The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

"Good!" A sudden loud shout startled everyone, "That's great!" County Magistrate Xu said excitedly to the gentlemen, waving a piece of paper in his hand.

Several gentlemen hurriedly took it and began to read it. Everyone's face showed surprise, and their fingers were shaking as they pointed at the poem.

The students below were also getting restless, and those next to them began to whisper to each other.

"I wonder which brother's masterpiece has excited you gentlemen so much?"

"Brother Zhan Yang, this is your poem, right?"

Dong Zhanyang was sitting not far from the first seat, but the traces of text revealed by the pen and ink were quite different from his. He wrote a five-character regulated verse, but the traces that showed through were obviously seven-character regulated verse, which was definitely not his.

He smiled awkwardly and shook his head without comment.

......

County Magistrate Xu did not keep everyone in suspense and directly called out Chu Ning'an's name.

Chu Ning'an stood up gracefully and walked to the front of the group. He bowed to the people at the top and said, "I, Chu Ning'an, greet Lord Xu and the gentlemen."

When Fu Shanzhang of Hongyi Academy saw Chu Ning'an, he was very pleasantly surprised. "My friend, we meet again. This poem has a profound artistic conception and is of great talent. It is a rare masterpiece!"

"Master Fu, thank you for your kind words." Chu Ning'an bowed politely and said humbly.

"Chu Ning'an is truly talented. Master Fu is right. This is indeed a poem worthy of being passed down through the ages." County Magistrate Xu was very pleased to see that Chu Ning'an remained calm in the face of such praise. He looked up to him even more and felt comforted for his old friend. After years of waiting, he finally had such an outstanding disciple. It was a cause for celebration!

Dong Zhanyang had known that the poem wasn't his, but he hadn't expected it to be Chu Ning'an's. A feeling of unwillingness to admit defeat arose within him. He stepped forward, bowed, and said, "I, Dong Zhanyang, greet Master Xu. Gentlemen, our talent is limited and we haven't been able to write a poem worthy of being passed down. I wonder if you would allow us to appreciate Master Chu's masterpiece?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Dong Zhanyang's reputation for talent had long been known, but they hadn't expected him to be so impatient. The sourness in his tone was barely concealed, and the students couldn't help but smile in disapproval. How did this idiot even get the reputation of a genius? And he was even a hot candidate for the top spot in the county case? Could he have spread the rumor himself?

Several gentlemen shook their heads secretly, thinking that fame is something that cannot be fully trusted. With such a mentality, it would be difficult to go far.

"Hahaha..." Magistrate Xu laughed heartily. "Student Dong is absolutely right. This should indeed be passed around to all the students."

A servant stepped forward, holding the manuscript in his hands, and walked into the middle of the students, first stopping in front of Dong Zhanyang, "Sir, please take a look."

Everyone was very curious about what kind of poem could have won such endless praise from these people. Several people around him left their seats and came to Dong Zhanyang's side.

"What a wonderful line, 'A faint fragrance breaks the cold dream, and in the future, it will shine alone on the Xuanyuan Terrace.'" A student dressed in a light blue robe, with a handsome face and clear eyes, bowed deeply to Chu Ning'an and said loudly, "Mr. Chu is a man of great talent. Lin Qingchen is in awe."

His loud shout was like a heavy hammer that woke up the students from their nightmares. Everyone bowed to him in admiration, and even Dong Zhanyang had to express his admiration for him.

"Brother Ning'an, this is really a good poem. I have never seen you write one in the library before. I always thought you were not good at poetry, but I didn't expect that you have such great literary talent and became famous with one poem. It's a cause for celebration!" Yang Sixian squeezed in front of him and congratulated loudly, but these words sounded very interesting. Does this mean that Chu Ning'an is narrow-minded and keeps secrets from his classmates?

"Mr. Yang, thank you for your compliment. You have only been in Xingzhi Academy for five days, and you have traveled around Kunyang with your cousin. How could you allow Ning An to show off his ugliness?" This sentence exposed Yang Sixian's words and made everyone suddenly enlightened. However, the gentlemen present were all shrewd. What was there that they did not understand? It was okay to use others to climb up, but to use others and then step on them was not just cunning, but vicious.

"Brother Ning'an, you're joking...you're joking..." He originally thought that Chu Ning'an was just a poor boy from the village, who had no idea about the intrigues of the rich and powerful families, but he didn't expect that a simple sentence would force him to reveal his true identity.

Chu Ning'an didn't say much. He understood everything he needed to understand. There was no need to beat the man when he was down, which would only make him look like someone who was right and unreasonable.

County Magistrate Xu looked at Yang Sixian deeply, but his face remained expressionless. He didn't like his wife's nephew in the first place, so when he came to him, he declined on the grounds of being busy with official duties and sent him to his old friend. But he didn't expect that he would be so troublesome and never forgot to stir up trouble wherever he went. Today, he even brought those secrets of the backyard into the public eye. It was really unreasonable.