The empress is wild and cool, and I'll help her secure her throne

"Okay!"

Ye Qianxuan readily agreed, and then said with a smile:

"A building near water will catch the moon first, and flowers and trees facing the sun will easily bloom in spring!"

At that moment, the whole audience was silent.

The first to get the moon is the one near the water!

This sentence is wonderful!

Gong Anyi froze in place. These two lines of poetry were very subtle, using natural scenery to illustrate the priority gained by proximity to something. How should he respond to such a sentiment?!

What kind of poem should be written to compare with this line “near the water and the tower”!

Gong Anyi's face turned red in an instant.

It is easy to write about flowers and the moon; it is a little difficult to write about such an idea; and it is harder than climbing to the sky to write something better than the sentence "near the water tower"!

Seeing Gong Anyi being humiliated, the empress's face lit up with joy. She leaned back slightly on the phoenix chair, and her fingers tapped the armrest unconsciously.

The faces of the people in the Southern Wu delegation were extremely ugly!

Originally, Gong Anyi was at a disadvantage when he was competing with a corpse tailor for the Feihua Order!

In addition, Gong Anyi had just said that he could definitely write better poems than Ye Qianxuan, but he was slapped in the face by the saying "He who is near the water gets the moon first" right after he came up!

I feel so ashamed!

How can I face the elders of Southern Wu if I go back like this!

There was such a skilled corpse-sewist among the people of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty!

Xia Ruoxi was stunned when she saw Gong Anyi, who was speechless after being confronted by Ye Qianxuan!

wrong!

This loser can't possibly be so talented!

It must be by chance that he met a great scholar, and with the help of the great scholar, he copied it here!

"That doesn't make sense?"

Ye Qianxuan sneered, his expression full of sarcasm!

"No! Impossible! How could a mere corpse-sewist like you possibly be able to write a line like 'The first to see the moon from a tower near water'? You must have copied this!"

Gong Anyi raised his hand, pointed at Ye Qianxuan and said in a trembling voice.

Ye Qianxuan sneered, too lazy to prove himself.

After all, these poems were copied by myself!

Empress An Luoyu looked at Ye Qianxuan with her beautiful eyes, and then said loudly: "Master Gong, if you have evidence to prove that Ye Qianxuan copied it, then show it to me!"

"If you have no evidence and can't write a better poem than this, please go and apologize to me, the Great Doctor of Dong Zhou!"

The Southern Wu envoys were in a panic:

"Master Gong, please write quickly!"

"Master Gong! You are the poet sage!"

Gong Anyi knew he was no match for his opponent, but still said shamelessly, "You, a little corpse tailor, must have received these poems from a great scholar after you were sewing a corpse for his relative. Coincidentally, they contain verses about flowers and the moon!"

Ye Qianxuan sneered, "You old scoundrel, you're truly shameless! Back then, when I, the great doctor of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, lost, I drowned myself in the sea, preserving the integrity of a scholar! Yet you're here, constantly making excuses and slandering me. How ridiculous!"

"You! How dare you, a lowly corpse seamstress, be so arrogant!" Gong An was shaking with anger!

"Old scoundrel, you can't even compare to a lowly corpse-sewer like me, and you still have the nerve to get angry here?"

Gong An was so angry that he couldn't breathe, and a sweet feeling ran through his throat...

puff……

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Gong Anyi was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.

"Master Gong!"

Everyone from the Southern Wu delegation immediately helped Gong Anyi sit down!

The empress couldn't help but clap her hands, and her smile became even wider!

Everyone in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty also sneered:

"Hey! Can you guys do this? If you can't match up, just admit defeat!"

"That's right! What's the point of being a scoundrel here, spitting blood?"

Gong Anyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said while panting:

"You...you must have copied it!"

"I just don't believe you can write such a good poem again!"

Ye Qianxuan laughed loudly:

"Okay! Then today, I will make a fool of myself!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Qianxuan read aloud:

"The spring scenery is so irritating that I can't sleep. The moon casts shadows of flowers on the railings..."

"A pear tree in blossom, a moon in the stream, I wonder to whom it belongs to tonight..."

"Today, the flowers and the moon look exactly the same, but how can I feel the same as before..."

"..."

Ye Qianxuan began to recite one poem after another containing the words "flowers" and "moon", each of which could be regarded as a famous line through the ages, causing Gong Anyi's eyes to widen for a moment!

puff……

Listening to one incomparable and wonderful sentence after another that he himself could not write, Gong Anyi spat out a mouthful of blood again, feeling that his status as a poet saint could no longer be maintained!

But Ye Qianxuan didn't want to let him go. Instead, he walked slowly to Gong Anyi's side and said with a smile:

"Finally, I have a poem for Lord Gong!"

"When autumn arrives on September 8th, my flower will bloom and all other flowers will die! The fragrance will soar through Lin'an, and the whole city will be covered in golden armor!"

Lin'an is the capital of Southern Wu!

In the first two sentences, Ye Qianxuan is saying that your identity as the poet will be mine sooner or later!

In the last two sentences, Ye Qianxuan is saying that Southern Wu will eventually belong to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty!

The parallelism is neat, the intention is arrogant, the murderous aura is awe-inspiring, and the momentum is magnificent!

A perfect sentence!

"You arrogant brat... Puff!"

Gong Anyi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and then fainted completely!

"We won! Our Eastern Zhou won!"

On the Dong Zhou side, everyone started shouting excitedly, completely losing any reserve they had as Confucian scholars!

This not only means that the Eastern Zhou Dynasty has taken over Nansha City, but also means that the Eastern Zhou Dynasty's culture and Taoism, which has been suppressed for three hundred years, can now be proud!

And the one who did all this was just a small corpse tailor!

Xia Ruoxi also looked at Ye Qianxuan in shock. At this moment, she seemed to be meeting this man for the first time!

A trace of regret inexplicably arose in her heart, but she quickly denied it!

"After all, he's just a lowly corpse-stitcher! How can he be compared to me, General Hongxiu?"

The empress happily stood up and walked down from the phoenix chair. The tail of her phoenix robe dragged behind her, looking majestic and domineering.

"You lost!"

"After today, Nanwu will withdraw from Nansha City!"

"I hope you will keep your promise and not be laughed at by the world!"

The faces of the members of the Southern Wu delegation were extremely ugly. After signing the Treaty of Nansha City, they hurriedly left the Honglu Temple with Gong Anyi!

Seeing the dejected look of the Southern Wu delegation, Ye Qianxuan took credit: "Your Majesty, I have fulfilled your mission!"

"Well, that's good. I'll promote you to Yellow Room 3. I'll have someone deliver the thousand-year-old ginseng to you shortly!"

"Thank you, Empress."

Ye Qianxuan was secretly happy that the curse could finally be broken!

"Today, the palace is holding a banquet to celebrate. All civil and military officials must attend. Don't leave until you are drunk!"

This time, Dong Zhou won the literary battle against Southern Wu. This was an extraordinary event, and the empress was very happy!

Let’s see who will say that the Eastern Zhou Dynasty valued military power over culture!

The banquet lasted until the evening.

Ye Qianxuan also participated and was forced to drink a lot of wine by the Confucian scholars of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

The question that was asked most often was the name of the last poem, "When my flower blooms, all other flowers die."

Ye Qianxuan thought about it, and while he was grateful for the integrity of Dr. Qian Zhong, he also wanted to flatter Anlu Academy, so he made up a name - "Honglu Temple Fu Qian Zhong".

This poem is named after you, the great doctor of Anlu Academy, and you are not grateful to me! ?

Sure enough, these Eastern Zhou Confucian scholars became even more admired of Ye Qianxuan after hearing his fame!

When we got back, the bright moon was already high in the sky!

He hummed a little tune, feeling very happy, and slowly returned to his yellow room number 4, but he heard lively laughter and the rich smell of ginseng soup coming from inside!

Immediately, he sobered up half way!