Chapter 781: First Volume_Chapter 781: A Belly Full of Learning Shocks the Entire Hall

First Volume_Chapter 781: A Belly Full of Learning Shocks the Entire Hall

Qin Feng waved his hand casually, his momentum like a rainbow: "Autumn scenery ages the lotus courtyard."

"Threading autumn orchids to make a pendant."

"At dusk, dine on the fallen petals of autumn chrysanthemums."

"Pavilions and terraces reflect the swing."

"Autumn waters are long like autumn itself."

"At Huai, I see the river's heart reflecting the autumn moon."

"Drizzling evening rain washes the clear autumn!"

Liu the Juren only felt his legs go weak, his whole body collapsing onto the ground as he stared blankly at Qin Feng. At this moment, he finally realized how foolish his decision had been to play the word game with Qin Feng.

What was this if not playing with a broadsword in front of Lord Guan? It was clearly a grain of rice's pearl competing in brilliance with the bright moon!

Not only foolish, but ignorant too!

The literati present were also as if in a dream, their eyes filled with shock, admiration, and amazement. Based solely on Qin Feng's profound learning, any contest related to poetry would be a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Even those love-struck girls were left speechless. They looked at Liu the Juren collapsed on the ground in utter disarray, then at Qin Feng standing calmly with his hands clasped behind his back.

In a flash, they seemed to understand just how ridiculous their previous remarks had been.

Not only ridiculous, but blind as well. Apart from his fair complexion, where else could this Liu fellow compare to Qin Feng?

Moreover... Qin Feng had spent long periods commanding battles, his skin roughened by the sandstorms of Sai Bei, yet his appearance still carried the youthful handsomeness he ought to have. With just a period of rest and care at home, he could recover the looks of a young talent.

The women's faces all flushed red, not because they had supported Liu the Juren who could never have won, but because... they had mistaken a lump of mud for treasure, failing to recognize the jade before them.

Qin Feng casually asked: "Where is the Second Pass?"

The literati in DaTang instinctively and respectfully made a gesture of invitation.

When they realized what they had done, everyone flushed red with embarrassment again. After all, Qin Feng was an enemy of Da Di—how could they bow and scrape to him like this?

For a moment, their hearts were in complete turmoil. They admired Qin Feng's Literary Talent to the extreme, yet faced with national enmity and personal hatred, they could only steel themselves and continue standing on the opposite side of Qin Feng.

Passing by Liu the Juren, Qin Feng reached out and patted his head, chuckling lightly: "Knowing shame brings courage—there is still hope for you. Poetry can be accumulated through study, but being a person allows no pretense. Don't cheat again in the future; it will only harm you."

Liu the Juren's face flushed red and then turned deathly pale. Especially feeling the contemptuous gazes from all around, he wished he could find a block of tofu to smash his head against.

At the same time, the news reached the Wine House across the way.

Jing Ci's mouth fell slightly open, her eyes full of surprise: "Liu the Juren actually lost so thoroughly?"

Although Qi Ya wished she could hack Qin Feng into eight pieces, facts speak louder than arguments. She still quietly offered: "His Highness, it's not that Liu the Juren lost too thoroughly, but rather... he and Qin Feng simply aren't on the same level."

"The Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter word game—Qin Feng spoke eloquently and effortlessly, composing verses as he went. Even adding it all up, he didn't use more than One Cup of Tea Time."

"Such a prodigy is absolutely world-shaking."

Seeing Qi Ya actually boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing her own side's prestige, Jing Ci had intended to scold her harshly, but the words reached her lips and she swallowed them back.

Jing Ci sighed lightly: "It cannot be denied that Qin Feng is truly talented, but... he is, after all, an enemy of our Da Di."

Jing Ci shook her head helplessly, her heart full of unwillingness—why was such a prodigy偏偏 born in Liang Kingdom?

If Da Di had Qin Feng's assistance, it would probably have long since swept across Heaven...

"His Highness, please don't panic—there are still four passes remaining..."

Before Qi Ya could finish, Jing Ci glared at her and said irritably: "When did this palace panic?!"

Qi Ya quickly lowered her head, sighing inwardly. As the saying goes, in literature there is no first place, in martial arts there is no second. Gathering all the literati of Yucheng together, could they truly not defeat Qin Feng? This guy is simply too monstrous.

Just then, another wave of cheers came from Huijuan Lou.

Jing Ci immediately craned her neck to look, asking hurriedly: "What's happened? What new trick has appeared?"

Qi Ya quickly explained: "His Highness, it must be that Qin Feng has encountered Sun Yu of the Second Pass."

"As the saying goes, literati are skilled at debate. Sun Yu is the most accomplished debater in our Yucheng. When the City Lord has policies that cannot be implemented due to obstruction from the gentry, he sends Sun Yu to argue the case, and he often turns the situation around."

Hearing this, Jing Ci couldn't help but feel a trace of contempt rising in her heart. She despised smooth-talking people the most, especially men.

In Da Di Wang Du, things were not an Iron Plate either. His Majesty's ImperialCommand was often blocked by court ministers, and these blasted ministers relied precisely on their glib tongues.

Hmph, nicely put it's called being skilled at debate; bluntly put, it's called harming the nation!

However... if Sun Yu could truly argue Qin Feng into the ground, that wouldn't be entirely unwelcome...

Sun Yu had witnessed Qin Feng's poetic talent with his own eyes and was full of admiration, but in order to make Qin Feng lose face, he could only choose to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

Since he couldn't outdo him in poetry, he would attack through debate!

Sun Yu gave Qin Feng no time for Preparation at all, immediately shouting: "Marquis Qin is a thief and villain!"

Facing Sun Yu's sudden accusation, Qin Feng was a bit dumbfounded. Ning Hu beside him frowned tightly and opened his mouth to curse.

"Go to hell—believe it or not, I'll slap you across the face?"

"Damn it, a mere pedantic scholar from a barbaric land dares to speak wildly to Marquis Qin? I think you've grown tired of living!"

Being roared at like this by Ning Hu, Sun Yu immediately felt a bit shaken, but refused to back down verbally: "If Qin Feng is not a thief and villain, what is your argument?"

The moment these words came out, Qin Feng immediately understood what was going on. So this fellow was using "Is Qin Feng a thief and villain?" as the topic to debate with Qin Feng.

Sun Yu was the affirmative side, firmly believing Qin Feng was a thief and villain, so Qin Feng was naturally the negative side, having to find ways to prove he was not a thief and villain.

Heh, these literati really do have nothing better to do than hurt their balls.

Qin Feng had absolutely no interest in debate from the bottom of his heart. He felt that no matter how sharp-tongued or eloquent one was, it held not the slightest value for a nation's development.

If everyone in Heaven were skilled at debate, the nation's destruction would not be far off.

Qin Feng pulled Ning Hu back, looked at Sun Yu with a serious expression: "Mm, I am a thief and villain. Satisfied?"

Sun Yu had never expected Qin Feng to play outside the rules, and was momentarily at a loss for words. He could only chuckle awkwardly: "Then shall I address you as Qin the Thief from now on?"

Qin Feng shrugged, unconcerned: "Too little杀伤力. How about this—address this Marquis as Qin the Mad Dog."

The moment these words came out, the scene burst into laughter. Sun Yu also wore a comical expression: "Heh, Qin the Mad Dog? What a fine title!"

Ning Hu grew anxious: "Brother Qin, how can you let them insult you at will?"

Qin Feng spread his hands, utterly unconcerned: "I'm a man of Liang Kingdom, and they're Northern Di people. The harder the Northern Di curse me, the more it proves they fear me, dread me — the more it proves they have no way to deal with me, no way to deal with Shedynasty."