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

Kenjiro Shinno snorted coldly, with a displeasure gleaming in his eyes.

"However, let me be frank with you. If it is just a crude work, it is better not to say anything, lest we tear off the last fig leaf of the Great Zhou!"

After these words were spoken, the scholars around him shook their heads.

Obviously, they didn't have much expectations for Fang Yi, they just hoped that this competition would not bring shame to the Great Zhou.

"Please rest assured, the quality of the poem will become clear after you listen to it!"

"The previous two pieces are both five-character quatrains, so I will also recite a five-character quatrain."

Fang Yi smiled calmly, took a step forward, and then recited aloud.

"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, no people are seen on the thousands of paths, only an old man in a straw raincoat and straw hat is left alone in a boat..."

Huh?

Before he had finished his three sentences, everyone around him was frowning.

Shinno Kenjiro snorted in disdain and sneered, "Boy, your first three sentences are good, but they are totally different from the topic. Could it be that you plagiarized them from somewhere and used them to fill in the gaps?"

Most people off the field also hold this view.

After all, Mu Yuqing personally decided that the first question should be themed around snow.

However, there is no trace of snow in these three sentences. Is it really a plagiarized work as Xinye said?

"Please be patient, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Fang Yi continued smiling, "An old man in a straw hat and raincoat is fishing alone in the cold river in a boat!"

When the poem ended, everyone in the room was stunned at first, and then suddenly realized.

The birds have flown away from the thousands of mountains, and the people have disappeared from the thousands of paths. An old man in a straw raincoat and a straw hat is fishing alone in a boat, in the cold river under the snow!

Wonderful, beyond words!

What a wonderful poem, it makes people applaud!

When these verses floated down, the whole pleasure boat seemed to be pulled by them. The air froze for a moment and then suddenly began to boil.

"'Fishing Alone in the Cold River in the Snow'! What a proud spirit and extraordinary artistic conception!"

"With just a few words, the snow-covered sky and the vast land are vividly depicted. The last sentence is a stroke of genius that brings the whole article to life."

"You can't judge a person by his appearance. This scholar's poetic talent really makes us ashamed."

The talented people were discussing the matter, their ardent gazes focused on Fang Yi, their previous contempt and suspicion instantly vanished.

What replaced them was the shock and admiration for the other party's shocking words.

Even Li Sheng could not help but be dumbfounded, as it turned out that his lord was not only a brave man, but also had such hidden literary talent.

In the corridor on the second floor, Kenjiro Niino, who was originally so arrogant, felt as if he was in another world when he heard this masterpiece.

He seemed to be in a painting - the white snow covered everything, the lake was as smooth as a mirror, a small boat was leisurely floating on it, and an old man in a straw raincoat was sitting quietly fishing. The feeling of being otherworldly and independent from the world came to him across time and space.

He, who had a high opinion of himself, was also deeply moved by the artistic conception and connotation of the poem.

"I am not as good as this person!"

Kenjiro Niino woke up from his daze, and his originally smug face instantly dimmed.

His eyes were dark as he stared at Fang Yi who was enjoying himself and sipping his drink slowly.

He thought he had the victory in his hands and was about to become Mu Yuqing's guest of honor, but unexpectedly, a dark horse Fang Yi showed up halfway!

Damn!

At the other end of the corridor, Zhao Nansheng felt his scalp tingling. As a descendant of a famous family, he had been reading poetry and books for more than a decade and had read almost all the poems in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but he had never seen any poem about snow that could reach this level.

This young man is no ordinary person.

Zhao Nansheng couldn't help but cast a deep glance at Fang Yi, his eyes filled with jealousy that was hard to conceal - why wasn't he the one with such great talent?

I hate!

Facing everyone's praise, Fang Yi still maintained a calm expression, as if everything was expected.

To him, with thousands of years of cultural heritage in his belly, the challenge from a mere Japanese clown is nothing.

He ignored Kenjiro Shinno, Zhao Nansheng and the others, and instead looked up at the elegant room on the second floor, and asked softly, "Miss Mu, in your opinion, which of these two poems is better?"

Everyone's eyes converged on one place like a tide.

Soon, Mu Yuqing's clear but chilling voice pierced the air.

"May I ask, sir, what is the name of this poem?"

“Jiang Xue!”

The elegant room was silent for a moment, and that indifferent voice sounded again, faintly revealing the ripples in one's heart.

"The poem "Snow on the River" is the best poem in the world describing the wind and snow!"

"You are so talented, I can only say I am not as talented as you!"

After he finished speaking, everyone in the hall started a heated discussion again.

Mu Yuqing's words were reserved, but the deeper meaning was self-evident.

The crown of modern snowstorm!

This evaluation undoubtedly adds a bit of legendary color to "Jiang Xue".

The Japanese prince was so proud of his talent for poetry that he looked down upon others and regarded the scholars of the Great Zhou as grass.

Now that he has lost face, it is really a relief to everyone!

"Ha! How can the scholars of the Great Zhou be compared with those wild islands?"

"I just said something rude to you. Does your cheek still hurt?"

"It's so refreshing to see him speechless!"

"You are right. I am afraid that today's poetry gathering will shock the whole city."

......

Compared with the proud faces of the talented people of the Great Zhou, Kenjiro Niino had a gloomy face.

His eyes were like hooks, fixed tightly on Fang Yi, and the veins on the folding fan tightly clenched in his hand were exposed.

He was immersed in poetry and books since childhood, and no one in Japan could match his attainments in poetry.

I thought it was easy to impress the scholars of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

But I never thought that I would be humiliated by an unknown person.

"Hmph, winning a round is nothing to worry about. It's just luck."

Kenjiro Niino snorted coldly, his inner desire to win was completely ignited.

"There are still two questions to be answered. If you have real talent and knowledge, why not come and compete with us?"

It's fate?

This guy is quite good at making excuses.

Fang Yi glanced at him sideways, with a sarcastic smile.

"Haha, the Japanese prince is still honorable despite his defeat, and has a broad mind! This scene tonight can be regarded as a good story."

There is a hidden meaning behind Fang Yi's words!

When everyone heard the sound, they all burst into laughter, and their fear of the Japanese prince disappeared completely.

Pretending to be good but getting slapped in the face, a good story? I'm afraid it's a joke!

Kenjiro Niino's face was gloomy, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged man next to him coughed lightly, and then he managed to calm down.

"Why, are you afraid to fight?"

Facing this, Fang Yi just chuckled and raised his glass leisurely.

"It's not that I don't dare, but I'm afraid that you will burst into tears after losing, and it will be difficult to comfort you."

"Baga..."

As soon as these words came out, Kenjiro Niino's face turned pale.

Just as they were about to start hurling insults at each other, Zhao Nansheng stepped in at the right time to ease the atmosphere.

"Since we want to compete, please ask Miss Mu to ask the second question."

Kenjiro Niino is not the only one who is eager to prove himself.

Zhao Nansheng had just suffered a setback, so naturally he was in a hurry to restore his dignity.

Upon seeing this, everyone fell silent again, waiting attentively for Mu Yuqing to ask the question.

A moment later, Mu Yuqing's clear voice was heard again in the elegant room.

"In recent years, there have been frequent wars on the borders of our Great Zhou. If it weren't for the soldiers who sacrificed their lives and stained their robes with blood, how could we enjoy the peace and comfort we have today?"

"The second round of competition will be themed 'Golden Swords and Iron Horses'!"

War and war?

All the talented men frowned when they heard this.

Frontier poetry, this is quite a challenge!

Most of the people present grew up in the prosperous imperial city. They had never experienced the flames of war on the frontier, let alone the sadness and cruelty of war.

So, how should I start writing?