I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

Fang Yi was not in a hurry, with a hint of mockery on his face.

"It's just a few poems. Even if I were asked to write ten in one go, what would be the difficulty?"

After he finished speaking, everyone in the room was shocked.

Whether it is the transcendence of "Snow on the River" or the grandeur of "Golden Swords and Iron Horses", they are all masterpieces that are rare. Two of them are rare, and he dared to boast that he wrote ten in one go?

Arrogant words! In addition to Kenjiro Shinno, even Zhao Nansheng sneered.

Is this young man seeking humiliation?

"Okay, then you'll get what you want!"

A storm seemed to be brewing quietly among the gathering of literati.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Fang Yi holding up a wine cup, with a magnanimous and unrestrained light flashing in his eyes.

"The Zhao guest wears a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook shines like frost and snow; the silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it gallops like a star."

"Kill an enemy every ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles; when the work is done, leave in a dusty state, burying all the credit and fame."

As the poem came to an end, Fang Yi raised his head and drank the whole drink in one gulp with a heroic attitude.

When the scholars and writers present heard Fang Yi speak again, they all stared with bated breath, their hearts filled with excitement.

That poem was like thunder, shaking everyone's soul!

Before everyone could exclaim in amazement, Fang Yi laughed heartily and recited again:

"The grapes in the luminous cup are intoxicating, and the pipa is urging me to get on with my horse; don't laugh at me sleeping drunk in the training ground, for how many soldiers have ever returned since ancient times!"

"How is it? Are you satisfied? If not, I will continue..."

"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty shines on the border, but the people who marched thousands of miles have not returned; I hope that the Dragon City will fly over and prevent the Hu horses from crossing the Yinshan Mountains."

"I feel no pity for myself as I stand alone in a village, still thinking of defending the border and Luntai; deep in the night, the wind is strong and the rain is heavy, I dream of riding on iron horses across an icy river."

At this moment, Fang Yi was like an otherworldly immortal banished from the world, holding a wine cup, half drunk and half awake, and the poems he had memorized in his previous life poured out like a spring, one after another, impacting everyone's perception like a violent storm.

After he finished speaking, the entire pleasure boat fell silent. Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Fang Yi with eyes filled with astonishment and awe.

Each of these poems has the power to move the gods and ghosts and shake people's hearts. Who could have thought that this young talent could write each of them effortlessly, and each of them is a masterpiece, with every word a pearl.

Could it be that he is really the reincarnation of the immortal poet?

This kind of literary talent is hard to find in the whole Great Zhou. Even Kenjiro Shinno, Zhao Nansheng and others were dumbfounded, their hearts were filled with turmoil and could not calm down.

"Prince of Japan, what do you think of the poem I just read?" Fang Yi broke the silence, holding up the glass in one hand and lightly stepping on the edge of the table with one foot, with a majestic demeanor.

"If you still don't accept, I can recite another hundred poems. Don't worry, I always believe in convincing people with reason. If you still don't accept, I will fight until you accept..."

Fang Yi's joking words made Kenjiro Shinno pale and extremely embarrassed. If he dared to refute at this time, he would probably anger everyone and become the target of public criticism.

What a joke! Does a person who can write poetry like a fountain need to plagiarize?

What's more, even if you want to copy such exquisite verses, you can't find them anywhere in the world.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

On the second floor, Mu Yuqing, who had been silent the whole time, praised repeatedly, unable to hide her excitement, "Based on these poems alone, this young master is the best scholar in the world!"

"He is the best scholar in the world!" Mu Yuqing's evaluation carries a lot of weight, and no one dares to question it. But Fang Yi truly deserves the title.

"Miss Mu is absolutely right. This young man is extremely talented in poetry and should be the best candidate!"

"That's right. How dare a tiny country like you challenge our Great Zhou? Isn't that asking for humiliation?"

"This man is a role model for our generation. How can a barbarian compare to him?"

"It's so embarrassing. If it were me, I would want to find a hole in the ground to crawl into!"

Many talented people in the Great Zhou praised Fang Yi, and Fang Yi, who was at the center of the storm, ignited the fire of jealousy in Zhao Nansheng and Wu Tong's hearts.

Today's poetry gathering on the lake was originally a stage that Zhao Nansheng had carefully prepared for himself. He fantasized about taking all the limelight, becoming famous in the imperial city tomorrow, winning the reputation of scholars and attracting the favor of talented women.

However, all of this was taken away by an unknown person, and they felt very upset and miserable.

And Kenjiro Niino, under the ridicule of everyone, became extremely angry and filled with murderous intent.

"There is one more round, let's fight again!" Kenjiro Niino gritted his teeth, unwilling to give in to the humiliation of losing face.

"If you...if you recite another poem, I may win!"

If we don't save our face after such a great humiliation, how can we survive?

However, when Fang Yi heard this, he ignored Kenjiro Shinno's angry look.

He sat down in the chair leisurely and poured himself a glass of fine wine, as if the opponent in front of him was not worth mentioning at all.

"You have already failed two of the three questions. How can you be qualified to compete with me again? Return to Japan and practice hard to avoid being laughed at again."

Seeing how shameless Kenjiro Shinno was, all the talented people responded in unison.

"Why don't you retreat quickly! Practice more before you challenge me again. You have no talent or virtue, and you dare to pretend here?"

"He is truly born in an uncivilized land, he knows nothing of etiquette and has no regard for shame."

"It's great! It's really great!"

……

"You, you are courting death..."

Kenjiro Niino's face turned increasingly grim, and the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

Just as he was about to take action, a middle-aged man next to him stopped him in time.

He looked at Kenjiro Niino seriously, then shook his head slightly with an expressionless face.

Even though Kenjiro Niino was extremely unwilling, he had to endure it.

Only his eyes were still fixed on Fang Yi, with hatred still in them.

"Men of the Great Zhou, you and I have a grudge today!"

After saying these harsh words, Kenjiro Niino turned around and left angrily.

The middle-aged man glanced at Fang Yi meaningfully, and then followed suit.

After the two of them left, the pleasure boat was instantly filled with cheers.

The topic that everyone was talking about revolved around the poem that Fang Yi had just recited.

How could a tiny Japanese person actually dream of trampling all the talented people of the Great Zhou under his feet?

Fang Yi's move not only severely frustrated Kenjiro Shinno's arrogance,

It also made the literati of the Great Zhou proud and won them wide acclaim.

The talented scholars came forward one after another, raised their glasses to salute Fang Yi and express their admiration.

The music played again, the dancers danced gracefully, and snowflakes flew and fell into the lake, creating a prosperous scene.

"Ha, I appreciate your kindness, and I am very grateful."

After a few drinks, Fang Yi suddenly smiled and said, "It's just that I still have important things to do. I can continue drinking this cup when I return."

After saying this, he looked in the direction of the elegant seats on the second floor and walked up the stairs.

When everyone saw this, their eyes were filled with envy and jealousy.

I wish I could take his place and enjoy that glory.

According to the previous agreement, the winner of the poetry competition will become Mu Yuqing's guest of honor and have a long conversation with the beauty.

Fang Yi won the championship with an overwhelming victory and naturally became Mu Yuqing's VIP guest.

This kind of wonderful thing is the opportunity that many literati and children of the powerful dream of.