"Fifth Prince?" Below, a group of students and scribes were all in an uproar. Zhu Fan turned to look at Zhu Su in shock: "Lao Wu, is this a poem you wrote?"
"Uh..." Zhu Su didn't know how to respond. His own mind is now a mess. Why did Lao Zhu place this Linjiang Immortal on my head? He clearly knew that this poem was written by Yang Shen of later generations!
If I deny it, does this count as resistance?
Zhu Fan walked up behind Zhu Su in surprise, stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhu Su's head: "You guys, it's so hard for me to hide this from my third brother!"
"Thankfully I was still so complacent just now. Are you secretly peeking at my brother's joke?"
"This, third brother, I really don't..." Zhu Su was helpless. His own level is far inferior to Zhu Fan, so how can he see Zhu Fan's jokes?
Several people in the private room asked Zhu Su questions, and outside the private room, the scholars also became noisy. Song Lian had personally posted that precious poem at the top of the red list, and a group of people crowded in the front row, vying to see that wonderful poem.
"What a wonderful word! What a wonderful word! This word has been the most wonderful since I watched the imperial dynasty. It seems that our Ming Dynasty will finally produce the first person like the poet Li Bai!"
"He is actually a prince! This is truly a sign of the flourishing culture of our country!"
Some people sighed, and many people nodded in agreement. With this "Linjiang Immortal" placed here, the literary attainments of the fifth prince Zhu Su have been recognized by the Ming Dynasty's literary circles.
I'm afraid that in a few days, this poem will be passed down orally by the literati who attended the meeting, spread throughout the Ming Dynasty, and even leave its name in the glorious history of China.
Everyone praised it, and even Fang Xiaoru studied this wonderful poem carefully. The more he read, the longer his aftertaste became, like drinking fine wine. He stared at this Linjiang Immortal in a daze, and admired Zhu Su more and more in his heart.
"That's not right. Your Highness, King Wu, is still young. He has many plans and is not even in his early fifteen."
"And this poem recalls the past and cherishes the present, and is very old-fashioned. How can it be done by a mere young man? Is there some misunderstanding in it?"
Among the crowd, an unknown young man suddenly shouted his will. The air in Fule Courtyard suddenly became eerily quiet, and even the cheerful air in the private room became strange.
"Who? Who dares to slander my brother?" Zhu Xi was furious. He stood up angrily and went to the window to curse. Sapphire Zhu Di walked towards the door of the private room with a livid face, apparently wanting to catch the scholar who said weird things and beat him up. Zhu Su quickly stopped the three of them. People's suspicions are correct. I just copied poems and my confidence was already weak. How could I still be embarrassed and angry when someone said it?
Although copying poems seems forced.
I must ask Lao Zhu for an explanation when I go back...
Zhu Su stopped a few people here, and the noisy and lively praises down there turned into strange whispers. That doubt seemed to turn into a dark cloud, lingering in the hearts of all the scholars. Song Lian, who was at the head, was shaking with anger, but for a while he couldn't think of any words to defend himself. The voice came from the crowd, and the person who made the voice had long since disappeared. Song Lian could only point at the crowd angrily and tremble.
"That brother is right...His Royal Highness King Wu is only so old, and he has never been known to be intelligent before. How could he suddenly produce such a masterpiece? I'm afraid he hired some reclusive old gentleman to ghostwrite the blog post. Name..." Zhu Su is still young, and as the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. The scholars were naturally unwilling to admit that they were left far behind by a mere kid with a yellow mouth, so this kind of doubt quickly spread among the crowd.
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"When it comes to literary talent among peers, I still recommend Brother Xizhi first. Brother Xizhi is a senior disciple of the Song Dynasty and is extremely talented. If someone says that someone at a young age can be more talented than Brother Xizhi, I don't believe it." A scribe said loudly. Said with a smile to the same year around. He didn't dare to slander the prince outright, but he pointedly pointed at Zhu Su every word. Seeing that Fang Xiaoru was still in a daze over the Linjiang Immortal, he thought that Fang Xiaoru was dissatisfied. If he challenged him with words, he would win his goodwill, so he specially knocked Fang Xiaoru on the shoulder: "Brother Xizhi, you said so Bar?"
"What nonsense!"
According to the plot that this person expected, Fang Xiaoru should use his steps to get off the donkey, and then join him.
Sing a harmony. Since then, Fang Xiaoru has remained firmly ranked first among his peers, and he has also been able to establish a relationship with this promising player of the same year. Unexpectedly, when Fang Xiaoru heard what he said, he turned around angrily and yelled loudly.
"You don't know the reason, so you dare to slander His Highness the Fifth Highness? Don't you know that there are people outside the world, and there are mountains outside the mountains?"
"Although His Highness the Fifth Prince is young, Gan Luo has served as prime minister for twelve years in ancient times. His Highness the Fifth Prince is only about the same age as Gan Luo. How can you say that he has no talent?"
"Let me tell you, I have met His Highness the Fifth Prince in person, and I was fortunate enough to receive his teachings. His words were like an enlightenment, which made me realize the truth and make a lot of progress, which is better than reading ten years of books!"
"His Highness is so talented. Not to mention others, I, Fang Xi, am completely in awe of him!"
When Fang Xiaoru said this, everyone was in an uproar again. His Highness the Fifth Prince actually gave some advice to Fang Xiaoru? Fang Xiaoru also benefited a lot, more than ten years of reading?
His Highness the Fifth Prince is actually really talented and learned. How can he still have such ability?
Could it be that there are really talented people in this world who are born with knowledge?
Zhu Feng watched the wind direction change again, but it was hard to curse out loud. He could only spit angrily, "Huh, this Fang Xizhi still has some conscience."
"I didn't expect that Fang Xizhi would stand up for Lao Wu." Zhu Di glanced at Fang Xiaoru and then at Zhu Su. "Lao Wu, he admires your talent and learning very much, right?"
Zhu Su simply wanted to hide his face. He only felt that his face was burning badly, and he didn't want to stay in Fule Yuan for a moment. "Let's go. It's getting late. It's better to go back to the palace earlier to avoid being scolded by dad..."
Zhu Su left in despair, but Zhu Xi and Zhu Zhen felt proud and arrogant. When passing by the group of scribes, they wanted to lift Zhu Su up and show off.
Zhu Su's literary name, along with the song "Linjiang Immortal", quickly spread to the streets and alleys of Yingtian Mansion, and even spread to the entire Ming Dynasty. The incomplete version of "Three Kingdoms" was also secretly spread in places unknown to Zhu Su because it was written down by the old storyteller.
Once back in the palace, Zhu Su took the opportunity to ask Lao Zhu why he let him do such a thing of stealing poems. Unexpectedly, Lao Zhu actually smiled and said with the expression of a woman trying to succeed: "Don't you want to promote science? How can the founding master of a school do it without talent?"
"We are helping you make a name for yourself!"
Zhu Su is absolutely defeated!
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