Chapter 56

"Taking Spring Day as the topic, what's difficult about that?"

"I'll go first!"

Zhong Liyang took the lead, walked a few feet forward, and chanted a poem in seven steps: "Butterflies dance gracefully, fragrance fills the path, wind shakes the emerald color, intoxicating the tourists!"

"Not bad."

Pei Xilou tasted it slightly and said: "Although it can't be called excellent, it also writes out the artistic conception!"

Du Jinghuai also nodded, playing with his folding fan, and laughed: "Zhong Liyang of the Zhong Clan, it's not in vain that he studied in the Imperial College for so many years."

Can't say it's good, can't say it's bad, at least it's above the horizontal line.

Didn't disgrace the reputation of the Imperial College.

"Fine rain like silk moistens the green fields, smoke curls around the flowers."

Another noble son stood out and chanted loudly.

"Good!"

"Written well!"

The crowd around cheered.

With these two leading the way, the Chang'an noble sons who were proud of their talent stood out one after another.

"Swallows return under the eaves to chirp new songs, butterflies dance among the flowers to find old traces."

"Peach branches bloom and reflect in the spring pool, pink petals drift and provoke thoughts."

"Mediocre, barely passable, gathering so many talents in Chang'an, just to produce this level of poetry..."

Wang Zhixu shook his head and sighed: "It's really a bit disappointing!"

This sentence sounds like a pity, but with that tone, the lines are full of mockery.

It's almost saying directly, you people in Chang'an are really vegetable!

"Hahahaha!"

Xie Ang laughed, and the expression was even more straightforward, "It's really unsatisfactory!"

The singing and harmony of Wang and Xie were like a sharp blade, stabbing into the hearts of the young talents in Chang'an.

Yuwen Heng and Yu Jie also froze their gazes, examining the two who publicly belittled them.

Of course they knew that these people from Southern Liang were intentional...

But now they are fighting poems, and they are a delegation, so they can't directly attack.

Wei Heqing and Pei Xilou looked at each other and stood out, cupping their hands and laughing lightly: "Since Young Master Wang thinks these poems are not good enough, how about I fight a round with you?"

Wei Heqing, Jingzhao Wei Clan, Chang'an First Talented Man, served as Censor of the Censorate.

"That's great!"

Wang Zhixu raised his eyebrows slightly, hooked the corner of his mouth into a success, and responded directly.

Finally forced out this Chang'an First Talented Man...

After a pause, he continued: "Just fighting is too boring, why don't we add some stakes?"

"I'll put out the bright moon over the sea!"

As he spoke, he reached out and took off the jade pendant from his waist and held it high.

In an instant, it attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Even the family heirloom jade pendant of the Langya Wang Clan is out; it seems that this Wang Zhixu is really incomparably confident in himself!"

Pei Xilou witnessed this scene, frowned, and said in a deep voice.

From Wang Zhixu's actions and demeanor, he read that he was bound to win.

As if he had already eaten it.

Du Jinghuai exhaled a turbid breath and muttered: "I don't know if Wei Heqing can handle it..."

Du Jinghuai also had no bottom in his heart about the poetry battle between the two.

One side is a Chang'an talent, the other is a Jiangnan talent, both are famous.

But the literary foundation of the Southern Kingdom is far better than that of the Northern Frontier...

"Then I'll put out a genuine work by the book and painting master Zhao Jian five hundred years ago!"

Wei Heqing was not to be outdone and said loudly.

As he spoke, he waved his hand at the servant behind him.

Signaling him to take the genuine work.

The tit-for-tat attitude of the two pushed the situation straight to the climax.

This is no longer a battle between the two, but a battle between two countries...

The winner will step on the loser's face and sing.

"Bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, let's write on paper and ask everyone present to judge!" Wang Zhixu laughed.

Although this is the home field of the Zhou Kingdom, Wang Zhixu is not worried about any bias.

Because there are many contemporary great scholars from Jiangnan here.

As long as there is protection and bias, the reputation of the Zhou Kingdom's literary world will stink...

"That's great!" Wei Heqing nodded in support; this arrangement can be considered fair.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were all ready.

Wei and Wang waved their brushes.

Before long, the brush stopped and the poem was finished.

"As the host, let Young Master Wei come out first!"

Wang Zhixu raised his hand and laughed.

It's not that he is humble, but that good things must be the finale to have the maximum effect and crush the Dao heart of the Zhou Kingdom's literary world.

Wei Heqing held up the rice paper and chanted unhurriedly:

"Spring waves ripple and reflect the blue sky, green willows hang silk to tie the painted boat."

"Oars break the ripples where fish play, peach blossoms fall and fill the lake first."

Pei Xilou nodded and praised: "Wei Heqing is worthy of his name as Chang'an First Talented Man!"

"The words are concise, the artistic conception is profound, making the beautiful spring scenery jump before the eyes!"

Pei Xilou's heart couldn't help but relax.

The Chang'an First Talented Man who has read a lot of books is indeed not something others can touch.

It is a popular masterpiece at his fingertips.

"It is indeed a masterpiece!"

Pei Suiwan pursed her red lips and laughed: "In a short time, I also can't write a work that is better than it..."

Precisely because she is a talented woman who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, Pei Suiwan can appreciate the charm in it.

In such a short time, she could at most write a work on par with it.

"Good poem is a good poem, but it's ultimately missing something..."

Wang Zhixu shook his head and laughed.

"Don't talk big too early!"

Wei Heqing retorted, raised his hand and said: "Young Master Wang, please show your masterpiece!"

Wang Zhixu didn't hesitate, held up the rice paper, and chanted: "Peach blossoms laugh at the east wind as before, the face is hard to find in the memory."

"Spring days have letters every year, the parting person leaves and the dream becomes empty."

Pei Xilou: "Wei Heqing lost!"

Pei Suiwan: "He lost!"

The brother and sister said almost in unison.

Passed the "death sentence" on Wei Heqing.

"Suiwan, Second Brother Pei, what are you talking about?"

Du Shuying was confused and asked: "I heard Wei Heqing's poem, and it's not much worse!"

"Why are you so sure?"

Her pretty face was full of confusion.

"It's not that it's not much worse, it's that it's too far away!"

Pei Xilou took a deep breath, full of worry, and sighed: "The wording might be similar, but in terms of artistic conception, Wang Zhixu's has one more layer of parting!"

Poetry fighting is not about gorgeous rhetoric.

But about the vivid artistic conception.

Wang Zhixu not only wrote about spring but also about parting.

"Wei Heqing lost extremely thoroughly!" Pei Suiwan pursed her lips and said.

After pondering for a while.

Wei Heqing's Adam's apple rolled, and he said with difficulty: "I lost..."

At that moment, the Chang'an First Talented Man admitted his failure, his inferiority.

Wang Zhixu felt as if he heard immortal music, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, his gaze swept over everyone in the field, and he laughed: "I wonder if anyone else here can write a spring poem to win these two stakes?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the jade pendant and the genuine work.

Although he said so, Wang Zhixu had already regarded it as his own pocket thing.

The whole field was dead silent...

These noble sons in Chang'an, it's not that they don't want to stand up and turn the tide, step on Wei Heqing and Wang Zhixu, and become famous.

But first they have to have that strength...

Otherwise, going up is just deceiving oneself and others, losing face.

"Is this the Chang'an First Talented Man?"

"Is this the talented man and woman of the Zhou Kingdom?"

"It's just a name without substance!"

"Hahahaha!"

Shen Caihui looked at no one daring to stand out, laughed until he leaned back and forth, and mocked.

"Founding the country by martial arts, the literary inheritance is just like this..."

Xie Xizhi smiled with a half-smile, yin and yang strangely said: "In such a big Zhou Kingdom, wouldn't there be no capable person?"

The mockery constantly stimulated the hearts of the young talents of the Chang'an noble families present.

Tearing.

Stinging.

But powerless.

"Wei Heqing lost, who can win?" Liu Xushi bit her red lips tightly and asked in her heart.

The Chang'an First Talented Man lost, and she was far inferior to him.

Who else can turn the tide and save the Chang'an literary world from fire and water?

The hearts of Liu Xushi and others were full of despair.

"What about Young Master Cao?"

"Wouldn't he be afraid too?"

Pei Suiwan's beautiful eyes were searching everywhere, but she didn't see the person she imagined stand out.

Couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed and dim.

Was the man she was thinking of also afraid?

"These juniors are speaking without restraint, Grand Marshal, Old Pillar State Yu, don't take it to heart!"

"Children have no taboos!"

Wang Can was in a good mood, cupped his hands to Yuwen Heng and Yu Jie, and laughed.

On that face, in those words, was indescribable pride.

"No harm, it is indeed children have no taboos!"

Yuwen Heng had no joy or anger, his expression unchanged, but his gaze seemed to be searching for something, and finally captured the figure of someone in the most corner, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc:

"Chen Yan, you've watched for so long, why don't you stand out yet?"

"Don't really let the Jiangnan talents think that my Great Zhou has no capable people!"