Chapter 57

As soon as Yuwen Heng said this, it instantly triggered countless discussions and doubts.

"Chen Yan?"

"Who is this?"

"Why have I never heard of it?"

The first to bear the brunt was Wang Zhixu, who had won by a crushing margin, his expression unchanged, but he was muttering in his heart.

He only knew that the Zhou Kingdom had Wei Heqing, Pei Xilou, Du Jinghuai... these noble sons of famous families, where did this Chen Yan pop out from?

"Never heard that there is such a person in the Zhou Kingdom's literary world!"

Shen Caihui rubbed his chin and guessed secretly: "I'm afraid it's an unknown person?"

Before coming, they had done targeted understanding of the famous talents in Chang'an of the Zhou Kingdom.

Only this Chen something Yan, even hadn't heard of it...

"This old boy Yuwen Heng wouldn't be sick and go to the doctor, right?"

Wang Can, who was standing side by side, looked at Yuwen Heng by his side, full of doubts, and thought to himself.

Except for this guess, Wang Can could no longer find a more reasonable explanation...

"The Grand Marshal of the Zhou Kingdom wouldn't be counting on an unknown little person with no reputation to turn the tide, right?"

"Hahahaha!"

Xie Ang raised the corners of his mouth, nudged Xie Xizhi with his elbow, laughed heartily, and mocked.

Turning the tide in a desperate situation is indeed a popular repertoire.

But trying to use an unknown little person to take down Wang Zhixu, who has both strength and reputation, is a bit too whimsical, right?

Xie Xizhi nodded, raised the corners of his mouth into an arc, and sneered: "The Chang'an First Talented Man is not an opponent, and he was defeated, does he deserve it?"

"Standing there is the high disciple of the Great Scholar of Guanshan, Wang Zhixu!"

Even if it were him, Xie Xizhi, given three days of preparation in advance, it would be hard to say he had a hundred percent certainty of winning over Wang Zhixu.

The same incomprehension and doubt also appeared on the Chang'an side.

"Chen Yan?"

"Who is Chen Yan?"

"Never heard of it!"

Liu Xushi, Zhong Liyang, and others looked at each other, confused.

As talented men and women in Chang'an, they had never heard of this person's name in the literary world.

"The name Chen Yan is so familiar!"

"Always feel like I've heard it somewhere..."

Du Jinghuai was startled, constantly repeating in his mouth.

This name brought him great familiarity.

But for a moment, he couldn't remember the source...

Pei Xilou looked at Yuwen Heng, who seemed to be making a desperate move, a thought flashed in his brain, and he said in disbelief: "Wouldn't it be that new Mirror Keeper of the Mingjing Si?!"

There is no such person as Chen Yan in the Chang'an literary world, but there is one in the Mingjing Si...

Recently, he has become famous in the capital and is deeply valued by the Grand Chancellor.

"I'm afraid it's this person!" Du Jinghuai nodded and said in a deep voice.

No wonder he always felt this name was familiar...

"Third Brother, Second Brother Pei, what kind of riddle are you playing?"

"Who is this Chen Yan?"

Du Shuying was confused by the conversation between the two, pulled her brother's sleeve, and couldn't help but ask.

Looking at the appearance of the two, they all seemed to know Chen Yan.

"He is the Duke of Wei's heir who was beaten into the Heavenly Prison death row because of the Deposed Emperor's rebellion case, and then transformed into the favor of the Grand Chancellor and entered the Mingjing Si!"

"And handled the Deposed Emperor's rebellion case single-handedly!"

Du Jinghuai phrased his words slightly and pointed out Chen Yan's identity.

In terms of the legendary degree of experience, Chen Yan is definitely ranked in the history books.

Moreover, as a member of the Jingzhao Du Clan and an official of the imperial court, Du Jinghuai also knew many inside stories...

For example, Chen Kaiyuan and Chen Zhiyun, the brother and sister, also died at his hands...

Hearing this, Du Shuying widened her beautiful eyes in disbelief and confirmed: "The Zhuque Mirror Keeper who has been famous recently and has a fierce reputation?"

As a noble lady, Du Shuying had naturally heard of the name of the Zhuque Mirror Keeper.

It was just hard to connect it in this kind of occasion.

"Hmm!" Du Jinghuai nodded heavily, his gaze like a torch looking forward.

So the Grand Marshal was really looking for me... Chen Yan muttered in his heart, walked out of the crowd, stopped in front of Yuwen Heng under the gaze of countless noble sons, and bowed:

"Subordinate Chen Yan, greets the Grand Marshal!"

Du Shuying stood on tiptoe, looked at Chen Yan with great interest, and said: "He is Chen Yan?"

"He is really handsome, but is he a martial artist, can he really write poems?"

Between the lines, it was full of doubt.

In this era, being handsome can indeed be eaten as a meal.

After all, the Founding Emperor of the neighboring Gao Qi relied on a handsome face to eat soft rice into the sun that never sets in the east.

Du Shuying didn't doubt Chen Yan's ability and the Grand Chancellor's vision, but a martial artist is worlds apart from a poet!

"Since the Grand Marshal can personally point the general, there must be his reason..."

Pei Xilou, who had been silent for a long time, raised the corners of his mouth into an arc and said lightly.

Pei Xilou didn't know much about Chen Yan, but the Grand Marshal's expression didn't show any impatience or panic, as steady as Mount Tai, sitting on the fishing platform.

He believed in the judgment of this left and right arm of the Grand Chancellor...

"Forget the empty etiquette!"

Yuwen Heng waved his hand, gave a look without changing his expression, and said: "Go!"

Chen Yan understood the deep meaning in that gaze, nodded, turned and walked to Wei Heqing's side, cupped his hands and said: "My handwriting is not good, can I trouble Brother Wei to hold the brush?"

Actually, the Grand Marshal's hint is very simple:

Kid, kill that little bastard from Southern Liang, don't let him go!

"Good." Wei Heqing was startled first, then responded.

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, cleared his throat, scanned the Southern Liang crowd who were looking at him with contempt, and chanted: "The fine rain on the heavenly street moistens like butter, the grass color is far away but not near."

"The best time of the year is spring, far better than the smoke willows filling the imperial capital."

Actually, Chen Yan wouldn't write poems, but he could copy them!

"The fine rain on the heavenly street moistens like butter, the grass color is far away but not near."

Wei Heqing just picked up the brush, muttered repeatedly in his mouth, then his face changed drastically, sweeping away the previous gloom, and laughed: "Good, good!"

"Hahahaha!"

As the saying goes, smiles will not disappear, they will only transfer.

Xie Ang, who had been disdainful of Chen Yan, this "unknown little person," had his smile freeze, stunned, "The opening is like a painting by a master, outlining a hazy and charming early spring picture."

Shen Caihui was also dumbfounded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, calmed his mood, and said in a deep voice: "The fine rain moistens like butter, depicting the density, softness, and moisture of the spring rain vividly, a 'butter' word, the texture is all out, making people feel as if they can touch the moist and delicate rain silk."

Xie Xizhi clenched his fists, took over the conversation, gritted his teeth and said: "And the grass color is far away but not near, it can be called a divine stroke, accurately capturing the subtle state of the grass buds in early spring."

"Looking from afar, there is a hazy tender green, that is the signal of spring."

"But looking closely, it is difficult to find the trace of grass color, showing the fresh, tender, and hazy beauty of early spring vividly..."

How did he do it?!

That Chen Yan doesn't look like he's even twenty years old, right?!

The Southern Liang crowd was shocked, dumbfounded, and the same thought arose in their hearts.

A moment ago they were questioning this son, now they all became clowns.

The face was slapped loudly.

"Worthy of being the person personally pointed by the Grand Marshal, the red man by the Grand Chancellor's side, a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages as soon as he makes a move!" Pei Xilou sighed in his heart.

"What a Chen Yan!"

"Chen Hu, that vulgar martial artist, actually gave birth to a literary star..."

Yu Jie didn't hesitate to praise his old friend's grandson, stood with his hands behind his back, like a spring breeze, and laughed.

As an old Pillar State who fought all his life and licked blood on the tip of the knife, Yu Jie indeed didn't understand poetry.

But he could understand the faces of the Southern Liang crowd...

It was shock, shock, disbelief, cloudy and sunny, and mourning like a dead father and mother.

Only one possibility would lead to this situation...

"Without stacking gorgeous rhetoric, using only ordinary words, it creates a fresh and elegant artistic conception, showing the style of a master."

Wang Zhixu stared straight at Chen Yan, his face gloomy, and thought to himself.

Chen Yan met his gaze, snapped his fingers, and laughed: "Langya Wang Clan, Young Master Wang, which is superior and which is inferior?"

Facing this question that was almost mocking, Wang Zhixu pondered for a while and struggled to pop out three words: "You won!"

At that moment, no matter how unwilling he was, Wang Zhixu had to admit his failure.

Winning by simplicity, the high and low are judged.

Being hard-mouthed, only he himself will lose face.

"Concession!" Chen Yan cupped his hands, full of playfulness.

"Little friend, can you tell me the name of this poem?" Wang Can stood out and asked.

Chen Yan smiled indifferently, bowed and cupped his hands to Yuwen Heng, and said loudly: "Early Spring Presented to Grand Marshal Heng!"