Inside the Great Hall.
With a pen coming.
It made the crowd in the hall, completely silent.
All eyes, fell on Xu Qingnian.
The purple colour of Hao Rang Qi even stunned many Confucian students.
And Xu Qingnian held the Spring and Autumn Brush in his hand.
And at that moment, Chen Zhengru’s voice rang out.
“Quickly prepare paper for Shouren.”
Chen Zhengru opened his mouth and asked someone to prepare paper for Xu Qingnian.
Only, Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
“No need.”
“There is no need for paper for a thousand ancient poems.”
The faint voice rang out, but it drew a shock from the crowd in the Great Hall, and everyone drew a cold breath, literally confused.
Especially the great talents of the ten kingdoms, their eyes were even more confused.
Why was this Xu Qingnian so arrogant?
He hadn’t even composed the poem yet, and he dared to say it was a thousand years old?
I’d like to see if you can write a thousand ancient poems today.
The ten great talents of the ten countries were all holding their anger in their hearts, especially Li En of Tang, who was supposed to be in the limelight at the banquet today, but he never thought that Xu Qingnian would steal all the limelight as soon as he arrived.
He also said that his own poems had been published in Zhen Guo, but Xu Qingnian had not even written a poem yet and said he would write a thousand ancient poems.
Fine! Today, I want to see if you can write a thousand ancient poems.
The great talents of the ten countries looked at Xu Qingnian.
The people of Wei looked at Xu Qingnian.
The literati of Great Wei looked at Xu Qingnian.
Above the banquet, Chen Zhengru, Zhang Jing, Gu Yan, Zhou Yan, including the great scholars in the Great Wei Palace of Literature, and the deans of the four great academies.
All of them were looking at Xu Qingnian!
All of them, waiting for a miracle!
And at that very moment.
Xu Qingnian dropped his pen, accompanied by his voice ringing out.
“Jun can’t see!”
“The waters of the Yellow River come from the sky, flowing to the sea without return.”
This was the first voice, the Great Wei had and has the Yellow River, and because of its simple name, Xu Qingnian did not modify it and used the original text directly.
His voice rang out while he quickly put pen to paper.
As the first word appeared, it was a golden light, and when the verse was written, the entire hall was bathed in golden light.
“Can’t you see, the high hall and the mirror grieve for white hair, the morning is like green silk and the evening is like snow.”
Xu Qingnian’s first voice was full of generosity.
The second voice, however, was inexplicably low.
At this moment, everyone sank their hearts and minds as they drowned in the poetry.
It was at this moment that all the wine in the pool turned into a long river, surging towards Xu Qingnian, like a rushing yellow river, rolling and moving.
“Life must be lived to the fullest, don’t let the golden bottle be empty against the moon.”
“I was born to be useful, a thousand pieces of gold will come back.”
Xu Qingnian spoke again, and this time, his voice, even louder than before.
However, at this very moment, an unparalleled and vast qi coalesced from outside the palace, more like a rushing yellow river, and surged into the entire palace.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Within the entire palace, the six ministers stood up in a flash, and all the great scholars also rose to their feet, including the deans of the four great academies.
The scholars of Great Wei, in this instant, had eyes filled with incomparable and awe.
Life must be lived to the fullest, don’t let the golden bottle be empty against the moon!
I was born with talent, and a thousand pieces of gold will come back to me again.
Bravo! Bravo! Yes!
Bravo!
Chen Zhengru was the quickest to respond, these two lines simply gave the poem its soul.
Xu Qingnian!
A great talent!
A great talent for all time!
At this moment, Chen Zhengru, who was the Prime Minister of the Great Wei, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials and a great scholar of the Palace of Literature, could no longer remain calm.
He was trembling because Xu Qingnian’s poem was so good.
It was deafening!
Not only him, but also the scholars of Great Wei could not help but tremble at this moment.
I was born to be useful, a thousand pieces of gold will come back again.
What a confidence, what arrogance.
Xu Qingnian, Xu Qingnian, what kind of demon are you?
Within the Liyang Palace, everyone turned their gaze towards Xu Qingnian.
His light was so dazzling that no one could cover it up.
Hua Xinyun looked at Xu Qingnian and was silent.
Shui Yunyan looked at Xu Qingnian with curiosity in her eyes.
Mu Nanping looked at Xu Qingnian, his nails whitening with excitement.
Mu Nan Lime looked at Xu Qingnian, and inexplicably had some other thoughts in her heart as well.
Outside the Liuyang Palace.
Every word Xu Qingnian wrote was reflected in the dome of the sky, every word was bigger than the Zhen Guo poem, every word was as radiant as the sun.
On this day, in the capital of Great Wei, there was no difference between day and night, for Xu Qingnian’s light was so bright that even the darkness could not cover the light belonging to him.
“Xu Wangu, the world’s greatest talent!”
“This is a famous poem for a thousand years! Xu Wangu, he really has produced a poem of ancient fame.”
“I told you, I told you, I told you, Lord Xu never lets us down.”
“Xu Wangu, what a talent!”
The people spoke up, they were excited, and their bodies trembled lightly, all the stifled feelings, at this moment, all dissipated.
There was nothing but joy in their hearts, joy, unparalleled joy.
The people were so relieved, and they were full of admiration for Xu Qingnian.
And at this moment.
Inside Liyang Palace, Xu Qingnian stopped writing for a moment.
And in an instant, he raised his hand and the golden royal wine cup fell into his hand, winding around and into his cup of wine.
At that moment, all the imperial wine cups, one after another, flew up and were held by the Hao Rang Qi, appearing in everyone’s hands.
Like a yellow river rushing through a pool of wine, it swam around the great hall like a dragon, and all of them had their cups filled with wine.
Xu Qingnian held the cup in his left hand, and then raised it. For some reason, perhaps it was the infection of this poem, the irritation in Xu Qingnian’s heart was instantly gone.
He took a sip and drank it down.
The beauty of the wine in his throat was intoxicating.
Come on!
Let’s drink together!
Xu Qingnian raised his cup again, and the wine was once again poured into his cup, followed by Xu Qingnian’s voice once more.
It rang out in the capital of Great Wei.
“Cook a sheep, slaughter a cow and have fun, you will have to drink 300 cups.”
The voice rang out and everyone was inexplicably infected by this emotion as Xu Qingnian toasted to them once more.
At this moment, everyone in the Liyang Palace, except for the ten great talents of the ten kingdoms and Sun Jing’an, laughed as the crowd raised their cups of wine towards Xu Qingnian, before drinking it down in one gulp.
Laughter reappeared, and the deadly atmosphere, with the wind, dispersed.
What Xu Qingnian brought was joy.
Chen Zhengru seldom drank wine, but now he also took a sip, this sip of wine, extraordinarily delicious, this cup of wine, again, that extraordinarily soothing.
It was only after Chen Zhengru had drunk the wine.
Xu Qingnian spoke again.
“Fu Zi Chen, Shang Shu Zhang, will enter the wine, the cup will not stop.”
The voice rang out and Xu Qingnian opened his mouth and said towards the two, at the same time, Xu Qingnian drank another glass of wine with a smile on his face.
On the stage.
Chen Zhengru and Zhang Jing were frozen in place.
They did not expect that Xu Qingnian would include them in this famous poem of a thousand years.
This!
This!
This!
The two froze, they were delighted that Xu Qingnian had made a thousand ancient poems, they were delighted that Xu Qingnian had suppressed the anger of the great talents of the Ten Kingdoms.
But they really did not expect that Xu Qingnian would mention them.
And surprisingly, he had included both of their names in this Thousand Ancient Poems ah.
What was this?
It was a great honour.
Indirectly, their names will be passed down to the ages.
What do they want to do as officials and Confucians? They want to be famous for a thousand years.
But Xu Qingnian, with a single word, has made the names of the two of them spread for thousands of years.
In time, a thousand years from now, when the world talks about the wine, they will know this allusion and who they were.
This! This! This!
The two men’s faces turned red, they were excited, they were Shang Shu, but at this moment, they still couldn’t hold back.
Drink! Today, we will not return until we are drunk! Today, no one will return without getting drunk!
Chen Zhengru’s cup was full, and he drank it down in one gulp, while Zhang Jing at the side also poured in a mouthful, he was even more excited than Chen Zhengru, and there were even tears in the corners of his eyes.
As a Minister of Justice himself, he was no match for Chen Zhengru, who was a great scholar! He was a prime minister! He was a prime minister!
He, on the other hand, was just a wave in a long river of time.
But today.
But today.
But today, Xu Qingnian has given a new life to himself, a simple name that can make him famous for thousands of years. How could Zhang Jing not be moved?
Shouren, he is really a good man.
Zhang Jing almost cried out because what Xu Qingnian did meant so much to him, and it was so extraordinary.
But Gu Yan, Wang Xinzhi and Zhou Yan were jealous, especially Gu Yan, who was having a hard time.
It was hard to bear.
As for Li Yanlong, he was not uncomfortable, as long as the water chariot project was done well, he himself would be famous for a thousand years.
The great scholars of the Great Wei Palace of Literature, on the other hand, were even more sour than Gu Yan and the others. They were great scholars and cared more about their reputation, but they had never thought that Xu Qingnian could be like this.
For a moment, they somehow regretted in their hearts why they had to go against Xu Qingnian, when in fact we could have made peace.
Looking at Chen Zhengru and Zhang Jing, they drank one cup of wine after another.
Xu Qingnian also drank glass after glass.
The beautiful wine in her throat burned her heart with fire.
At this moment, Xu Qingnian was a little drunk, all his worries disappeared at this moment, replaced by a kind of pleasure, a kind of relaxation.
As he drank, Xu Qingnian even threw the wine cup away and waved his hand, the water of the wine pool accompanied by the Hao Rang Qi, floating towards the outside of the palace.
Come on!
Sing and dance together!
Come on!
Let’s drink together!
Forget all your worries, listen to my poetry today.
The wine, accompanied by the holy spirit, turned into rain in a flash and sprinkled all over the capital of Great Wei, and all the people understood Xu Qingnian’s meaning at this moment.
This was to get drunk with them.
The streets were no longer dead and silent.
Instead, there was the sound of laughter and the sound of drinking.
“Lord Xu, let us celebrate, let us not return without getting drunk.”
“Come on, let’s drink together.”
“Come, laugh together.”
Among the crowd, there was a scholar who understood Xu Qingnian’s meaning, and he raised his cup and shouted towards Liyang Palace.
At this moment, the people laughed loudly and prosperity and liveliness returned to Kyoto once again, so the people witnessed all this, people drank wine, the wine was too beautiful.
The wine was not intoxicating to everyone.
“Sing a song with you, please listen to it with your ears for me.”
Xu Qingnian spoke again, and the spring and autumn brush made a pole poem.
“Bells, drums and jade are not valuable enough, but I wish to be drunk for a long time without waking up again.”
“In ancient times, all sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.”
“In the old days, when King Chen used to feast at Pingle, he would drink 10,000 bottles of wine to make merry.”
“Why did the master say that he had less money? He had to sell it to you.”
Xu Qingnian was a little drunk.
His face was flushed, and in the blink of an eye, he did not know how much wine he had drunk.
In the six hundred years of the Great Wei, there was naturally a man called King Chen, and it was also natural to set up just a banquet that could refer to the past and present, so Xu Qingnian did not change a single word.
After one sentence, there was again a lot of wine in the throat.
Xu Qingnian was so drunk that he was a little dizzy.
Ever since he entered Kyoto, there was not a day when he was not in a state of tension and seriousness, and rarely had he ever been so relieved.
There was wine to be drunk today, never mind the future and the flood.
But at this very moment, the wine in the pool was gone.
It had been spilled outside by Xu Qingnian.
There was no more wine in the Great Hall.
Everyone’s cups of wine were empty.
At this moment.
Xu Qingnian was silent.
The pen in his hand was slowly put down.
The poem, which was famous for thousands of years, was not completely frozen in momentum at this moment.
Everyone looked towards Xu Qingnian, not knowing what had happened.
“Hurry!”
“Quickly go and prepare wine for Shouren.”
Someone sensed the problem, without the wine, Xu Qingnian could not compose the poem.
The guards rushed out to bring in the wine.
No one would have thought that Xu Qingnian would be able to use up all the wine in the wine pond.
But this poem was stuck here, which made everyone anxious.
Everyone knew that this poem, was still short of the last line, was still short of the last line.
If this line was not uttered.
Then the poem would be regretted for the ages, especially since Xu Qingnian was now in a drunken state, and when he woke up, he would not be able to write it properly.
There was a time when a poet was so drunk that he wrote a poem about the kingdom of China, but he fell asleep before the last line.
As a result, he woke up, was unable to continue, and eventually died of depression.
This was indeed a difficult knot for the literati to untie.
That was why someone spoke up and asked the guards to prepare wine, while praying that Xu Qingnian might not collapse.
No one would have thought that such a thing would happen at this juncture.
The people who wanted Xu Qingnian to collapse the most were the ten great talents of the ten kingdoms, who were watching Xu Qingnian and hated that Xu Qingnian …… Now fall down.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are looking for.
The six ministers were anxious.
The great scholars were anxious, except for Sun Jing’an.
The deans of the four great academies were anxious.
The people of Wei were anxious.
The literati of Wei were also anxious.
Because under the banquet, Xu Qingnian’s body was, indeed, a little wobbly.
But Xu Qingnian was still smiling as he closed his eyes, as if he was indulging in a fairy land.
He walked towards the outside of the palace with his arms spread out as if he were walking a one-way street, occasionally letting out a laugh.
But soon, he wanted a drink.
Raising his glass, he took a sip.
Nothing.
The beautiful wine was gone?
At this moment, Xu Qingnian’s eyes were lost, he was already standing outside the palace, and everyone was following him out.
On the dome of the sky, the golden General’s Wine reflected on the capital of the Great Wei, but the light gradually dimmed again, as the last sentence did not appear, and this talent was about to be untenable.
Xu Qingnian did not care about this.
Instead, he slowly raised his cup.
Looking towards the capital of Great Wei.
“Five flowered horses.”
“Thousand gold fur.”
“Hoo-er will come out for wine.”
“With you, we will write off the sorrows of the ages.”
At this moment, Xu Qingnian raised his cup and uttered the last line.
As this voice rang out.
One by one, large golden characters appeared on the vault of the sky, and the entire piece of General Wine blossomed into an unparalleled light at this moment.
At this moment, the Zhen Guo poem was dulled and even disappeared straight away, for in front of the famous poem of a thousand years, the Zhen Guo poem was simply not qualified.
Rushing like a yellow river from the east.
Rumble!
Rumble!
At this moment, thunder rumbled loudly, but no clouds were ever seen, and the vault of the sky was filled with only a vast qi that rolled like a river.
Clap!
Clap!
At that moment, the sound of rain was so loud that at that moment Xu Qingnian dropped his wine cup and stood longitudinally under the rain.
This was not rainwater.
This was wine.
Inside the Liyang Palace, everyone looked at Xu Qingnian and they were completely frozen.
Not only them, but who in the whole of Great Wei Kyoto was not shocked?
The five flowered horses, the thousand gold furs, the call for the children to exchange for wine, and the sorrow of the ages to be vanquished with you.
This line has an indescribable spontaneity, and an indescribable grandeur.
And the last line is the finishing touch.
The last line is the final touch.
This!
What a boldness!
We will all be together to dispel the sorrows of the ages.
If the previous lines of the poem only seemed to be confidently flying, the last line was utterly silent.
Everyone understood one thing at this moment.
Xu Qingnian!
The great talent of all the ages.
Inside the Imperial Palace of the Great Wei.
The Empress stood quietly under the eaves.
After hearing this sound again, her gaze also revealed admiration.
In the Peach Blossom Nunnery.
All the girls are standing by the parapet, their beautiful eyes are all directed towards Li Yang Palace, their eyes are full of adoration and excitement.
The girl in white, also leaning against the parapet, was slightly soft, looking at the Liyang Palace with a faint smile in her eyes, but also with some complicated feelings.
As for the people within the capital of Great Wei, they were proceeded by the wine, they were excited and everyone was smiling.
The sorrow of the ages may not be removed.
But today’s sorrow.
It could indeed be dispelled.
“Come on!”
“Cup of wine, ah.”
Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out again, only when he said this, his body, too, gradually lay on the ground.
He was drunk.
He was drunk as hell.
Not to mention three hundred cups, even five hundred cups were possible.
This was imperial wine, which was fine at first, but not if you drank too much. Xu Qingnian was already considered to be an extremely good drinker when he drank so much.
To be able to hold out until now could be called an ocean of wine.
Looking at Xu Qingnian, who was already lying on the ground.
All of them, with the exception of the talented sons of the Ten Kingdoms, smiled, and some of them no longer restrained themselves and stepped out of the palace, drinking wine and enjoying themselves.
In the palace, there was more singing and dancing, the music was still there, and the crowd was more or less drunk.
The wine was drunk.
Xu Qingnian made people even drunker.
No one will forget this scene, nor will anyone dare to forget it.
The famous poem of a thousand years is still reflected in the dome of the sky.
At this very moment, an even stronger gas appeared, it was public opinion!
A huge amount of public opinion, and it didn’t enter Xu Qingnian’s body.
The people were completely relieved, and they enjoyed themselves to the fullest. The previous repression was completely gone, and the glory of Great Wei was once again restored.
Xu Qingnian’s song “General Wine” did not just dampen their spirits.
More importantly, it restored the pride of the people of Great Wei, the confidence of the people of Great Wei.
A saint’s orthodoxy is a saint’s orthodoxy.
The Great Wei Dynasty, or your father.
Therefore, public opinion coalesced and surged into Xu Qingnian, and as this matter continued to fester, the public opinion that coalesced, in turn, would grow.
After half an hour.
The rain of wine had stopped.
He helped Xu Qingnian to the banquet and asked the guards to prepare a hot towel to wipe the wine from Xu Qingnian’s face.
The Prime Minister of Wei personally wiped Xu Qingnian’s drink, what an honour it was.
As people watched this, many officials also understood thoroughly that Xu Qingnian had not only won the hearts of the people today, but had also gained the support of Chen Zhengru.
Chen Zhengru and Zhang Jing owe Xu Qingnian a great debt of gratitude just by the term “General Wine”.
But it was the ten great talents of the ten kingdoms who looked the worst during the feast.
They had managed to write a poem about the country, but they did not expect that Xu Qingnian would actually write a poem that would be famous for thousands of years.
This is also …… This is too much of a slap in the face.
This slap was almost a fierce slap on their faces.
It hurt so much that they didn’t know what to say.
Especially Li En, the number one talent in Tang, who had almost imagined how famous he would be after today.
But with this poem made by Xu Qingnian.
His poetry was simply worthless.
The Zhen Guo poem?
Zhen Guo’s poem is certainly good, but in front of the famous poems of the past, it is no better than a backdrop.
After today, who will remember his poem?
Who will remember him, Li En?
Oh, no, the world will remember his name, the name that was stepped on by Xu Qingnian.
Thinking of this, Li En’s body trembled, and then his eyes went black and he directly fainted, he couldn’t accept this fact and completely fainted.
“Brother Li!”
“Brother Li, what’s wrong with you?”
“Someone come quickly, Brother Li has fainted.”
The ten great talents of the ten kingdoms panicked as they held Li En, but they didn’t know what to do.
“Go!”
“Let’s go, send Brother Li to medical treatment.”
“Go, go, go!”
In the next moment, the ten great talents of the ten kingdoms didn’t think much more and directly led Li En away.
They were unwilling to stay here.
Because every second of the next was a torment.
Staying would only lead to ridicule.
“Gentlemen, the rankings are not yet out, so why are you all leaving?”
“There are still eight of your Ten Kingdoms Talents in the rankings today, won’t you listen to them?”
It was also at this moment that Zhang Jing’s voice rang out, and he opened his mouth to ask the Ten Kingdoms’ Great Talents if they weren’t going to stay and wait for the rankings?
But when this was said, each of the ten great talents of the ten nations blushed a little.
Eight out of ten.
It sounds great, but what use is it in front of a thousand famous poems?
Zhang Jing was deliberately disgusting them.
How could they not know?
No one answered, and no one said a word, taking Li En, who had passed out, with them, and simply walked away.
However, they would not swallow this anger.
The talented sons of the Ten Kingdoms left with grim faces, while the laughter at the banquet, became even louder.
The feast was not yet over, there were still at least two hours left.
Xu Qingnian was helped to a chair, his face red with drunkenness, he had really drunk a little too much.
A bowl of sober soup was brought to Chen Zhengru, and a maid fed Xu Qingnian a bowl of it.
In about a quarter of an hour, Xu Qingnian was able to wake up.
At that moment, Chen Zhengru returned to the banquet, his face full of smiles, and Zhang Jing’s smile was also strong.
“Are you that happy? It’s just the mention of your name, is that all that matters?”
Looking at the two men’s smiles, Gu Yan ate up some of the taste.
“Yes, other people Shouren only mentioned the two of you by name, is it necessary to smile so happily?”
Zhou Yan couldn’t help but speak up as well.
The reason why they were like this was actually one word, sour.
Who wouldn’t be sour?
A thousand ancient poems, mentioning both of their names, isn’t this indirectly a thousand ancient?
“My nephew Shouren made a thousand ancient famous poems, why am I not happy?”
“What’s wrong? Are you envious? I’m glad that my nephew Shouren is so good, it’s not in vain that I’ve cultivated him.”
Zhang Jing is indeed dejected, isn’t this dejected? Xu Qingnian composed a poem and mentioned himself, isn’t this a favour? This shows that Xu Qingnian has a place for him in his heart.
How could this not make Zhang Jing happy?
“Cultivate? What are you cultivating him for? Shouren has been sitting on the bench for half a month in your Ministry of Punishment, how can you say that? Shameless.”
Gu Yan spoke up and snorted coldly.
“That’s right, you still have the nerve to talk about cultivation? It’s laughable.”
Zhou Yan also followed up with a remark.
“There’s one thing to say, it’s like this.”
Li Yanlong nodded, agreeing with what the two said.
“You guys are farting, that was done by the people below, it has nothing to do with the old man, besides, this matter has been explained clearly.”
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing could not help but open his mouth to explain himself.
But this pale explanation, no one would believe it.
“Heh!”
Gu Yan laughed coldly.
Zhou Yan also followed with a sneer, and Li Yanlong wanted to follow with a sneer, but seeing Zhang Jing’s gaze, he thought better of not offending anyone.
But in his heart, he still had to heave a laugh, but this one was not to Zhang Jing, but to everyone.
After all, he would be able to leave his name in a thousand years after some days.
But the Shang clerks ate among themselves alright, and the banquet remained exciting and joyful.
However, in the middle of a mansion, in the capital of Great Wei.
The great talents of the ten kingdoms were gathered together.
The faces of all of them were gloomy.
In contrast to the joy of the banquet, here they looked serious and angry.
Displeasure was written all over everyone’s face.
Li En had managed to write a subdued poem, but he had never expected to be suppressed by Xu Qingnian like this.
How could this not make them feel bad?
“This matter! There’s something fishy!”
Just as the crowd was silent, someone spoke up, clenching his fist, and said so.
“What’s fishy?”
Someone spoke up, full of disbelief.
“Great Wei must have leaked the questions!”
“It can’t be such a coincidence!”
“Xu Qingnian has talent, I admit, but why is he so sure he’ll be able to produce the famous poem of a thousand years?”
“And appear at just the right time?”
“I suspect that the Great Wei leaked the question, and in order to suppress us, invited the great scholars of heaven and earth to compose the poem and hand it over to Xu Qingnian, thus overpowering us at the feast, in order to secure the first place in Great Wei.”
The man who spoke was a great talent of Jin, and he acknowledged Xu Qingnian’s talent, but he did not believe that just because Xu Qingnian said he would compose a thousand famous poems, he would compose a thousand famous poems.
How could there be such a coincidence?
As soon as this idea was voiced, the crowd frowned.
For there was this possibility.
It could not be ruled out.
“But what’s the point of saying this out loud? A thousand ancient famous poems are enough to explain everything, and this, as you say, is impossible.”
“If a great scholar of heaven and earth made a thousand ancient famous poem, as soon as he finished writing it, or spoke it, it would be sensed by heaven and earth, so how could it be given to Xu Qingnian?”
Someone frowned and denied it, although he also hoped that was the case, but it didn’t make logical sense.
“What if it was given halfway.”
Suddenly, someone spoke up and raised this possibility.
At this, the crowd couldn’t help but get up.
Yes, giving the whole head would be sensed by heaven and earth, but giving half, it was impossible to say.
“I know that Xu Qingnian is Avray respected by the Empress of Great Wei, and behind the Empress of Great Wei, there is a high ranking person named Li Guangxiao, who is known as the Chancellor in Black.”
“He disappeared three years ago, and three years later, Xu Qingnian suddenly appeared, and at the drop of a hat, he was famous for a thousand words and phrases, and he also angrily beheaded the county king and caused a fuss at the Ministry of Justice.”
“Where does this confidence come from? I think it should be this Li Guangxiao.”
Another person spoke up and said a guess.
Indeed, once this guess was made, the crowd inexplicably believed it.
Yes, why did Xu Qingnian dare to be so arrogant, wasn’t there someone behind this?
“Then what should we do?”
Someone spoke up again, saying so much, how to solve it was the way to go.
“The day after tomorrow, is the poetry competition.”
“A thousand-year-old famous poem, remarkable!”
“Does he have a second, third, fourth or fifth poem?”
“Even if Li Guangxiao is strong, he can’t be like this, and we have been preparing carefully for a year.”
“We are carrying a lot of burdens in this Peace Poetry Competition, we must not slacken off in the poetry battle the day after tomorrow.”
“The leaking of the questions is proof that the Great Wei is afraid, afraid of the ten kingdoms, and the poetry competition, I don’t believe that he, Xu Qingnian, really has the talent of the ages!”
This man spoke up, still unconvinced of Xu Qingnian.
“Good! We have indeed prepared some poems as well.”
“Yes, in these three days, the Great Wei literary world was unbearable, if it wasn’t for this Xu Qingnian, we would have successfully suppressed the Great Wei literary world, and we wouldn’t be afraid of a poetry battle the day after tomorrow.”
They discussed that the great talents of the ten kingdoms were not idle and were extremely high-minded.
The Taiping Poetry Competition was not over either.
There were still four days to go.
They didn’t believe that Xu Qingnian could produce another four poems of ancient fame?
It was impossible.
At this moment, the ten great talents of the ten kingdoms were united in one goal, to beat Xu Qingnian to the punch.
And in the Liyang Palace.
When Xu Qingnian regained consciousness.
The feast had also come to an end.
He frowned as many memories kept flooding into his mind.
The scene from the party was replayed in his mind from beginning to end.
“Alas, it’s true that you can’t drink too much.”
Xu Qingnian smiled bitterly in his heart, he had originally come with anger, but what he didn’t expect was that he had actually gotten high?
This is really some …… shouldn’t be.
And right after Xu Qingnian woke up, all of a sudden, many people’s eyes were cast over.
“Shouren, you’re awake.”
“Shouren, you’ve done well.”
“Come, come, come, Shouren, come and sit here.”
The six ministers, except for Wang Xinzhi who did not say anything, the other five ministers all shouted with unparalleled enthusiasm.
“A few lords, just now Qingnian was drunk and rambling and lost the rules, I hope a few lords will forgive me.”
Xu Qingnian said with a bitter smile, apologising to the several lords.
“Shouren, what are you talking about? You were just talking nonsense, but you made a famous poem for a thousand years. Then I would like to see you speak nonsense every day.”
“This boy Shouren is just modest, remember, don’t be so modest in the future, especially in front of other countries, a great talent is a great talent.”
Several people spoke up, laughing and scolding Xu Qingnian.
And Xu Qingnian only gave a bitter laugh.
It was also at this moment that the feast ended as the bell rang out.
Sun Jing’an took the list and, as usual, announced the top ten, and there were only two people in Great Wei, one was Xu Qingnian, ranked number one, which was indisputable.
One was Hua Xinyun, ranked third, and Zhen Guo poet second, which was also indisputable.
With the rankings over, the people were somewhat impatient to leave, they couldn’t wait to go and tell what had happened today and run around.
But just then, Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out.
“The Confucian scholar of Great Wei stays behind.”
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone’s ears.
For a moment, all the Confucian students of Great Wei were a little curious, some frowning, wondering what Xu Qingnian meant by this.
But when they looked at the great Confucian scholars of the Palace of Literature, one by one, they did not speak, did not stop or agree, and eventually everyone stayed.
The hundred people left, and so did the rest. The so-called Confucian scholars were, at the very least, scholars who had entered the rank.
In a moment, there were still two to three thousand people left in Liyang Palace, seventy to eighty percent of whom were scholars from the Great Wei Palace of Literature.
Chen Zhengru and the others looked at Xu Qingnian, and they did not know what Xu Qingnian was going to do.
But there was no obstruction.
After there were no outsiders, Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out again.
Xu Qingnian’s voice rang out again.
“Today, the Taiping Poetry Festival.”
“It is a feast for the Great Wei, and one of the three great feasts for the literati.”
“We don’t expect you to leave your masterpieces, but at least do your best.”
“For three days in a row, none of the top ten rankings of the poetry fair had any of your works.”
“I am not asking for anything, but you are all literati of the Great Wei, Confucian students of the Palace of Literature, claiming to be the saints of the world, but you are not even in the top ten.”
“Are you ashamed?”
Xu Qingnian spoke, he had asked the crowd to stay for this.
The hall of the Great Wei.
It was impossible to be unprepared.
If you say that their form is bad and they have slipped, this is understandable, but the top ten rankings are almost all dominated by the talented students of the ten countries.
That’s a bit unreasonable, isn’t it?
“Xu Shouren, I respect you as a great talent, so I’m not annoyed by this comment, but what you’re saying is that we’ve received some kind of benefit? Did you deliberately write a bad poem?”
Among the literati, some were not convinced and could not help but speak out like this.
“Yes or no, it is none of Xu’s business.”
“Tomorrow, Xu Mou will not participate, but if the top ten rankings are no longer filled with your works, Xu Mou can guarantee that he will personally face the sage and ask His Majesty to investigate strictly.”
Xu Qingnian’s voice was cold.
It was inevitable that someone’s strength had slipped and their form was bad, but it couldn’t be the case for everyone, could it?
If you say there is no foul play here, Xu Qingnian really doesn’t believe it.
Once this was said, the six ministers, the great scholars of the Palace of Literature, including the deans of the four academies, did not speak either.
Because it did feel like there was something wrong here.
“Humph! Xu Qingnian, it’s not your turn to interfere in the affairs of the Palace of Literature, is it?”
But Sun Jing’an’s voice rang out.
Although he also felt that there was something odd here, the question was, even if this matter was odd, it was not Xu Qingnian’s turn to interfere, right?
Xu Qingnian spoke like this, as if there was something wrong with the readers of the Great Wei Palace of Literature, so naturally he did not like to hear it.
“Sun Ru, it’s true that it’s not my turn to interfere in this matter.”
“But the Great Wei Literary Palace claims to be a saintly orthodoxy, and the Taiping Poetry Competition, with over 3,000 Confucian students, can’t even take up three of the top ten seats.
“It’s not that Xu is arrogant, if it weren’t for Xu today, I’m afraid Sun Ru would be too embarrassed to come tomorrow.”
For Sun Jing’an, Xu Qingnian was disgusted to the core.
He couldn’t understand how such a person could become a great Confucian.
The great Confucian scholar Chen Xin, Zhou Min, although he had offended Zhu Sheng, Chen Xin was persuasive, and Zhou Min, although he was not very polite to himself, but at least he did not disgust himself.
This Sun Jing’an has a deep hatred with himself?
“Hmph!”
“That’s not necessarily true.”
Sun Jing’an opened his mouth, a dead duck’s mouth.
“That’s enough.”
“Sun Ru! If Shouren hadn’t come today, the face of the Great Wei literary world would have been lost, so why bother fighting?”
“I agree with Shouren’s words, but I also believe that you are only momentarily nervous, so go back today, rest well, and tomorrow at the feast, I also hope to have your names on the list of the ten best.”
“That’s enough, go back.”
Chen Zhengru was a little angry.
But in front of all the Confucian students, he did not want to tear his face off and quarrel with Sun Jing’an, otherwise what would be the decency?
At the same time, he supported Xu Qingnian’s view.
“The students understand.”
The students opened their mouths, more or less uncomfortable in their hearts, but Xu Qingnian was also right, the Great Wei Dynasty, the Taiping Poetry Society, to pull across like this?
This was indeed a bit problematic, so this discomfort in their hearts could only be swallowed.
After the people had left.
Xu Qingnian looked at Chen Zhengru and said.
“Lord Chen, my humble servant will retire.”
With the matter settled, Xu Qingnian did not intend to linger and go back to rest.
“Good, Shouren, it doesn’t matter if you don’t come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow is the poetry fight, if you can, come if you can.”
Chen Zhengru nodded, and at the same time hoped that Xu Qingnian would participate in the poetry competition the day after tomorrow.
“As much as possible!”
Xu Qingnian nodded, not agreeing or refusing, but only returned an ambiguous answer.
He then left with quick steps.
The crowd looked at Xu Qingnian’s back.
Inexplicably, they looked a little helpless.
A quarter of an hour later.
Xu Qingnian took a shortcut and walked quickly back to Shouren Academy.
He was still a little drunk, and after returning to the Shouren Academy, he directly ran the Golden Crow Body Tempering Technique, intending to digest the alcoholic energy in his body.
But at that very moment.
Suddenly.
Xu Qingnian froze.
It was because he noticed the strong public opinion rolling within his body.
“What’s going on?”
“Why is there so much public opinion within me?”
Xu Qingnian was stunned.
The public opinion within his own body was like a river.
This was somewhat exaggerated.
It was almost no less than the public opinion he had gained when he angrily decimated the Fan Merchant.
What was going on here?
Xu Qingnian was astonished.
The next moment.
He pondered, his mind once again replaying a scene from before.
Soon, Xu Qingnian recalled a scene from before he had become completely drunk.
“Can poetry also bring public opinion?”
Xu Qingnian froze.
This was also possible?
Xu Qingnian had always thought that poetry could only bring talent.
But now that he had so much talent, he honestly couldn’t use it all, and Xu Qingnian didn’t even dare to use it if he could.
Otherwise, he would have become a great Confucian, and would he still be practicing different arts?
Just composing poetry can also rally public opinion.
That’s different.
What does one need most now?
Wasn’t it public opinion?
Hiss!
At this moment, it was as if Xu Qingnian had opened a vault.
Oh, no, it was opening the treasury of Great Wei!
If this thousand-year-old famous poem could bring public opinion.
Wouldn’t one be rich then.
Public opinion could be converted into cultivation energy, and it could suppress the supernatural arts in one’s body.
It’s a million dollars.
The more the merrier.
“No, no, there must be something wrong.”
“I didn’t have public opinion even when I used to compose poetry.”
“Let me think.”
Xu Qingnian frowned.
He himself used to have poems, but why was there no public opinion?
After thinking about it for a while.
Suddenly, Xu Qingnian came up with a possibility!