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

The format of this poetry competition is "poetry battle", that is, the judges set the questions, the winner will be the champion, and everyone else can come forward to challenge. The champion can enter the next level after successfully defending the challenge three times. The final winner will have the opportunity to learn from Mr. Qian Shu, a contemporary great scholar and the head of Bailu Academy.

Ever since Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty introduced the imperial examination system, successive emperors of the Sui Dynasty have admired poetry and prose. As the most prominent academy in the Sui Dynasty, Bailu Academy has always been the cradle of imperial examination candidates. If one could receive personal guidance from the head of the academy, Mr. Qian Shu, it would be of great benefit to both one's career and reputation.

Inside the Baoyue Tower, there is a large hall in the middle. Inside the hall, the great scholar Qian Shu sits in the middle and praises a poem repeatedly.

"Dean Qian, please read Master Lin Feng's masterpiece so that we can spread it far and wide!"

The people next to him couldn't wait any longer.

"Yes, yes! Wing Chun's poems have almost been written by those new-school poets who are whining for no reason. It's a rare opportunity for Master Lin Feng to publish another masterpiece. Dean Qian, please read it to everyone..."

The audience was very enthusiastic.

During the Sui and Tang dynasties, emperors of all dynasties admired poetry and prose. As long as it was a good work, no matter it was poetry or lyrics, it would be widely circulated and even become a sensation regardless of the author's family background.

Qian Shu stroked his beard and smiled, "Don't worry, everyone. I will read Master Lin Feng's masterpiece now."

The audience listened attentively.

"I am about to return home, and several Luofu trees are sprouting. I sigh that there are too many white eyes on the ox head, and pity that there are too few sweet melons on the mouse tail. The third day is full of wine from the journey, and the fifteenth day is full of bitter vegetable flowers. I escaped from the plague sea and passed the summer, when will I be able to plant mulberry and hemp."

"This is a seven-character poem, a good poem, a good artistic conception!"

Qian Shu stroked his beard and sighed.

The people around were shaking their heads and reciting silently, all trying to appreciate the artistic conception of the poem.

There was a man on the poetry stage, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, wearing flowing green clothes and having a pretty face. He looked like a handsome and elegant young man. He kept bowing to the people around him. This man was Lin Feng, the aide of Cui Hu, the prefect of Daxing Prefecture.

Lin Feng is quite talented and eloquent. He is admired by the talented men and beautiful women in Daxing City because of his romantic and talented character. It is because of this that he caught the eye of Cui Hu, the prefect of Daxing, and was hired as his aide to give Cui Hu advice.

Hearing the compliments from others, Lin Feng clasped his hands together and said, "No, no, I am just a little knowledgeable in literature, I really don't deserve your kindness!"

Although he spoke modestly, there was no trace of humility in his eyes and eyebrows. Instead, there was a hint of arrogance.

"Everyone, Master Lin has defended the title three times. If there is no objection, then Master Lin will be the top of today's poetry gathering..."

Organizer Wu Yuquan shouted loudly.

"Wait a minute!"

Following the voice, everyone looked and saw a man in plain clothes and a blue shirt bowing to Qian Shu.

"I am not talented, please teach me some tricks, Master Lin!"

The person who spoke was Li Zhen.

"Where did this wild boy come from? How dare he challenge the famous Master Lin? I think he is overestimating himself!"

"Yes, yes!"

The onlookers were talking about it, including many of Lin Feng’s fans and friends.

"Who did I think he was? Isn't this the stupid boy from the Shenxing Li family? He wants to compete in a poetry competition. How ridiculous!"

"The foolish boy from the Shenxing Li family? Who is this?"

"This boy is born stupid. He has studied for more than ten years and can't even recite a sentence from the Three Character Classic, let alone participate in a poetry competition?"

"Get out of here, you idiot! Those who come to participate in the poetry conference must be people of profound knowledge. You, a fool, should not join in the fun!"

The onlookers were talking a lot.

At this time, a man who looked like a nobleman took out a silver ingot from his arms, which weighed about five taels. He weighed it with his hand and said to Li Zhen.

"Come here, idiot. I have five ounces of silver here. Use it to buy some food. Don't embarrass yourself here!"

"Oh, you fool, five taels of silver is equivalent to your family's annual income, take the silver and get out!"

The servant next to the young master laughed wildly, without any regard for the people around him.

"This man is Cui Wu, the third son of the prefect of Daxing Prefecture. His family is very powerful, so it's best not to provoke him, Brother Li."

Wang Ke next to him whispered in Li Zhen's ear.

At this time, Cui Wu was also looking at him, with the corners of his mouth curved upwards, his eyes full of ridicule and disdain, without a trace of concealment.

Li Zhen's pupils shrank slightly.

How could this person know my background? Interesting! Let's see what they want to do.

"What are you doing, kid? Take the money and get out of here!"

Cui Wu waved his hand without any trouble.

The head of the courtyard, Qian Shu, on the stage, chuckled, "Mr. Cui, he is a guest from afar, so what's wrong with giving him a chance?"

Cui Wu turned around and said to Qian Shu.

"Don't blame me, Dean. He is a fool who doesn't know how to write, let alone etiquette. I will apologize on his behalf!"

Li Zhen's face turned cold. "Who do you think you are? How can you replace me? In ancient times, people served in the army and paid off their father's debts. Otherwise, you kowtow to me three times in person, and I will give you a chance to make amends for me!"

Cui Wu was furious, "Fool, you are looking for death!"

As the third son of the Cui family, he had always been flattered by everyone and had never encountered such humiliation. At this moment, he even had the idea of ​​killing Li Zhen.

Qian Shu waved his hand and said, "Anyone who enters the venue can participate in the poetry gathering. How can we deprive others of the opportunity to attend the gathering just because of our status?"

Cui Wu bullied others by taking advantage of his power. He had experienced ups and downs in his career and could see through it at a glance. He did not like the behavior of these despicable people who took advantage of their power.

Cui Wu bowed to Qian Shu.

"Master Qian, don't you know that he is a fool? He can't even write his own name. He can't keep his family property and relies on his sister's embroidery to support him. Why let such a despicable person participate in the poetry meeting?"

Qian Shu frowned, "Mr. Cui, be careful with your words. Although I don't know this young man, he should not be the person you are talking about!"

As the head of the world-famous Bailu Academy, he naturally has his own way of observing people. Different people have different temperaments.

Although this young man in blue had patched clothes, he had an imposing bearing. People with such a bearing were not ordinary people, and at the very least they would become generals or prime ministers.

Qian Shu bowed to Li Zhen and asked, "May I ask what your name is, young friend?"

"My junior, Li Zhen."

Li Zhen bowed to Qian Shu and felt a sense of goodwill towards him.

"My dear friend Li Zhen, please take a seat. I will not make a mistake in judging you. If the facts are really as Master Cui said, then there must be something hidden!"

"Thank you!"

He didn't expect that Qian Shu had such a sharp eye that he could see that he was different from others.

He was about to take a seat.

"Wait a minute!"

"Little Li Zhen, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Cui Wu on the side jumped up again and said with a grim smile.

"If you can really write a poem and successfully defend the challenge, I will give you two hundred taels!"

"If you can't..."

"What's going to happen?"

Li Zhen remained calm.

Cui Wu licked his lips, his eyes sparkling.

"I want you to kneel on the ground and call me grandpa three times!"