"Alright, send this poem out.”
Qin Zheng says with a smile.
Regarding Lin Xuan's evaluation, Qin Zheng didn't feel that it was exaggerated. This poem of Qing Ping Diao was a beautiful poem that would be passed down through the ages on Earth.
Only this world's Li Bai didn't write it, or else it would still be remembered for thousands of years.
"Alright, I'll go now."
When Lin Xuan heard Qin Zheng's words, he immediately turned into a lackey and carefully rolled up the paper before sending it out of the private room.
"I won't say anything more. It's still the same thing. Take care of it. Young Master Qin's poem is not inferior to Young Master Qin's calligraphy.”
After seeing the maidservant, Lin Xuan carefully handed the paper over and instructed.
"Not inferior to Young Master Qin's calligraphy?"
Hearing Lin Xuan's words, the two maids 'expressions froze.
"Young Master, don't worry. We will be careful.”
The two maids said seriously.
After the shock of Qin Zheng's Dao Stepping Level calligraphy, the two girls completely admired Qin Zheng's talent.
They believed Lin Xuan when he said that Qin Zheng's poem was not simple.
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Just like calligraphy, after collecting all the poems, Su Qinghuan continued to let the top performers of White Jade City perform their talents. She then took her people to appreciate the poems that everyone had submitted.
Of course, this was just superficial.
Who passed and who didn't, it was already decided from their status.
But of course, although it had already been decided who would pass.
However, Su Qinghuan was still very interested in the poems written by the young talents from the top forces in the room.
"Miss, when Young Master Qin's poem was sent out, the magistrate said that this poem was not inferior to Young Master Qin's calligraphy. I suggest you take a look at this first.”
Just as Su Qinghuan was about to read the poem, the maid serving Qin Zheng's private room suddenly spoke.
"Not inferior to Qin Zheng's calligraphy?"
Hearing this, Su Qinghuan did not hesitate. She immediately picked up Qin Zheng's paper and opened it.
Because the people who passed had already been decided internally, the other maids did not need to read the poems, so they all surrounded them.
When they saw the Qing Ping tune on Qin Zheng's paper, Su Qinghuan and the maids fell silent once more.
"Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, spring breeze caresses the threshold and reveals its splendor. If not for the sight of the Jade Mountain, we would meet under the moon at the Jade Terrace.”
"What a beautiful poem, and what a beautiful person. The young master of the prefecture magistrate did not exaggerate. This poem is indeed not inferior to Young Master Qin's calligraphy.”
"The person in this poem is the young miss, right? Only the young miss fits the beauty in this poem.”
"Young Master Qin's literary talent is truly amazing. I'm afraid that it's not inferior to those great poets of ancient times.”
"It's absolutely impossible for it to be worse than them. One must know how long Young Master Qin has been writing this poem. In such a short period of time, he has already written such a beautiful poem based on Young Miss.”
After reading the contents of the Qing Ping Tune, the maids began to discuss one after another. Their faces were filled with reverence.
It wasn't just them. Su Qinghuan's heart was also filled with shock and joy.
She was naturally shocked by Qin Zheng's literary talent. She didn't expect that other than calligraphy, Qin Zheng's poetry was also so terrifying.
Joy was that she might be passed down through the ages along with this poem. Qin Zheng had written this poem for her, so if this poem was mentioned in the future, it would definitely mention her.
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Twenty minutes later, Su Qinghuan returned to the stage.
It was different from the first problem.
For the first difficult question, Su Qinghuan had brought nine maids with her and asked them to bring the calligraphy.
But this time, Su Qinghuan was alone, and she only had a piece of paper in her hand.
"Qing Huan, what happened to you this time? Why was there only one piece of paper? Could it be that there are no other poems that can compare to yours?”
Not long after, someone asked Su Qinghuan.
"Not bad."
Su Qinghuan nodded without hesitation.
"Qing Huan, why don't you show us?”
Seeing Su Qinghuan's affirmative answer, many people spoke up.
These people were basically confident in their own poems. They didn't believe that someone's poems could be like Qin Zheng's calligraphy, suppressing the crowd.
"Since Qing Huan has been brought here, there's no way he can hide it.”
Su Qinghuan nodded and unfolded the paper in front of the high-definition camera.
Soon, the clear and flat tone on the paper was projected onto the screen.
"The clouds think of clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and reveals its brilliance.”
"If we didn't meet at the top of the Jade Mountain, we would meet at the Jade Terrace under the moon.”
Looking at the four-line poem on the screen, the people who were originally unconvinced fell silent.
Since they were able to compose poems, they were naturally people who understood poetry.
They could clearly see the level of the poem in Su Qinghuan's hands.
This was definitely a beautiful poem that had been passed down through the ages.
If they objected to this poem, they would be asking for humiliation.
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"Wait? Did you guys notice that the handwriting on this poem is a little familiar? It's a little like Qin Zheng's.”
"Now that you mention it, it really does look like it. No, this is Qin Zheng's handwriting. Before this, everyone's attention was attracted by the poem itself and didn't notice the words. Now, it seems that although there's no artistic conception, these words have definitely surpassed the grandmaster level by more than one level.”
"This is ridiculous. Calligraphy has reached the Dao-stepping level, but poetry is also so terrifying? Just based on this poem, one could see that Qin Zheng's poetry was definitely not much inferior to his calligraphy. In such a short period of time, he was able to write a beautiful poem that could leave a mark in history. From ancient times until now, how many people could compare to him?”
"What a pity. Such a talented person actually has a physique that can't cultivate. If he could cultivate, he would definitely be the most outstanding genius of this era.”
"You can't put it that way. Even if he can cultivate, Qin Zheng might not be a cultivation genius.”
"As long as one can cultivate, do you think that with the Qin Clan's ability, they can't push Qin Zheng's cultivation up? Wealth, partners, laws, land, and resources were the most important. As long as there were enough resources, it was not difficult to increase one's cultivation.”
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"Everyone's guess is correct. This poem was indeed written by Young Master Qin Zheng from the third private room.”
Su Qinghuan smiled as she listened to Qin Zheng's praise.
"Everyone, Qing Huan, Qin Zheng won the first question and the second question. Does this mean that the Courtesan Belle Ceremony is over? After all, there were only three difficult questions, and he won two of them.”
"Indeed, winning two out of three questions is already a win. To be honest, if it was someone else who won the beauty, I might not be convinced, but if it was Qin Zheng, I was convinced wholeheartedly because there was really no way to compare.”
"Dao-stepping level calligraphy is not inferior to the attainments of ancient great poets. Who can compare to this?”
After hearing that Su Qinghuan had confirmed the identity of the poem's owner, everyone in the hall began to speak.
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"Qin Zheng won? No, the azure ring is mine. Qin Zheng is just trash who can't cultivate. How can he be worthy of the azure ring?”
Su Qinghuan's bootlicker, Yun Hailong, heard the discussion in the hall and his face immediately turned sharp.
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