I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

Then, there was silence in the painted boat for a while.

The scholars were either frowning in deep thought, or looking up at the sky, as if seeking inspiration from the heavens; or walking lightly, hesitating; or sighing and shaking their heads, full of worries. None of them wanted to be the first to make a splash, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At that time, Kenjiro Shinno raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking confident, and was not in a hurry to speak.

On the contrary, Zhao Nansheng, after pondering for a long time, took a sip of warm wine and immediately picked up his pen to write.

Soon, a short poem was completed and he gave it to the singing girl beside him, asking her to recite it.

"The summer sun makes the snowflakes dance in the sky; the shadows of the flowers are like you, shining alone on the eastern bank of the Green Lake."

"Excellent work! Excellent work!"

Praises were heard everywhere and everyone was impressed.

"In just a few words, it outlines the beauty of the snow in June, and uses the small to illustrate the big, implying that the prosperous banquet is held in the snow. It is really excellent!"

Everyone was amazed and said that Zhao Nansheng was worthy of the title of a talented man. When such an article came out, others were ashamed to write.

Upstairs, Zhao Nansheng bowed and thanked him four times, looking very proud in the face of the praise. His eyes inadvertently drifted towards the elegant room on the other side, secretly hoping that Mu Yuqing could also give him some praise, which would be perfect.

However, the elegant room remained silent, without any response.

Downstairs, Fang Yi looked slightly stunned and shook his head slightly.

Zhao Nansheng's poems do have some impressive rhetoric, but the overall structure is mediocre. Although the scenery is beautiful, it lacks emotion. It is superficial, gorgeous but empty.

The beauty of poetry lies in the fusion of emotion and scene, both of which are indispensable. It is no coincidence that Zhao Nansheng only got the third place.

"Hmph, this can be called a poem? It's complete nonsense!" Just as everyone was admiring Zhao Nansheng's poem, a sharp burst of sarcasm broke the harmony, which was extremely harsh.

Kenjiro Niino sneered repeatedly, his eyes full of contempt: "If all the scholars of the Great Zhou Dynasty stop here, aren't they just deceivers of the world and fame?" His words were sharp and aroused public anger.

"You, the Japanese prince, stop being so arrogant!"

Zhao Nansheng's face turned red, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold Kenjiro Niino.

When the scholars heard the voice, they also glared at him angrily. Xinye had been disrespectful and arrogant many times. If they didn't subdue him today, they would not be able to relieve the anger in their hearts.

"Of course it is so. I'll show you what true poetry is!"

After Kenjiro Niino finished speaking, he picked up his brush and wrote on the rice paper, handing it to the middle-aged man who had been silent beside him.

"Thousands of snow-covered mountains are not enough to appreciate, and all things are blurred into the painting. The sky tower suddenly appears in the clouds, and the cool breeze of Fuji awakens the dream."

As soon as the poem came out, all those who had been disdainful were dumbfounded and shocked.

Even Zhao Nansheng and Wu Tong were shocked.

The first two couplets of the poem describe thousands of mountains covered with snow, and all things blending together, nothing special. However, in a blink of an eye, the poet seems to have stepped into a fairyland, and just when he is confused.

It turned out to be the top of Mount Fuji. A wisp of breeze blew by, bringing up infinite emotions. Mount Fuji is not only a famous peak in Japan, but also contains a deep sense of homesickness, which is endless aftertaste.

The emotions blended into the scenery make the artistic conception of this poem leap to a new height, like the dawn light suddenly appearing in the morning mist, which is refreshing.

In the poem, whether it is depicting the wonders of nature or creating profound meaning, Zhao Nansheng's works appear to be eclipsed, like stars next to the bright moon, no longer as glorious as before.

Inside the painted boat, the air seemed frozen, and everything was silent except for the nervous breathing of the crowd. Countless writers and scholars, with expectations and uneasiness in their eyes, focused on Zhao Nansheng, as if he was carrying the heavy responsibility of reviving the glory of the literary world.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Zhao Nansheng's heart was like the falling leaves in autumn, chaotic and disorganized. Not to mention defeating Kenjiro Niino, even the peaceful state of mind to write another poem was hard to find.

"Kenjiro Niino does have some real talent. He may not seem obvious at first glance, but he actually has hidden secrets." Fang Yi smiled lightly, his tone as calm as a still well.

In contrast, Li Sheng frowned and was worried: "Alas, this is a big trouble. Miss Mu Yuqing's face is not worth mentioning, the reputation of the scholars of the Great Zhou Dynasty may plummet."

……

"Ms. Mu Yuqing, is my humble work acceptable to you?" On the second-floor corridor, Kenjiro Niino was looking at the elegant room where Mu Yuqing was with a smile on his face and a playful look in his eyes.

In the elegant room, after a moment, two words were heard, softly but like a heavy hammer hitting the heart - "OK".

These two words come from Mu Yuqing's mouth, and their meaning is profound and significant. Zhao Nansheng's face is pale, and his heart is filled with resentment, but he can do nothing about it. With his talent, it is probably difficult for him to surpass the peak of poetry created by Kenjiro Shinno.

Kenjiro Shinno laughed loudly, looking down at the heroes of the Great Zhou. "It is enough to be favored by the lady!" Then, he turned to the crowd and said provocatively, "I thought that the talented man of the Great Zhou must have profound ideas, but I didn't expect that after meeting him today, I can save a lot of red tape."

"The great Zhou Dynasty is just so-so, which is disappointing." Kenjiro Niino showed his arrogance and his recklessness was evident in his words.

"Since no one is willing to take up the challenge, I would like to advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible. I still need to have a long talk with Miss Mu! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Every word was as sharp as a knife, every sentence pierced the heart, making the scholars present furious. However, due to their inferior status and inferior talent, even though they were full of resentment, they could only endure it and not express it.

Zhao Nansheng was so angry that his body was shaking slightly and he could hardly control himself.

Originally, as expected, he should be in great glory and surrounded by beautiful women.

Now, all the glory has been taken away by foreigners, the dignity has been lost, and the name of the Great Zhou has been brought into disgrace.

Everyone bowed their heads in silence. Kenjiro Shinno sneered and was about to close his fan and walk towards the elegant room when he suddenly heard a plain but firm voice from the corner: "I also have a poem. I'd like to test it!"

Everyone turned pale when they heard the voice and saw a strange young man slowly standing up with a confident smile on his face.

"Who is this person? Why does he look so strange?" people in the crowd whispered.

"Hey, I thought it was some hidden genius from the capital, but it turned out to be just a false alarm."

"Young man, a man who knows the times is a hero. Don't ask for trouble."

Fang Yi's unfamiliar face made the originally enthusiastic readers lose their confidence in an instant, and a feeling of disappointment and frustration filled the air.

There are only a handful of famous talents in the capital.

Even a figure like Zhao Nansheng has to admit defeat, so what kind of waves can an unknown person create?

Kenjiro Niino was even more disdainful and didn't even glance at Fang Yi.

"How can you, a small and insignificant character, be qualified to compete with me? It's better to stay in your proper place!"

At this moment, his whole mind was on the beauty, so why would he want to waste a moment on someone else?

"Why, could a descendant of the Japanese royal family also feel fear?"

Faced with the discussions all around, Fang Yi pretended not to hear them and just stared at Kenjiro Niino calmly.

"Fear? Since I stepped into the capital of the Great Zhou, I have never known what fear is!"

"But if you are not afraid of humiliation, I can give you a chance."