When the voice of the Zhuangyuanlou clerk sounded for the third time, the scholars outside the Zhuangyuanlou instantly became quiet and stopped breathing.
Each of them had a shocked expression on their face, and they exclaimed in their hearts at the same time, how is this possible?
It must be understood that Du Menghui, who was released with three poems before, was the leading literary giant in his own time, and he was also the number one scholar.
It’s hard to live up to his reputation. He was able to have three poems released, and everyone thought it was normal.
On the other hand, although Zhao Bingfang is an outstanding poet, he is only in Sioux City. If it were placed in the entire Zhou Dynasty, his poetry can only be regarded as top-notch, and there is still some distance from the top.
Everyone can't help but ask, why did Zhao Bingfang release three poems like Du Menghui?
Could it be... a secret operation?
It's not just one person who thinks this way, it's everyone who thinks this way.
However, when Zhao Bingfang's third poem was posted, everyone gave up their doubts.
"This... this poem is so well written that I can't find any faults."
"Compared with the first two poems, this third poem is much better. It seems that Mr. Zhao's poetry level has reached a new level."
"If the first two poems are weaker than Du Menghui's poems, then this last poem seems to have the potential to surpass it."
"Are we witnessing history?"
All the scholars were shocked by Zhao Bingfang's third poem.
Because this poem is an impeccable masterpiece from any angle. It is basically unrivaled in today's Zhou poetry world.
Even in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it can barely be regarded as a superior work.
Inside the Zhuangyuan Building.
Almost everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Bingfang.
And Zhao Bingfang felt the eyes of others, and suddenly felt that he was the center of the world, and everything was under his feet.
He, Zhao Bingfang, is a master of both poetry and poetry, and is destined to remain famous in the poetry world.
Snapped!
Zhao Bingfang drank the wine in one gulp, broke the glass in his hand, staggered a little, and looked in the direction of Su Dongchu.
"Su Dongchu, I have written three poems, and each one has been released by the No. 1 Scholar Building. What else do you have to say now?"
Zhao Bingfang looked at Su Dongchu with a superior look and a victor's tone in his voice.
Uh-huh!
Almost at the same time, everyone looked at Su Dongchu sitting in the corner, with a contemptuous smile on his face.
"As arrogant as he was just now, he will be more embarrassed next time. It's not good for him to provoke anyone. He has to compete with Mr. Zhao, who is a master of poetry."
"I don't expect him to be able to produce poems of the same level as Mr. Zhao's third poem. If he can reach the level of the first two poems, thank God."
"It's not that I look down on him. Even the first two poems are not what he can achieve at his age."
"He is still too young and does not understand the value of Mr. Zhao's poetry. It is ridiculous that he wants to challenge Mr. Zhao."
Listening to the discussions around her, Su Yingxue's face looked particularly ugly, and she regretted bringing Su Dongchu to the Zhongyuan Poetry Meeting.
She was worried that Su Dongchu's young mind would be hurt by Zhao Bingfang and that he would not want to write poetry or dare to write poetry in the future. Then she would be a sinner of the Su family.
Thinking of this, she walked out, planning to protect Su Dongchu at all costs.
"hehe……"
But at this moment, Su Dongchu sneered, looked at Zhao Bingfang and said: "You... are still trash..."
"I don't know what is good or bad, I don't know life or death, I don't know what is called..."
"You are still being stubborn at this time. Tomorrow I will go to Yuelu Academy and ask Master Hu to expel him."
"Not only does the school expel him, but he is also required to prevent him from pursuing an official career. Such a arrogant person who does not respect his teachers is not worthy of reading the book of sages."
This time, it can be said that everyone was angered.
If it weren't for the fact that no action was allowed in the No. 1 Scholar Building, there is no doubt that these literati who flatter gentlemen with words but no actions would not be able to help but teach Su Dongchu a lesson.
"Senior poets, please don't get angry. This is not what my brother meant. Please listen to my explanation." Su Yingxue was anxious and wanted to explain quickly.
She didn't want a good scholar who finally appeared in the Su family to be ruined in today's Zhongyuan Poetry Festival.
"Yes, seniors and adults, please don't be angry. My young master is really not calling Mr. Zhao a trash." Jiang Yifeng, fearing that the world would not be in chaos, changed the topic, "My young master meant that, including Mr. Zhao, everyone here is. Rubbish."
In an instant, the entire third floor of the Zhuangyuan Building fell silent.
Terrible quiet!
At this time, for them, it was no longer important whether Su Dongchu said this. What was important was that Jiang Yifeng was Su Dongchu's book boy.
Jiang Yifeng's words represent Su Dongchu.
"Su Dongchu!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout sounded.
Immediately afterwards, the poetry senior who had good relations with the Zhao family said angrily: "For your previous rude behavior, I can treat you as young and ignorant for the time being, but now you are disrespectful and openly humiliating everyone here. You are really lawless. "
"Even so, I can't even imagine that this is a student taught by Yuelu Academy."
"Master Hu is so confused! I still can't figure out why I let you participate in the Zhongyuan Poetry Festival."
"The shame of Yuelu Academy, the shame of Su City..."
All the literati on the third floor of the Zhuangyuan Building were denouncing Su Dongchu.
As the person involved, Su Dongchu also realized that he had gotten into a big trouble. The little drunkenness he had just felt disappeared in an instant, and he looked at Jiang Yifeng with fear on his face.
Jiang Yifeng pretended to listen, approached Su Dongchu, and whispered: "Close your eyes, don't listen to anything, don't think about anything, wait until brother-in-law calls to start."
"Um!"
Su Dongchu nodded slightly and closed his eyes.
Jiang Yifeng smiled confidently, looked at the senior poet, bowed and said, "Sir, I think you have misunderstood my young master. My young master is not calling you rubbish, but calling your poems rubbish."
The senior poet snorted coldly, "Do you think we are fools? He is obviously calling us trash, what does poetry have to do with it?"
Jiang Yifeng replied: "If I remember correctly, this is the Zhongyuan Poetry Club, a place where poetry is written. Today we are talking about poetry. Why do you think my young master is criticizing your character?"
"Are you on the right track?"
Cackling!
The senior poet gritted his teeth, but he didn't expect the little book boy to be so sharp-tongued.
"good!"
The senior poet narrowed his eyes and said, "I just thought he was talking about poetry. He is just a young boy, so why should he say that the poetry of us people is rubbish? Could it be that he can write better poetry?"
"this……"
Jiang Yifeng pretended to be hesitant, but when the senior poet smiled, he grinned, "My young master may not be able to compose very good poems, but he can still do it casually to impress everyone here."
"Master, start your performance!"
