Just as everyone was in high spirits, someone stood up and cupped his hands."Chancellor Kong, I already have a draft…"
Everyone was stunned, and they immediately recognized this person's identity.
"It's the Langjun of the Wang family in Taiyuan, Wang Yao!”
"Wang Yao's name has spread far and wide. I didn't expect him to come to the Lanting Garden Cultural Gathering!”
"The gathering of talents at the literary meeting has really broadened my horizons.”
“.......”
Kong Deming stroked his gray beard, and surprise flashed across his eyes. Please tell me in detail."
The corners of Wang Yao's mouth curled up slightly. He did not immediately recite the poem, but cupped his hands towards Yang Chen." I've long heard that Censor Yang is knowledgeable and is only comparable to Zijian. Now that I've seen you today, you really live up to your reputation. Although I already have a draft in my mind, I believe that with Censor Yang's talent, you must have a plan in mind. I dare to ask for your advice. I hope that you won't be stingy with your advice."
Everyone was stunned.
He was provoking Yang Chen. They weren't stupid. The meaning behind Wang Yao's words couldn't be more obvious.
Since ancient times, scholars despise each other, and there are countless people who are arrogant because of their talent.
Yang Chen had just been flattered by everyone. This Wang Yao was arrogant and young. He could not help but provoke him.
After all, other than scholars and young ladies, there were also high-ranking officials present. If he could defeat Yang Chen, his name would definitely spread throughout the world.
Stepping on someone's shoulders to rise to power was naturally better than slowly earning his own reputation.
Kong Deming frowned, feeling a little displeased.
Yang Chen raised his wine cup and took a sip lightly." I dare not advise you. If you have something to say, say it quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was instantly stunned.
Wang Yao's expression was even uglier. It alternated between green and white.
Xu Jingye couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.
The Wang family of Taiyuan was not someone that ordinary people could afford to provoke.
Puchi.
Wu Sanniang couldn't help but laugh. Her bell-like voice was extremely pleasant to the ear.
The girls around him giggled. Their beautiful voices were extremely ear-piercing to Wang Yao.
His face gradually turned red, the blood vessels on his forehead throbbed, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they creaked.
This Yang Chen was going too far!
He was born in the Wang family of Taiyuan, and he was also a famous scholar. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
He's just a mere censor. This child is detestable!
Wang Yao was furious. He wanted nothing more than to compete with Yang Chen. However, when he saw Yang Chen's body that was taller than him, he silently put down the fist in his hand.
Fight? That was something only an ordinary person could do!
He was a scholar, how could he do such a rude thing?!
Wang Yao snorted coldly and held back his anger." Censor Yang, please listen carefully."
Yang Chen nodded." Hurry up and release it."
The surrounding people could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter.
Wang Yao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. If it wasn't for his mental fortitude, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.
In the pavilion.
Xu Yingjiu's dark eyes curved into crescents as she pursed her lips slightly, unable to hold back her laughter.
Zheng Yan coughed lightly." Alright, Wang Yao, read out your poem."
Wang Yao tried his best to calm his anger. He said calmly,"Today, in the small garden, the peach blossoms and trees are red. Open a pot of wine for you, drink carefully in the spring breeze. If you can't help Bi Zhuo, you can still dance like a king. The immortal's hand is full of dew, but it can't reach the cup."
Everyone secretly nodded. This Wang Yao's talent was unquestionable, and he had the right to be arrogant.
After Wang Yao finished reciting, he looked at Yang Chen coldly.
"Censor Yang, please take a look…"
"Ordinary," Yang Chen said casually.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Even Zheng Yan felt that Yang Chen's words were a little too careless. Although Wang Yao's poem was not considered a peerless one, it still had its merits.
"This Imperial Censor Yang has such a big tone."
"Wang Yao's poem is already excellent."
"Young and impetuous."
“.......”
Wang Yao sneered." Ordinary? Since that's the case, why don't you let me see Censor Yang's poems?”
Wu Sanniang frowned. Wang Yao made her extremely unhappy, but this cultural gathering was just a spar. There seemed to be no reason to reprimand him.
Xu Jingye frowned." Zian."
Yang Chen smiled. He didn't look at Wang Yao, but at Kong Deming.
"How can there be poetry without wine?"
Kong Deming laughed." Bring the wine."
The maid at the side quickly brought the wine pot over.
Yang Chen took the wine jug and immediately opened the wine stopper, drinking heartily.
The sparkling wine flowed down the river and spilled out from his mouth, staining his clothes. However, he did not look disheveled. Instead, it added a trace of unruly boldness.
"Good wine." Yang Chen held the wine jug and praised.
He was dressed in a brocade robe, his hair tied up in a jade crown, and his jade-like handsome face rippled with a soul-stirring smile.
"There's already good wine. It's a good poem!"
Everyone's hearts trembled and they hurriedly listened.
Yang Chen held the wine pot in one hand and said in a clear voice,"Jun Bujian, the water of the Yellow River is coming from the sky…"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt as if a giant hammer had smashed into their hearts. They were all stunned. Goosebumps rose all over their bodies, as if every cell was screaming.
What kind of boldness was this! What a magnificent poem!
"Rushing into the sea, never to return."
Yang Chen's tone seemed to rise and fall with the artistic conception of the poem.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall grieves for the white hair, like the black hair in the morning and the snow in the evening?”
Everyone was already shocked and completely immersed in such a wonderful poem.
Wang Yao's face was pale, and his legs were trembling.
For scholars like them, Yang Chen's words were like a king's bomb.
The eyes of these young ladies sparkled as they crossed their hands in front of their chests, their eyes filled with admiration.
"You must enjoy life to the fullest. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty.
Heaven gave me talent, I will be useful, thousands of gold scattered to come back.
Cook sheep and slaughter cattle for fun, and drink three hundred cups at a time.
Confucius is the elder brother of Jingye. He is about to offer wine. Don't stop drinking.
I'll sing a song with you, and I'll ask you to listen to it for me.
...........”
The surrounding people were shocked, and the shock in their hearts could not be described with words.
Yang Chen's expression was indifferent, but his tone was rather impassioned.
“... A five-streaked horse and a fur coat worth thousands of gold. I'll go out and exchange it for good wine. I'll share with you the sorrow of eternity.”
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