After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

great poem!

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up!

If the previous poem described the scene of the Double Ninth Festival in autumn, then this poem describes the gathering in Yong Palace today to talk about the scene of the Double Ninth Festival.

The first two poems were both such masterpieces that the pressure fell on the last one, Fang Ping, who had not yet performed.

The opponent is so powerful that Fang Ping would not be able to survive here if he didn't have some skills.

Emperor Yong felt his palms sweating at this moment. Although he had heard of Fang Ping's name as the immortal poet and let Zhao Hua arrange everything at the palace banquet, in the final analysis, he didn't know Fang Ping very well.

If Dayong loses the first match, how can they restore their reputation?

Everyone felt the solemn atmosphere at this moment. Chen Yan approached Gu Mingzhe and asked softly, "Brother Gu, the other party is not friendly. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with them!"

There was worry in Gu Mingzhe's eyes. These two poems were indeed of extremely high quality.

Even he was not absolutely sure of winning.

He had even less confidence in Fang Ping. However, it didn't matter whether he made a fool of himself or not. What mattered was that he had to take the lead next.

Gu Mingzhe hinted to the others to quickly compose a poem silently so that they could be prepared for any emergency later.

At this moment, the third poem was slowly unfolding. Everyone craned their necks to see it clearly. Those who were far away could only wait for the young eunuch to recite:

【As a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family all the more during every festive occasion. 】

As soon as the first two sentences came out, Yelu Zhen felt his heart skip a beat, and suddenly he had a bad premonition.

Then the eunuch's voice continued:

I know my brothers are climbing the mountain, but there's one less person wearing the dogwood branches. (From Wang Wei's "Remembering My Brothers in Shandong on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month" in the Tang Dynasty)

As soon as the voice fell, a cry of surprise was heard in the hall. Everyone was originally immersed in the poetry, but this cry disturbed their interest.

Turning back, he saw Zhang Wanting, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Pingning, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, her eyes full of disbelief!

A time traveler and a plagiarist.

This Fang Ping was actually her fellow villager!

If she wasn't sure about Princess Zhaohua's identity just now, she could confirm Fang Ping's identity right away!

This is a poem by Wang Wei!

He actually dared to openly copy poems at the Double Ninth Festival Palace Banquet celebrated by four countries!

At this moment, Zhang Wanting felt that this scene was extremely exciting. Since she traveled through time, she had been staying in the backyard of the Marquis' Mansion and did not dare to make any other moves at all.

But she didn't expect that her fellow villager could be so bold!

What if Princess Zhaohua is also her fellow villager?

Zhang Wanting was shaking with excitement. Look at others, then look at yourself?

There is no harm without comparison!

Later, she would have to find a way to confirm what kind of character Fang Ping was. Of course, as a otaku, she would not bother with it if she could.

Let's see what will become of these two troublesome fellow villagers.

Hey, why bother with other people? She can’t even protect herself now!

Thinking of what she overheard the day before, Zhang Wanting silently worried for herself.

She thought to herself that if Princess Zhaohua and Fang Ping were her fellow villagers, she would definitely think of a way to ask them for help!

In the lobby, three poems were displayed!

It was obvious who was higher and who was lower. Yelu Zhen's fingers, hidden under his sleeves, kept stroking the tourmaline bracelet, thinking about how to respond next?

Either of the first two poems is an excellent poem when taken alone.

But unfortunately, Fang Ping appeared.

The first line he opened with was a famous quote from ancient times, which vividly expressed the homesickness and remembrance of brothers on the Double Ninth Festival.

Not only him, but all those who have left home will be touched when they hear the sentence "Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family all the more during the holidays"!

Gu Mingzhe, Chen Yan and others were so shocked by this sudden masterpiece that they stood there in shock!

"Brother Gu, are you sure that the poems you write can surpass those of Fang Ping?" Fu Lin asked softly. He prided himself on being a talented scholar in Kyoto, but at this moment, he felt a little guilty!

Gu Mingzhe shook his head slightly, with a hint of disbelief in his slightly stagnant eyes. It was obvious that the man was just an unknown person!

After all, if he was really that talented, he would have already become famous throughout Dayong.

But Gu Mingzhe forgot that Fengcheng was not close to Kyoto, and Fang Ping had been deliberately keeping a low profile before. After Zhong Ning left Beijing, no famous poems appeared.

Over time, everyone naturally forgot about him.

But today, at the Chongyang Palace Banquet, he shocked many people who were not optimistic about him.

Throwing a brick to attract jade, if he is the brick, then who dares to be the beautiful jade?

Zhong Ning sat in the middle, playing with the jade cup in her hand. Ripples of light shone under her beautiful eyes, and an unparalleled smile was etched in her eyes.

This time, she is going to make a fortune.

Fang Ping, who had asked the Black Dragon Guard to place a bet for her the day before yesterday, directly bet 10,000 taels of silver. With a ten-to-one odds, she could win at least 100,000 taels!

Fang Ping, ah Fang Ping, you are truly my God of Wealth!

I will definitely treat you to a big meal later!

Thinking this way, Zhong Ning was somewhat anticipating the joy of counting money until his hands were sore, but suddenly he heard a thunderous voice of praise from above the throne: "Excellent! As expected of a student from Dayong, this poem is superb!"

Prime Minister Gu Ming also stroked his short beard and smiled as he continued, "Seventh Prince, Second Prince, you should have already figured out which poem is better!"

Yelu Zhen suppressed the anger that was constantly surging in his heart and said calmly and frankly: "Master Fang's poems are truly famous throughout the ages. I, the Northern Di, cannot compare to them!"

Li Yuanche was also secretly annoyed, "This game, Dayong will definitely win!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhong Ning, regardless of the unhappy expressions of others, took the lead in applauding.

The little hands clapped loudly, and the people behind followed suit.

Then, thunderous applause suddenly resounded throughout the palace.

Emperor Yong glared at Zhong Ning angrily and said, "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile!"

Zhong Ning rolled his eyes at him. It’s already this late, and you’re still being low-key!

Emperor Yong was so angry that he fell backwards!

"Chongming, you go in the second round!" Yelu Zhen called out the slightly frail young man in white sitting at the back of the delegation.

Yue Chongming is the grandson of the great Confucian scholar.

He was taught by a great scholar from Yue since he was young. He is very intelligent and his wisdom is almost demonic, not inferior to that of the Seventh Prince himself.

The reason I sent him out to fight this time was to test Fang Ping's level again.

If that famous quote was just a lucky coincidence, then there would be no need to worry. But if it was a famous poem, then his strength was quite impressive.

He can't go up in the third round.

So that the other party won’t step on his reputation and leap forward!

Li Yuanche also had the same idea. It was okay to be embarrassed in the first round, but he had to get back at them no matter what in the next round.

"Long Qi, you go!"

A young Hanlin named Long Qi also appeared. He was the top scorer in the imperial examination held by Xirong two years ago in imitation of Dayong.

Bo Gao, who competed in the first round, was the third overall pick in the same year.

He is good at poetry and policy making, and is a potential newcomer of the new generation in the Xirong court.

On the Dayong side, Fang Ping is still the one holding the fort!