Sui and Tang Dynasties: Awakening the Supreme Skills at the Beginning

"Did that idiot really write this? The mood is like the steam rising from the lake and the waves shaking the city of Daxing... It's wonderful, haha!"

"What a great poem! What a great poem! I will use this poem when I brag to others next time. It's wonderful, wonderful!"

"Wait, is this really written by that idiot Li Zhen? Impossible. If so, how could he not be able to recite a sentence of the Three Character Classic after studying for more than ten years?"

“Could it be copied?”

"It's possible, let's see..."

Everyone in the audience was talking a lot.

However, Li Zhen just closed his eyes and rested, ignoring the discussions of people around him.

Lin Feng next to him stopped pretending and stared at Li Zhen in surprise. He couldn't understand how Li Zhen, who had been like a fool before, could suddenly write such a good poem.

Could it be that he had been pretending all along? How terrible!

Young Master Cui still has high hopes for himself.

No! We can't let a fool beat us!

Thinking of this, Lin Feng immediately shouted.

"He copied it, that's for sure!"

Everyone was stunned and turned to look at Lin Feng. At this time, Lin Feng's elegant demeanor was no longer there, replaced by anger and frustration.

"Yes, that idiot must have copied it, or it must have been plagiarism!"

The scholars around Cui Wu also shouted loudly.

Qian Shu glanced at them coldly and said sternly, "There are three poems by Li Zhen. I will read them to you next."

"Wow!"

"what?"

"How can this be?"

"Master Qian, are you kidding?"

Lin Feng clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly.

No! Impossible! He must have copied it!

Lin Feng said this to himself over and over again in his heart.

"The breeze from the lake cools the sill, and the pond is filled with water chestnuts. Wild boats are on the shore, nestling against the spring grass, and water birds fly with the waves to the sunset. The sound of reed leaves seems like fog and rain, and the waves are endless like Xiaoxiang. The sailboat is floating back to the east, and they look at each other all day and miss their hometown."

……

"The west wind blows the waves of Laobei Lake, and Xiangjun's hair turns white overnight. After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is over the water, and the boat is full of sweet dreams that overwhelm the clear river."

Qian Shu finished reading and nodded.

The audience was completely silent.

"What a wonderful thing! A boat full of sweet dreams is floating on the clear river. How wonderful!"

A soft shout woke everyone up.

"Yes! These three poems all have the style of a great poet. This fool was able to produce such a masterpiece in such a short time. He is truly a genius in the poetry world!"

"Brother Li's three poems have taught me that there is always someone better than you. At such a young age, he has such poetic talent. Ma Mo knows that he is far behind Master Li. I will withdraw from this poetry gathering. Everyone, Ma Mo is leaving!"

Ma Mo bowed to Qian Shu, laughed and left.

The people in the audience looked at Li Zhen in silence with strange expressions.

At this time, most people believed that these three poems were written by Li Zhen.

Because people of that era, although they could not compose poetry, were very good at appreciating poetry and could still tell good poetry from bad.

Moreover, anyone with such a high level of poetry must be a great poet. How is it possible that such a person needs to copy poems from other places?

"Maybe he's also using the money to buy poetry?"

A scholar beside Lin Feng shouted loudly.

With a loud "boom", the audience on and off the stage burst into laughter.

Someone has already refuted it.

"Li Zhen is a fool, he has no source of income, he is extremely poor, where does he get the money to buy poems? If he has extra money to buy poems, why would he make that bet with Master Cui for just two hundred taels of silver?"

"Yup!"

People were talking a lot.

Li Zhen looked calm. The current dynasty was the Sui Dynasty. Most of the poems he copied were from the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties. He was the only one who knew these poems now. So for the world, how could it be considered plagiarism?

Qian Shu looked at Li Zhen's expression, which was calm and composed, neither arrogant nor impatient. Hmm, not bad! He is a good candidate!

He stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "Then the winner of this round of poetry competition is Li Zhen from Shenxing Town. Do you have any objections?"

Everyone looked at each other and no one said anything. Yes, anyone with a discerning eye can tell whether a poem is good or bad, so who would dare to object?

When Cui Wu saw that things were not going well, he quickly winked at Su Ning who was standing next to Lin Feng.

Suning nodded in understanding and immediately called out.

"I have objections!"

Suning stared at Li Zhen with a gloomy expression and spoke.

"This man was a fool in his previous life. He couldn't even recite the Three Character Classic. How could he create such a masterpiece today? How can we scholars feel ashamed? I say he must have stolen it from somewhere. Tell me the truth, how did you get this poem?"

"Yes, yes! Tell me, how did you suddenly become able to compose poetry?"

Cui Wu's people immediately started clamoring.

Li Zhen narrowed his eyes and looked at Suning coldly.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Suning still stared at Li Zhen and said proudly.

"The second son of the Su family in Daxing, Su Ning."

Li Zhen frowned and said with disgust.

"Just say your name. Why do you have to mention your father's official position? Are you here to compete with your father?"

"The laws of our dynasty stipulate that malicious slander and false accusations of plagiarism will lead to the deprivation of official title and exile once the facts are verified. Tell me, why did you, a pretty boy, falsely accuse me? Tell me the truth!"

After being righteously criticized by Li Zhen, Suning immediately became weak and hesitant.

"What are you up to? You actually accused me of copying a poem. Show me the evidence, or I'll make you pay!"

Su Ning was now angry and aggrieved, and he stammered, "I...I...you can't possibly write a poem like this anyway."

"What kind of poem I write has nothing to do with you? You can't write it yourself, so you say others plagiarized it. I think you are jealous. Tell me, what is your intention? If you don't explain it clearly today, I will definitely take you to see the officials. Even if your father is the governor of Daxing, he can't protect you. There are so many dignitaries at the scene. If that happens, your father will be stripped of his official position. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

"I……"

Cold sweat broke out on Suning's forehead and he was about to make an excuse.

Li Zhen took a step forward, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, staring at Su Ning's eyes, and an invisible pressure rushed straight to Su Ning's brain.

Suning felt dizzy and spoke involuntarily.

"Master Cui wants to punish this fool, and wants him to kneel down and kowtow to him and call him grandpa to relieve his hatred. I... I want to lend a helping hand to Master Cui!"

"boom!"

The scene was boiling, and most people present looked at Suning with disdain.

"How despicable! This guy is unworthy of being a scholar. He really brings shame to scholars!"

"It is so shameless to slander others for stealing poems just because you don't have the ability. I am ashamed to be associated with them!"

"I bother!"

Cui Wu glanced at Su Ning, whose face was pale and eyes were dull, and ordered his men to take him away.

The people in the audience watched Li Zhen crush Suning under his feet in just a few words. There was no longer any contempt for Li Zhen, but instead a hidden admiration and awe.

It’s better not to provoke him. This is what happened to Suning.

The few people who had followed Cui Wu and mocked Li Zhen quietly slipped behind the crowd, fearing that they would be noticed by Li Zhen.

This man was sharp-tongued and had a powerful aura. He was definitely not the foolish man in the legend who couldn't even write his own name.

Which bastard spread the rumor and made me embarrassed here!

Find him out and make him pay the price!