"Are you saying that this poem was written by Xiang Yun?”
Xiang Ling Tian glared at Xiang Jing Lei, and his gaze caused Xiang Jing Lei's body to stiffen unconsciously as if he was being attacked by an invisible force.
It locked onto his body, making him unable to move.
"Yes…Yes." Xiang Jinglei replied.
When Xiang Ling Tian heard this, he turned his gaze to look at the Prefectures who had dazed expressions as if they had seen a ghost, and Left Prime Minister Wang Wenjing whose eyes were about to pop out and mouth agape.
Xiang Ling Tian instantly knew that what Xiang Jing Lei said was true. The inscription of this poem was really Xiang Yun.
"This…this poem was really written by the little prince?”Even Wan Bing, a martial artist who was not very proficient in writing, widened his eyes and asked in disbelief.
"Could it be that the prince actually has such literary talent?”The few mayors looked at each other with extremely interesting expressions.
"Impossible! That's impossible!" Left Prime Minister Wang Wenjing shook his head with a determined expression. He clearly did not believe that Xiang Yun could compose such a poem.
"Such a peerless masterpiece, even if it wasn't written by some unknown senior, it must have been the work of a peerless genius in the literary world! Wang Wenjing was about to say that Xiang Yun, who was a disgrace to the cultured and uneducated, could not write such a poem.
However, he suddenly remembered that this was the King's Mansion and Xiang Lingtian was standing in front of him. Wang Wenjing immediately stopped talking and coughed dryly before continuing,
"For a young and handsome man like the little prince, although he is intelligent, it is probably too difficult for him to write such a poem. Moreover, just speaking of calligraphy attainments, it is impossible for the little prince to achieve it.”
What Wang Wenjing said was right. No one present believed that this peerless poem was written by the profligate young man who gave copper coins from thousands of miles and carried gold ingots. This was impossible!
When Xiang Fei 'er heard that the person who wrote the lyrics was actually Xiang Yun, her pair of phoenix eyes instantly became dull. When she thought of the young man who climbed onto her bed naked, she felt a huge killing intent surge into her heart. She wanted nothing more than to cut this person into pieces.
"Impossible, this person could never have written such a beautiful poem!”Xiang Fei 'er muttered to herself resolutely in her heart!
In her opinion, the person who could write such a peerless poem, even if he wasn't an elegant young master of an aristocratic family dressed in snow-white clothes, he should be a recluse with two clean sleeves and extraordinary talent. How could he be such a vulgar young master!
For a moment, everyone was faced with this peerless poem that stunned the entire audience. No one actually thought that this could be the lyrics of the little prince, Xiang Yun!
"Could it be another person called Xiang Yun?”Wang Wenjing could not help but guess.
"Hmm…?" When everyone heard this, they all felt that it was possible. After all, there were many people with the same name in the world. Perhaps this Xiang Yun was a great scholar with the same name as the little prince!
At this moment, Xiang Jinghong said,""But there's only one vice city lord of Qinfeng City.”
"Uh…"
For a moment, everyone was stunned on the spot again!
"That's right. There might be many Xiang Yun, but there's only one vice city lord of Qinfeng City.”However, they avoided the important and ignored such a crucial problem!
"Royal Father, Third Brother is the Vice City Lord of Qinfeng City that you personally conferred. " Xiang Jinghong looked at Xiang Lingtian again and reminded him.
" This…" For a moment, Xiang Ling Tian was stunned. He also remembered that three years ago, he had personally demoted Xiang Yun, who was on a stretcher, to the northwest border, Qin Feng City, and made him the Vice City Lord of Qin Feng City…
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On a high platform in the Apricot Garden, Xiang Jinglei's attendant shouted,""Nanping Prefecture's Lin Feng, Fuzhou Prefecture's Wang Shouyi. The poem that you wrote at your highness 'birthday banquet has stood out. I hereby announce that I will be receiving your highness' reward in the Spring Pavilion!”
"Whoosh…"
As soon as these words were said, the entire Apricot Altar Garden was in an uproar. There were people cheering and clapping for the two of them, and there were also people sighing in disappointment because their poems were not selected. Of course, there were also people who drank wine and ate meat and did not compose poems. They joined in the cheers and joined in the fun. The entire Apricot Altar Garden was noisy and lively.
Immediately, he saw a slightly plump man with small eyes and thick lips standing up at a table far away from the pavilion in the Apricot Garden. He was dressed in a green robe and wore a handkerchief on his head.
The man looked to be in his twenties. He was fair and clean, with two mustaches. At a glance, he was very intelligent and shrewd.
As soon as he stood up, the people around him cupped their hands and congratulated him,"Congratulations to brother Wang for standing out. This time, his highness is going to reward you with a thousand pieces of gold.”
Everyone looked at the mustached man with envy.
This person was Wang Shouyi, who had written the poem " Full Moon at Fifteen Nights " that Wang Wenjing had taken a fancy to.
This person came from the Orthodox Academy's Class C and had already obtained an official rank. He had been conferred the title of Doctor of the Four Schools by the Imperial Court. Although he was only a seventh-rank official, he had shown his talents and was in the limelight. It was very likely that he would have great achievements in the Imperial Court in the future.
At this moment, when he heard that his poem had been selected for the top three, Wang Shouyi couldn't suppress the wild joy in his heart. His fair and chubby face flushed red, and his eyes shone with excitement.
He knew that this time, he had not only received a reward of a thousand gold coins, but more importantly, he had shown off at the birthday banquet of King Bian. He would definitely be valued by some big figures with power. Once they wanted to put him in an important position, he would definitely rise to the top and have a good official career!
Wang Shouyi returned the greeting and thanked everyone. He didn't forget to tidy up his robes and the headscarf on his head, tidying up his appearance so as to avoid leaving a bad impression in front of his highness and the other important figures.
At the same time, on the east side of the Apricot Garden, at a table closest to the Spring Pavilion, a handsome young man dressed in brocade stood up with a group of dignitaries and nobles!
On his handsome face, a pair of peach blossom eyes looked down on everyone. With a proud face, he walked towards the Spring Pavilion. Facing the compliments of the people behind him, the young man only nodded at them indifferently, without the slightest hint of surprise!
He was the gifted scholar currently studying in Class-A of the Orthodox Academy, Lin Feng. As the eldest grandson of Grand Scholar Lin Xuan, his grandfather was a great scholar of the Fengyun Kingdom, with his students all over the world, and he was Lin Xuan's only grandson!
Ever since he was five years old, Lin Feng had been able to recite poetry and paint, displaying his talent. Now, even in a place like the Orthodox Academy where geniuses gathered, he was able to rank among the top. His talent could be seen from this.
Lin Feng didn't feel the slightest bit of surprise that he was able to enter the top three.
To be able to create such a masterpiece in the time it takes an incense stick to burn, even Lin Feng himself felt that his performance had exceeded his standards.
With such words, even if that perverted woman of the Orthodox Academy and that youth who had pressed down on his head and monopolized the Orthodox Academy's pride came, they might not be able to defeat him.
With such a masterpiece, how difficult would it be to enter the top three? Lin Feng even dared to be certain that he would definitely be able to obtain the crown this time around. Not only would he be able to obtain a thousand gold, he would also be able to obtain a cloud artifact bestowed by his highness. When he thought of this, a brilliant and arrogant smile finally appeared on his face.
Eye King Shouyi and Lin Feng entered the Apricot Garden. Everyone couldn't help but ask curiously,""Aren't we going to choose the top three?”
"That's right. Aren't there three people? Where's the other person?”
At this moment, a middle-aged official sneered,""You guys are really stupid. Aren't there still a few princes in Spring Arrival Pavilion, as well as His Highness the Crown Prince and His Highness the Princess? His Highness the Crown Prince is Wang Xiangguo's disciple, so he must be an outstanding person.”
Hearing this, everyone came to a realization. It made sense. Two of the top three spots came from the Apricot Garden, and the other spot must have been taken by someone from the Spring Pavilion.
What they didn't know was that at this moment, in a corner outside the Apricot Garden, Xiang Yun was eating heartily, tasting fine wine and delicacies. Beside him, Lin Wan 'er was holding her chin with both hands. Her eyes were filled with confusion, as if she had just met Xiang Yun. With a strange expression, she stared at Xiang Yun from head to toe.
"You little girl, you're not accompanying me to drink or eat. Why are you looking at me so foolishly? " Xiang Yun ate and drank for a while, then looked helplessly at Lin Wan 'er, who had been staring at him.
"Shi…Prince…Was that poem really written by you?”
Lin Wan 'er's face still had that intoxicated look on it, as well as a deep expression of shock. She had never thought that the prince, who seemed to be joking, would be able to write such a beautiful poem in an instant!
She didn't know how good Xiang Yun's poem was, but Lin Wan 'er could swear that she had never seen a better poem in her life.
What she never expected was that the person who wrote the lyrics was actually her ignorant and incompetent master. Moreover, it was done personally in front of her!
"Hehe…these are all small things. I have a lot of things in my stomach!”Xiang Yun puts down his wine cup and says with a smug smile.
Just now, in order to obtain the first place in this Night Moon Poetry Battle, Xiang Yun thought for a moment and finally decided to choose the great literary giant Su Shi's " Shuidiao Grotto ".
Even in the 5,000 years of Chinese civilization in his previous life, in the long river of literature, when it came to Song Ci, this Ci could still be considered the best. It could be said to be natural and truly a divine work!
"Prince, you didn't plagiarize someone else's work, did you?”The little handmaiden, Lin Wan 'er, couldn't help but ask suspiciously when she saw Xiang Yun's smug expression.
Xiang Yun's expression immediately turned awkward when he heard this. He immediately vowed,"This prince can swear that I am the original author of this poem. If I lie, I won't be able to marry a concubine.”
When Xiang Yun said this, he was full of confidence. He was not lying. Now that he had transmigrated to this world, he naturally took on the responsibility of spreading Chinese culture and promoting traditional literature. It would not hurt to shamelessly borrow it.
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