Chapter 60: This brat isn't trying to seize my Great Liang's territory, is he?

Zhi Xu!

Zhi Xu!

Brother Wang!

Brother Wang!

Seeing this, the people of Xiao Liang rushed forward, fearing and eager, and embraced the unprepared Wang Zhixu who had vomited blood and collapsed.

Holy shit!

He just vomited blood and fainted?

His psychological endurance is so weak?

Chen Yan silently stepped back a few paces to avoid being made a scapegoat, twitched the corner of his mouth, and muttered inwardly.

This scene was indeed beyond his expectations.

Upon reflection, it makes sense: Wang Zhixu, born into the Langya Wang Clan, has been cherished like stars holding the moon since birth, overly smooth sailing, never having faced any setback.

Under everyone's gaze, suffering repeated defeats, it seems an inner demon has arisen.

"Brother Wang, your clansman fainted from vomiting blood on his own; our family's A Yan didn't even touch him, it has nothing to do with him!"

Yuwen Heng forced down the corners of his mouth that were trying to rise, looked at the sullen Wang Can beside him, and spoke.

Between the lines, everything is filled with bias toward one's own.

Before Wang Can could speak, he severed Chen Yan's relationship clean and clear, cutting off his excuse.

So as not to, if anything went wrong, go looking for trouble with our own junior.

"Today's poetry gathering was truly not a wasted trip."

"Not only did we get to enjoy one masterpiece after another, we also got to see such a good show!"

The onlookers from Chang'an all enjoyed watching.

Such a laughingstock is something you can encounter but not seek!

The outstanding scion of the prestigious Langya Wang Clan, is that all?

Rest assured!

Wang Can clenched his teeth, swallowed his anger, maintained his composure, and said in a low voice: "Our Langya Wang Clan is not so low as to slander without cause!"

Wang Zhixu, vomiting blood and fainting before everyone's eyes, has truly lost face big time.

Even more embarrassing than losing twice in a row.

The faces of both Great Liang and the Langya Wang Clan have been completely lost, and they've become a laughingstock in the eyes of the Zhou State people.

"Then that's good." Yuwen Heng was very satisfied.

"Take Wang Zhixu down for treatment by a physician!" Wang Can said with an icy gaze, waving his hand.

The guards that Wang Can brought sprang into action at his call and carried off the unconscious Wang Zhixu.

"Wang Zhixu had already admitted defeat before he vomited blood and fainted...."

Yuwen Heng pressed his hand, signaling the crowd to quiet down, then loudly said: "Let's continue with the remaining bets!"

At this moment, the Grand Marshal increasingly anticipated what surprise that kid could still bring.

"Brother Xie, should you go first or me?"

Chen Yan pointed with the wine jar at Xie Ang, then at himself, and smiled: "Don't you also end up vomiting blood and fainting in front of everyone!"

Seemingly a kind, well-intentioned reminder, it is actually a vicious blow aimed at the heart.

Yeah!

Such tricks must not be used again!

Such a despicable escape loses the face of the Chen Commandery Xie Clan....

The aristocratic families present in Chang'an immediately followed suit.

The four words "Chen Commandery Xie Clan" were spoken with great emphasis.

Directly putting Xie Ang in a tight spot.

Who made them act lowly, provoking first?

It's just repaying them with their own methods.

These damned bastards of the Zhou State.... Xie Ang's gaze turned venomous, he silently cursed, and through gritted teeth said: "I'll go first!"

He then spread out the xuan paper, revealed his masterpiece, and chanted: "The setting sun like snow dyes the barren hill; I recall the battle of yore never ceased."

"Iron horses neighing in the wind gallop the ancient road; golden halberds reflecting the sun break the enemy's tower."

"Yellow sand swirling buries the dry bones; hot blood flows eternally to protect the Nine Provinces."

"Today the mountains and rivers add brocade; heroic souls remain immortal in history."

Having sung with full emotion, Xie Ang provocatively gazed at Chen Yan.

Good!

Magnificent and grand!

At that moment, the low-spirited people of Xiao Liang felt as if they had been injected with a strong heart stimulant, feeling their blood surge, eyebrows raised and breath exhaled.

"It possesses both the cruelty and tragic grandeur of war, and the bold, heroic spirit of our Great Liang soldiers who advance fearlessly!"

Wang Can's complexion eased considerably, he looked at Yuwen Heng and praised.

Our own Wang Zhixu is useless, but the Xie family's Xie Ang at least managed to save some face.

"Xie Ang's poem is indeed excellent!"

Even as an opposing party, Pei Suiwan cannot help but acknowledge the extraordinariness of this poem.

He paused, shifted the topic, and continued: "But I believe, Young Master Chen...."

Having said that, his deep gaze fixed on Chen Yan.

She has great confidence in him.

"Chen Yan, you lost because of this poem—you have no cause to complain!"

Xie Xizhi took advantage, pressing: "Things don't go beyond three; I don't believe you can still write a timeless masterpiece...."

Do you really think a timeless masterpiece is just a roadside cabbage?

You think just saying you can write it makes it happen?

Being able to write two poems is probably already the limit, right?

But before he could finish speaking, Chen Yan's hearty laugh cut him off:

"Hahahaha!"

"Noisy!"

"What trash thing, dare to bring it out to seek attention?"

Chen Yan curled his lips, full of contempt.

"You!"

Xie Xizhi, unable to contain his anger, sneered: "Well, I, Xie, would like to see what great work you can still produce!"

"Prick up your ears and listen well!"

Chen Yan also couldn't be bothered to keep them in suspense; he raised his head, took a hearty swig, and loudly recited: "Why should a man not wield a Wu hook and take the fifty prefectures of the passes and mountains!"

"Please, sir, temporarily ascend the Dengtian Pavilion; if a mere scholar could become a marquis of ten thousand households?"

Having finished, he slammed the wine jar in his hand heavily onto the ground beside Xie Xizhi's feet.

Shards and wine splashed everywhere.

"What's going on?"

Du Jinghuai clutched his chest, puzzled: "Why do I only feel a surge of excitement?"

For some reason, Du Jinghuai's heartbeat began to quicken, his blood boiling, his fighting spirit igniting.

"Me too!" Pei Xilou nodded, saying.

"Why should a man not wield a Wu hook.... why should a man not wield a Wu hook...."

Zhong Liyang muttered the line repeatedly, his eyes shifting from bewildered to firm, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes!"

"What good is refined, elegant talk?"

"A true man should don armor and wield weapons, fight for the country, and unify the land!"

At that moment, Zhong Liyang felt his past was terribly wrong!

To follow refined affectations, to indulge in empty metaphysical talk, is utterly useless, wasting one's youth.

It would be better to inherit the aspirations of our ancestors, lead the Great Zhou's battle-hardened troops, trample mountains and rivers, and pacify the Nine Provinces!

"A scholar good for nothing—better to kill enemies, earn merit, and exchange it for a marquis of ten thousand households, bringing glory to the family gate!"

The young masters of the He Dong Liu Clan and Jing Zhao Du Clan, etc., exchanged glances, flames flickering in their eyes, and simultaneously the same thought arose.

Lying on the family's merit register, one can indeed live a life free of worries about food and clothing.

But what meaning does that have?

One should use military achievements to make the family proud of me!

Immediately afterward, many of the Chang'an aristocratic youths present began to leave one after another.

Yu Jieren, mature and perceptive, keenly sensed the change, silently thinking: "These youngsters below, their eyes have all changed...."

"What a fine Chen family youngster!"

One poem can stir such fervor, accomplish the arduous task of winning hearts—truly great talent!

"Take the fifty prefectures of the passes and mountains?"

Wang Can narrowed his eyes, staring at Chen Yan, and thought coldly: "This kid wouldn't be thinking of taking my Da Liang territory, would he?"

"Truly an undisguised ambition!"

"Hah!"

Chen Yan raised his hand, looked meaningfully at Xie Ang, and smiled: "Brother Xie, how about it?"

Xie Ang tore the paper in his hand to shreds, gritting his teeth with difficulty: "Chen Yan, you've won!"

"It's me, Xie Ang, whose skill is inferior!"

Even if he didn't want to admit defeat, for the sake of the Chen Commandery Xie clan's face, he had no choice but to grudgingly acknowledge it.

Immediately, the Chang'an aristocrats burst forth with a shout like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.

Drunkenly fighting, King Xie won overwhelmingly; the name Chen Yan will thereafter spread throughout the aristocratic circles of Chang'an.

"Well then, I'll gladly accept these two fun things!"

"Hahaha!"

Chen Yan handed the genuine work to Wei Heqing's embrace, picked up the Canghai Yue Ming Jade Pendant, gave it a shake, and smiled.

"What's the use of being able to write poetry?"

Xie Ang was extremely unwilling, his eyes cold and dark, and he said in a deep voice: "If you truly have talent, then break the marvelous object in my hand!"