In the box, Queen Jiang Waner was also constantly reciting Zhao Hao's poems.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane lining the clouds in the clear sky brings poetry to the blue sky."
"It is truly a wonderful poem that can be spread all over the world."
Her beautiful eyes flashed, looking at Zhao Hao outside through the gap in the window lattice.
Zhao Hao stood there with a faint smile on his lips. He was neither proud nor guilty, and his demeanor was calm and detached, making it impossible for people to tell what he was thinking.
Jiang Waner wanted to see some clues from Zhao Hao's expression, but no matter how she looked, she couldn't see anything.
Today she saw Zhao Hao for the first time, and the impression he gave her was completely different from the uneducated, arrogant and domineering waste in the rumors.
With his strong build and handsome appearance, coupled with his humble, gentle and calm temperament, it is difficult to believe that this is a man with a notorious reputation.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, it would be hard for her to believe that this world-famous poem was written by Zhao Hao.
At this moment she believed it, and she also believed that the previous memorial letter was written by Zhao Hao.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at Zhao Hao and said softly: "I didn't expect that Zhao Hao has such a poetic talent!"
This poem was definitely not written by Zhao Hao, because no one in Daqian could write a poem of this level.
The Qian Kingdom had the same roots as Baiyue in the east, Wu and Shu in the west, and Yi and Rong in the south. They were all separated from the Daxia Dynasty two hundred years ago.
However, the Qian Kingdom's military fortunes were prosperous and its culture was not prosperous. In the eyes of other countries, it was almost the same as a barbaric state.
The entire cultural context of the Qian Kingdom has always been suppressed, and no one can write such a poem that is spread throughout the world.
If there really was such a person, he would have become famous all over the world.
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King Kang's excitement calmed down a little: "Master Shang, from this point of view, which of these two poems wins?"
Shang Henshui shook his head: "There is no comparison. Although the Lu family's boy's writing is not bad, it is not on the same level as the Zhao family's boy's autumn poem."
King Kang nodded and said: "Yes, I also think that Zhao Hao's autumn poem is better. What do you two Sirs mean?"
Wang Siye said: "Your Majesty, the difference between the two poems can be seen at a glance. Zhao Hao should have won the first round of the competition."
Wen Siye also said: "Yes, there is a huge gap between the two poems. My lord, it is indeed Zhao Hao who wins."
King Kang smiled and said: "Okay, then Zhao Hao wins the first round!"
Upon hearing King Kang's announcement, everyone present was in an uproar, with incredible expressions on their faces.
"How is this possible, Zhao Manzi actually won?"
"It's fake, he must have hired someone to write this poem for him!"
"I think so. How could he, an ignorant useless person, write a poem that even King Kang and Shang Jijiu praised!"
"That's true. I just don't know who the real author of this autumn poem is. It's so wonderful!"
"The second competition is about to begin. This time it's a frontier war poem, and it was King Kang's impromptu idea. I definitely won't be able to use a ghostwriter."
"Yes, in this battle, Brother Huairen will definitely crush this Zhao Manzi!"
"That's right. Although Brother Huairen has no experience of going to the frontier, his strength is far superior to Zhao Manzi. There will be no suspense in winning!"
Listening to everyone's discussion, Lu Huairen turned to look at Zhao Hao, gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.
"Zhao Hao, don't think that if you find a ghostwriter to win the first game, you can really win the literary battle. The following is a frontier war poem. I want to see what you can write without a ghostwriter!"
Zhao Hao smiled slightly: "Brother Huairen, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry. We will know what I wrote later."
Seeing Zhao Hao still looking so calm and needless to be beaten, I felt like my teeth were itching with hatred, and at the same time my heart became uncertain.
With Zhao Hao looking like this, does it mean that he is still confident of winning in the second round?
Or maybe he hired a ghostwriter to write a frontier poem for him?
Seeing the waiter pick up Lu Huairen's works, King Kang's eyes flashed and he said: "Let's recite Zhao Hao's works first!"
The waiter nodded quickly, put down Lu Huairen's paper, picked up Zhao Hao's work and began to recite.
"The luminous cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."
After the waiter finished reciting the poem, no one on the terrace cheered or praised, but could hear the needle drop in silence.
Everyone was stunned.
Their eyes were fixed on Zhao Hao, as if they were looking at some incredible monster.
Because this frontier poem requires no interpretation at all, everyone can understand it.
The picture outlined in the poem is extremely clear, and the artistic conception and momentum are unmatched.
It’s so wonderful!
In the box, Jiang Waner's beautiful and profound gaze fell on Zhao Hao, and she was also shocked and speechless.
"Could it be said that my Daqian cultural heritage is about to rise? And it will happen on this brat?"
It's unbelievable.
Zhao Hao has obviously not read many books, so how can he write such a poem that is spread all over the world?
She is now more and more curious about Zhao Hao.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Waner looked away from Zhao Hao and turned to Qing Xing: "There is no suspense anymore. Let's go back to the palace."
Qing Xing said: "Your Majesty, this is just a literary competition. The literary meeting has not started yet. Your Majesty, don't you want to watch it?"
Jiang Waner smiled softly and said, "These two poems are enough."
On the terrace.
King Kang breathed heavily and grabbed Shang Jijiu's arm: "Master Shang, Mr. Shang, this poem should be spread all over the world!"
With that said, he rushed to the waiter and snatched the paper from the waiter's hand.
Seeing the font above, Kang Wang's face instantly turned red.
"This, this font..."
Seeing his surprised look, Shang Jijiu came over and said, "Your Majesty, is there something wrong with writing?"
King Kang came to his senses instantly and quickly gathered the two pieces of paper and put them behind him.
"No, it's no problem. Mr. Shang, let's read the poems of the Lu family boy!"
Shang Jijiu is an experienced man and he has already seen the tall and graceful handwriting on the paper. It is a font that he has never seen before.
"The boy from the Zhao family has two consecutive poems that have been spread all over the world. The result of the literary struggle is already here. It doesn't matter whether you can read the boy from the Lu family or not. Your lord, please show me the poems by the boy from the Zhao family. I will help you." Analyze it."
"No, no, what about that, Mr. Shang, if I have one more thing to do, I will trouble you, Mr. Shang, to preside over today's literary meeting. I, the king, will go first!"
"My lord, wait a minute. If something happens to your lord, you should leave on your own. However, I want to keep Zhao Xiaozi's poems. We haven't tasted them yet."
"I've already recited it. What else is there to appreciate? Mr. Shang doesn't need to say anything more. I'm going to leave first!"
"Hmph, Prince, you can leave if you want, but the poems must stay."
"Impossible, I want to take the poem back and taste it again!"
"Don't leave without leaving the prince behind!"
"Shang Lao, hey, please don't pull on my clothes, Shang Lao..."
