"Of course there's a way! As long as your Brother Huaizhen attends the poetry meet and wins! Just by looking at these guys 'reactions, one could tell.”
"Why?"
Hearing Lou Ningyun's words, Yun Ying still didn't quite understand.
At this moment, Yun Ying turned into a clever little girl and explained to Da Xiong's sister next door," If Brother Huaizhen is really the top scorer, and if these guys know him, it means that he's a regular at Chang Le Lane. If they don't know him, it means that he's basically never been there.”
"Oh! I see!"
In an instant.
The girls all looked over.
He looked at Zhao Huaizhen.
Zhao Huaizhen only nodded, indicating that he could.
After all, the King's Continent was different from his original world. Even the poems written by these poets were completely different.
Some famous poets had never even appeared before.
Be a plagiarist.
Zhao Huaizhen still had some confidence.
The Yu Garden was built along the river, surrounded by bamboo forests and rockery. The lush vegetation covered the rockery, and the long river flowed through the garden. The scenery was very charming.
At the center of the poetry gathering.
There were already 40 to 50 scholars gathered, and each of them was in high spirits, feeling as if they had been through a lot.
Zhao Huaizhen.
Under the gazes of several beautiful girls, he walked over.
In fact, this was his first time participating in this poetry meet, so he didn't know much about the rules.
Zhao Huaizhen grabbed a plump and honest scholar beside him and said,"Brother, how does this poetry meet go?”
"You actually don't know the rules of the Poetry Meet?”
This slightly plump scholar didn't seem to recognize Zhao Huaizhen as the fellow beside the girls.
There was no other reason.
Because of his short-sightedness, he couldn't differentiate between humans and animals beyond ten meters.
Then, the plump scholar looked at Zhao Huaizhen strangely.
"Then let me tell you. The rules of the poetry meet are very simple. In Yu Garden, everyone will randomly pick a question. You only need to finish the question within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.”
Zhao Huaizhen understood the rules after hearing what the guy had to say.
The rules of the competition were very simple. All they had to do was write a poem in the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
Because of this poetry meet.
It was held by all the rich and beautiful people in Chang 'an. It was a gathering of talented people. It was said that even Li Bai, the number one poet in Chang' an, was a judge!
At this moment.
The crowd suddenly became restless.
So the questions were out!
Above the river, a lantern was floating down. It contained the question for today.
A scholar lifted the lantern.
He opened the paper ball and read indifferently,"With peach blossoms as the theme, there is no limit to the poem title!”
The group of scholars smiled when they heard this question.
As soon as the question was asked, the dozens of scholars began to move.
One had to know.
All the rich and beautiful women in Chang 'an were watching. Whoever made it first would undoubtedly get the attention of all the rich women!
Zhao Huaizhen only smiled to himself. There was no limit to the topic of the poem, so it was extremely simple for him.
Peach blossoms?
It was simply at his fingertips!
At this moment, Zhao Huaizhen was still thinking about which song to copy.
"I made it! I made it! I-"
One of the scholars shouted out. As for the other scholars, when they heard this scholar's voice, they felt even more pressured!
For a moment, everyone's attention was drawn over.
The others were even more anxious, sweat dripping from their foreheads.
Time passed by.
In the end, all the scholars wrote down their answers on their own papers.
"Time's up, stop answering questions."
One of the judges shouted loudly, and all the scholars put down the brush and ink in their hands.
However, no one knew how many people had written poems.
Looking at the pale faces of the scholars, it was probably a little too little. After all, it had only been the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
As for Li Bai.
He sat on his seat and drank a pot of wine in boredom." I hope I can come up with an interesting poem this year."”
The scholars looked at each other.
He didn't know who would go first.
Li Bai said directly," Since you have finished your poem, read it out! From you."
Li Bai randomly picked a scholar.
The scholars who were mentioned by Li Bai were even more flattered. He knew what kind of person Li Bai was!
The Immortal Poet!
He was his idol!
After calming down, the scholar spoke.
"Peach blossoms fall after the rain
The clouds scatter and the bamboo leaves move in the shade
Where is my heart?
I'm alone."
As the scholar finished speaking, Li Bai yawned," Not bad, not bad. Alright, next."”
Hearing Li Bai's praise, the scholar smiled awkwardly.
He knew how good his poems were.
This poem could at most be considered as a neat pair of lines. There was no poetry at all. It was still far from becoming a poem.
As for the other two judges, they nodded their heads and said,"Not bad."”
Then, among the fifty over scholars.
A few more people spoke of the poems they had composed.
They also received the praise of the other two judges.
However, Li Bai's sleepiness grew stronger.
At this moment, the judge saw that everyone had a difficult expression on their faces. No one spoke again and he only shook his head,"If no one speaks again, then this time's"
That was it?
No way. These people looked decent, but they were actually so weak.
Zhao Huaizhen said," Wait a minute. I'm not talented, but I'm willing to let you all judge my work.”
Zhao Huaizhen said.
A few scholars gathered together and whispered to each other, secretly guessing about this unfamiliar fellow.
They pointed at Zhao Huaizhen.
He looked quite disdainful.
"Who is this person? Why haven't I seen him before? He's not from the Academy, is he?”
"Isn't this guy the bastard who was with those young misses before? Why is he coming out to compose poems? So you're not a gigolo."
"Even if he isn't a male escort, what kind of poem can he make? Writing a poem isn't just about having a face.”
As for the few scholars who had produced poetry, he was not worried at all.
After all, they knew all the famous scholars in Chang 'an.
How could a passerby surpass them?
"How is your fiancé's talent in poetry?”Da Xiong's neighbor asked Yun Ying worriedly.
Yun Ying could only smile helplessly.
How would she know?
"I don't know. I don't usually see him write poems."
However, Yun Ying was not in a hurry.
After all, she still had the poems she had prepared.
This was what she had used to save the situation.
Therefore, she was not worried that her fiancé would be bullied.
After hearing Yun Ying's words.
The girls couldn't help but look sympathetically in Zhao Huaizhen's direction.
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