The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

The competition arena was filled with people from the Wu Kingdom watching!

That was such a lively scene!

The barbarian delegation brought with them the scholars who were preparing to compete with them and had a good time.

Today’s event is grand!

If we can defeat the Wu Kingdom in front of so many people, it will definitely make the Wu Kingdom lose face!

The contestant he brought today was a scholar he had selected from among thousands of barbarians.

We can definitely defeat the Wu Kingdom today and let these people from the Central Plains see how they, the barbarians, defeated their Wu Kingdom!

Emperor Wu sat on the dragon throne and glanced at the civil officials!

He was not worried at all about making any mistakes during the writing competition today.

So I feel particularly happy.

Ning Yi sat at the end of the table, eating calmly with Yang Ziqin.

He glanced around and found that the barbarian delegation brought many maids with them today.

One of them had a charming figure and dressed very differently.

And he always kept his head down and didn't show off.

This figure is very similar to the woman from that day.

Maybe he came to join in the fun.

Ning Yi stopped looking and just started drinking tea.

"Today we have a literary competition. Is the Right Prime Minister well prepared?" Emperor Wu chuckled lightly and asked the Right Prime Minister.

The Right Prime Minister smiled confidently and replied, "When it comes to literary competition, even if you prepare thoroughly, you can't compare to the Wu Kingdom!"

"Who doesn't know that the Wu Kingdom is famous for its literature?"

The Right Prime Minister's words seemed to be compliments, but in fact they were complete flattery.

Plus his determination to win.

If the Wu Kingdom lost, he would definitely make the Wu Kingdom lose face.

It also let the Wu Kingdom know that they had lost to the barbarians in the literary combat that they were best at!

"The Right Prime Minister is so modest!" Emperor Wu just smiled faintly and then waved his hand.

Soon the referee came on stage and announced the rules of the competition.

No cheat sheets are allowed, and no one is allowed to remind you.

No one is allowed to act like a rogue.

When these words were spoken, it was obvious that they were directed at the barbarians' previous behavior.

But the right prime minister just sneered and was full of confidence.

He didn't care at all about what the referee said, but looked at the civil officials with a provocative look.

"The competition begins!"

The barbarian who came on stage was a handsome young man, don't be fooled by his young age.

In fact, he was already the number one scholar among the barbarians when he was a child, and all the barbarians, young and old, regarded him as a child prodigy!

"Who from Wu State wants to compete with me?"

This former prodigy of the barbarian tribe, named Ahmad, puffed out his chest, looked around, and spoke with disdain.

He was very confident. He was the number one prodigy of the barbarians and the number one genius of the Manchus. In recent years, the literary talent of the Wu Kingdom had declined and no talents had emerged.

It would be easy for him to crush the literati of Wu State personally!

Hearing the barbarians' arrogant words, the people of Wu State were naturally furious!

"This barbarian guy is really arrogant. Doesn't he know that the barbarians just lost the fight a few days ago?"

"If I've already lost the fight, losing the fight of words is a foregone conclusion!"

People spoke one after another, and the scene became very lively for a while!

"I come!"

Under Ning Yi's arrangement, an equally young talent walked onto the stage.

This talented man was the top scorer in the last imperial examination, his name was Du Changfeng.

He also became famous at a young age, and with a height of eight feet and an elegant demeanor, he immediately attracted wild cheers from the people.

The first round of the literary duel was a tit-for-tat confrontation!

"What do you want to compete in?"

"It's your choice!"

Du Changfeng showed the prosperity of Wu State culture.

Specifically let the barbarians choose.

Ahmad sneered and said calmly, "Isn't your Wu Kingdom famous for poetry and prose?"

"Then we will compete in poetry and defeat you in the strongest poetry of your Wu country."

"Want to compete in poetry and prose? Then you'd better think it over carefully." Du Changfeng was a little surprised.

This barbarian is so arrogant. He is the top scorer in the last session.

The poetry is naturally strong!

"Let's compare poetry!"

"Just recite the best poem you've written!"

Ahmad continued speaking arrogantly.

At this time, Du Changfeng was cheered by the people.

He began to recite the poems he had written earlier.

"Spring flowers bloom early, so be early!"

“As flowers bloom and fall, life grows old easily!”

As Du Changfeng finished reciting.

Cheers immediately broke out at the scene.

"What a poem!"

"As expected of the number one scholar!"

Emperor Wu sat above and said with a smile.

At this moment, Ning Yi also had a smile on his face.

Although he did not specifically investigate whether the barbarians were capable of participating in literary competitions.

But the barbarians are a nomadic people and have always been strong in military power.

Culturally weak.

There won’t be many talented people.

At this time, Ahmad was not frightened by the poem.

Instead, he commented: "As expected of a talented scholar from Wu State, his poems are indeed good."

"But it's not that easy to beat me!"

"Since you wrote a poem about flowers, I'll write one too."

"The north wind blows people down, and all the flowers are withered."

"Who can tell the cold plum blossoms, blooming alone in the clear sky!"

Ahmad held his head high and chest puffed out, reciting the poem in a strong voice.

As his words fell.

There was silence.

But soon the barbarian delegation began to cheer.

"What a poem!"

"You are worthy of being the number one prodigy of my barbarian tribe back then!"

"This poem about plum blossoms is so good!"

At this time, Ning Yi suddenly said: "Objectively speaking, both poems are good!"

"It's a close match, hard to tell who's winning!"

"You two should continue to recite poetry!"

"Until one person falls far short, that person loses!"

"Well!"

"What the Sixth Prince said is absolutely right!"

"I also think these two poems are equally good!"

Ahmad also agreed.

But at this moment, Ning Yi stood up and spoke.

A maid standing among the delegation had a look of shock on her face.

Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were as big as bells.

He kept staring at Ning Yi.

First game, draw.

Then Ahmad began to recite poetry.

"The warm sun and gentle breeze of spring mountains, the railings and curtains of pavilions."

"In the courtyard, willows stand tall and straight, orioles and swallows dance, and the small bridge and flowing water are crimson!"

This is a poem about a spring day written with the clear sky and sand.

After this work was recited, it naturally shocked many civil officials of the Wu State.

They had never imagined that the barbarians could produce such talents!

They thought that the poem they just wrote was just luck, and it was a poem that took many years to write.

But when this poem came out, it was quite amazing!

They don't look like barbarians at all.

At this time, Du Changfeng also looked surprised. He didn't expect that his opponent would be so strong.

But she was not worried, because he had also written a poem called "Tian Jing Sha", which was a good poem with the name of a tune.

"Then it's my turn to recite!"

"A lonely spring sunset, fading clouds, light smoke, old trees, jackdaws."

"Under the shadow of a flying goose, there are green mountains and green waters, and hundreds of grasses with red leaves and yellow flowers!"

"This poem describes the autumn scene, which is just right for your spring."

Both of them recited excellent works!

Detonate the scene!

Everyone was cheering for them. Poetry and prose have such power!

"There's no need for me to say much this time. The showdown between Spring and Autumn is still too close to call!"

"I didn't expect the two of them to put on such a wonderful show of literary competition."