in the imperial examination?
However... If he wanted to rely on a high-quality poem to absolve him of his sins, it was simply impossible.
There were witnesses and evidence.
At the thought of this, the ministers shook their heads. The imperial examinations were not all about poetry.
Even though poetry held an extremely important position in the Great Tang…
It was still useless.
Lu Yan took another step forward. Ignoring the Imperial Army's murderous gaze, he paused for a moment before speaking again.
"The heavy snow pressed down on the pine trees, and the pine trees were tall and straight!”
"You must know that the pine tree is noble and pure until the snow melts!”
Boom!
All the ministers were shocked and looked at Lu Yan in disbelief.
He actually wanted to compose a poem.
If the previous poem could be explained by thinking and preparing in advance, then this poem was not slow at all and blurted out.
It could only be explained as a genius.
Truly monstrous!
In ancient times, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, which was enough to be praised for thousands of years.
Now, Lu Yan was not inferior to Cao Zhi. In fact, he was even stronger.
Most importantly, although the rhythm of this poem wasn't as neat as the previous one, it was equally shocking.
Those present had a certain level of appreciation for poetry.
Naturally, he knew that this was another excellent poem. No matter which one was taken out, it was enough to win the crown in this imperial examination. It would be the best poem.
Even if they had studied poetry for decades, the possibility of them creating such a poem was very small.
Lu Yan did not hesitate and wrote two poems at the same time.
One could imagine the impact on them, and their hearts were deeply impacted.
He was actually inferior to a 15 or 16-year-old youth who had just reached adulthood.
Talented!
Unparalleled talent!
They could only explain it this way. Otherwise, they would feel extremely unbalanced.
Looking at Lu Yan's figure, they could not help but feel a little suspicious.
His heart began to waver.
Did such a talented person really need to rely on cheating to obtain fame?
With his talent, even if he was not successful, he was still famous in the world. At the very least, his attainments in poetry would definitely be respected by all the scholars in the world.
Why did he have to do such a shameful thing?
In particular, the two poems were extremely refreshing and proud. If Lu Yan was not such a person, how could he have composed such poems?
Li Shi Min also frowned. He suddenly realized that he couldn't see through this young man.
However, those two poems were both top-notch choices.
He was most praised for being skilled in both literature and martial arts. He was quite obsessed with calligraphy and poetry. Although his own level was not very good, he naturally had the ability to appreciate.
After the two poems, he could no longer remain calm.
"I'm determined to stay on the green mountain and not relax. I'm rooted in the broken rock!”
Lu Yan's voice sounded again.
There was actually more!
Everyone was on the verge of collapse.
Could it be that true geniuses were all like this? Poem creation depended entirely on their innate talent. With just a thought, they didn't need any thought to create such a poem?
They could feel their worldview crumbling at this moment.
He had been beaten to a pulp by a teenager.
Many of the old officials who were proud of their literary talent couldn't help but lower their heads. Their faces turned red and they felt a little ashamed.
Compared to Lu Yan, they were just children who were learning to speak.
"It is still strong after thousands of attacks, regardless of the east, west, north, south wind.”
It was another poem that was not inferior to the previous two!
They were a little numb!
He didn't know how to describe this young man who was constantly spouting poems.
All of them looked tired. There was no other sound in the examination hall. Only Lu Yan's calm but clear voice, which was neither servile nor overbearing, entered their ears.
It never stopped.
In a short period of time, there were close to 10 poems.
"It's hard to meet and to part, the spring breeze is powerless against the flowers.”
"Silkworms in spring will not be able to make silk until they die, and candles will only dry up when they turn into ashes.”
Lu Yan's tone also became excited.
"In the morning mirror, the clouds of sorrow change; At night, I should feel the cold moonlight.”
"There's not much to go to Peng Mountain. The green bird is eager to explore.”
“...............”
The poem ended and Lu Yan also stopped. However, the entire examination hall was silent.
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