After our homes were confiscated and we were exiled, the women in my clan and I raised a million sol

After hearing Zhang Liang's words, everyone present straightened up involuntarily, with anticipation glittering in their eyes.

The exciting duel between the two poems just now had already pushed their emotions to a climax, and they were full of curiosity and interest in the upcoming competition.

Everyone wondered whether Zhang Liang could continue to display his amazing talent under such pressure.

He Tianshun nodded and was about to announce the next question when he was suddenly interrupted by Chu Xun's voice.

"Mr. He! Please wait a moment!"

There was a hint of nervousness and urgency in Chu Xun's voice, which surprised everyone present.

He Tianshun looked at Chu Xun suspiciously and asked, "What do you want?"

Chu Xun took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Then he cupped his hands and said respectfully, "Mr. He! And everyone! Can I come up with the questions this time?"

As soon as he said this, the whole audience suddenly started whispering.

People speculated about Chu Xun's intentions. Some thought that he wanted to find an opportunity to turn the tables in this game, while others thought that he was jealous of Zhang Liang and wanted to suppress him in this way.

However, no matter what people thought, Chu Xun had already made his decision.

He thought that Zhang Liang must have written similar poems before like him, so he decided to take the initiative and come up with a random topic to catch Zhang Liang off guard.

After hearing Chu Xun's words, He Tianshun frowned, obviously displeased with Chu Xun's proposal.

Participants in the competition set their own questions, which has never happened before in previous competitions.

He Tianshun believed that Chu Xun's move not only broke the rules of the game, but also was a challenge to his authority.

He looked at Chu Xun coldly, with dissatisfaction and disappointment flashing in his eyes.

However, He Tianshun ignored Chu Xun's suggestion and continued to announce his unfinished words: "This time, the topic is wine!"

Chu Xun noticed the dissatisfaction on He Tianshun's face, and his heart sank.

He knew that he had offended He Tianshun this time, but he had no way out.

Now that the words were out of his mouth, he could only bite the bullet and continue. He took a deep breath and said, "Since Mr. He has already given the topic, let's talk about wine."

Hearing Chu Xun's words, Yang Bao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yang Bao's laughter sounded particularly harsh in the quiet scene, making Chu Xun's face even uglier.

Chu Xun clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

He knew that he had become the laughing stock of the whole place, but he couldn't just give up like that. He wanted to make Zhang Liang a rat crossing the street and have everyone shout and beat him up. He wanted to get those women!

Chu Xun tried hard to suppress his anger and made his voice sound calm and polite. He turned to Zhang Liang and said, "Last time I went first, this time it's your turn! Your Highness, please!"

There was a subtle nervousness in his tone, because he knew that the reason he asked Zhang Liang to come first this time was entirely because he had never written a poem about wine and needed time to conceive and prepare.

In addition, such humility may be able to slightly restore his image in the eyes of the public that has been damaged by his previous behavior.

When Zhang Liang heard this, he did not respond immediately, but stood there quietly with deep eyes, as if he was quickly screening poems or inspirations related to wine in his mind.

He did not reject Chu Xun's proposal, which made Chu Xun secretly relieved, and also made the others present more curious about how Zhang Liang would deal with this sudden challenge.

There was a subtle tension in the air. Everyone was waiting for Zhang Liang to speak, wondering if this young talent could produce another amazing work.

After a moment, Zhang Liang's voice rang out.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters coming from heaven, rushing to the sea and never returning? Have you not seen the sorrow of the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned to snow in the evening..."

After hearing Zhang Liang's poem, He Tianshun's eyes widened and he murmured, "This poem..."

His voice was filled with disbelief and shock.

Everyone was shocked, their faces filled with surprise and admiration, as if they were deeply touched by the power of the poem.

This poem is like a surging Yellow River pouring down from the sky, rushing straight towards the vast East China Sea without looking back.

It also seems to depict the sadness and helplessness of black hair turning into white hair, making people feel the vicissitudes and depth of the passing of time.

These two lines of poetry are magnificent, bold and calm, showing the poet's extraordinary mind and bearing.

He Tianshun was so excited that his whole body was shaking. He kept praising it, "Excellent! Excellent! This poem can be called a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"

Yang Bao nodded repeatedly, his voice rising a few degrees as he said, "I have never heard such a heroic poem!"

Qin Youlan looked at Zhang Liang in shock. Even he was stunned by the broad-mindedness and magnanimity contained in the poem.

She said slowly, "This poem will live forever!"

Zhong Xueqing and Wang Xueyi held their cheeks and looked at Zhang Liang with admiration.

Their eyes were full of admiration, as if at this moment, Zhang Liang had become the most dazzling existence in their hearts.

He Tianshun quickly took out a pen and paper and murmured, "Such a good poem, I must write it down!"

He picked up the brush and wrote the poem on the paper.

Chu Xun looked at the people in the hall, his face pale. He knew he had lost.

Chu Xun knew that with just these two lines of poetry, he couldn't catch up even if he praised his horse! When a poem of this level appeared, he could only look up to it from then on!

No one will give this poem to anyone else...

But why did you write this poem? Why? Why?

When Chu Xun thought of this, his face immediately twisted, his eyes filled with resentment and jealousy.

Zhang Liang glanced at Chu Xun indifferently, with a hint of contempt and disdain in his eyes.

"Using 'Song of the Wine' to deal with this guy, this is simply a king beating a bronze!"

However, this was Chu Xun's own fault.

At this time, He Tianshun and other students surrounded Zhang Liang, surrounding him tightly.

Their faces were filled with anticipation and excitement, as if they were waiting for a grand feast.

He Tianshun, holding a brush, pleaded, "Master Wang, why don't you read anymore? Please continue!"

His voice was full of eagerness and desire, and he was clearly looking forward to the next verse.

The students present hurriedly urged him on, saying, "This poem is definitely not finished yet! A line that will be passed down through the ages is about to emerge! Prince Wang, please, keep going!"

Their words revealed their recognition and admiration for Zhang Liang's talent, and also expressed their infinite expectations for this poem.

Even Zhang Liang's friends couldn't help but say, "Wen Zhuo, keep going! We're all waiting!"

Hearing his words, Zhang Liang nodded, and then said leisurely: "When life is happy, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon empty."

“When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest…”

He Tianshun murmured, "It's profound, moving, unrestrained, hiss...it's really wonderful!"

After Zhang Liang finished reading the rest of the poems, the people present were stunned for a long time.

After Zhang Liang finished reading the poem, he looked at Chu Xun and said to him, "How is it, Mr. Chu, do you think my poem is well written?"

"Have you finished thinking about that poem of yours? Or do you want to wait a little longer?"

There was a hint of provocation and teasing in his tone.

Looking at the playful smile on Zhang Liang's face, Chu Xun's expression instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

After a moment's silence, Chu Xun gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Liang reluctantly, "I admit defeat. I truly cannot match Prince Wang's poem."

After hearing his words, Zhang Liang bowed to He Tianshun and said, "Mr. He, now that Master Chu has admitted defeat, should he fulfill his promise to me?"

His words were full of anticipation and confidence, as if everything was within his expectations.

He Tianshun nodded slightly to show his agreement.