The prince is very cruel

"You!" The people from Shangyin Pavilion were furious, but were stopped by Qin Ke.

"Why would I bother with an old man who has been abandoned by the emperor? We are not from the same world."

He Zhijie left on his own and the conflict came to an end.

"Brother Guan, what did you say to him? This old man has such a bad temper, he actually left." Chen Tu was shocked.

Guan Ning smiled and said, "Nothing."

"I might need a favor from you later."

"What help do you need, Brother Guan? Just tell me. As long as it's something I can do, I will do my best!" Chen Tu patted his chest righteously.

Guan Ning said: "Help me get the Four Treasures of the Study!"

Chen Tu was startled: "But...but Brother Guan, this...didn't I just steal your reputation?"

"It doesn't matter. I only want the four treasures of the study. I'm not interested in anything else."

"This……"

Before long, the highlight of the poetry reading arrived.

Qin Ke was dressed in a white Confucian robe, exuding an indescribable sense of righteousness, but there was a desire for fame and fortune between his brows, and he lacked the casual and unrestrained nature of He Zhijie.

"Everyone, I declare that the first question in this competition for the Four Treasures of the Study is Farewell!"

“There is no limit to poetry, but the genre is limited to between men and women.”

The theme is separation, and the genre is love between a man and a woman. Such restrictions may seem ordinary, but in fact they greatly increase the difficulty. The poems are all written on the spot, so there are fewer choices and it is naturally more difficult.

In an instant, tens of thousands of scholars on Quetai, including many from prominent families and child prodigies, no longer hid themselves and began to think hard, competing for this only spot!

They all knew very well that winning would mean a meteoric rise to the top!

Including Guan Ning, they all started brainstorming immediately, frantically searching for poems they knew.

"I come!"

Suddenly, a man in his thirties walked out, speaking with unparalleled boldness, and chanted directly: "The small building meets the spring breeze, the bright moon shines on the startled wild geese, it must be a hundred years of life, just a moment of fleeting light!"

"it is good!"

As soon as this poem came out, the whole audience cheered.

But before this person could say anything, another young hero jumped out and started a fight.

"This poem is good, but listen to me!"

"The bow of the boat is covered with green clothes, and the river is covered with mist. I am going to the south of the Yangtze River and I am afraid I will never return."

"Fool, fool, fool!"

"..."

"It's my turn!" Another promising young man in brocade clothes jumped out, waving a feather fan and shaking his head.

"I asked the goddess where she was going, and the shepherd boy pointed to the distant white clouds."

“The clouds roll and disperse without a return date, but the flowers bloom and fall in due time.”

"..."

It has to be said that it is no exaggeration to describe this battle as a fight between gods.

Compared with the Qushui Liushang not long ago, this is the real bomb. Poems one after another have been constantly arousing applause, and the quality is far beyond the previous one.

Those writers who were previously named by He Zhijie were even more eloquent, and exaggerated the farewell to the extreme, which can be said to be the best of the best!

There are more than forty poems in total, but the strongest one is Lu Ziming's Peach Blossom Song. If nothing unexpected happens, he will win the first question.

As long as you win three games, you will win the championship.

Chen Tu couldn't help but wipe his sweat and felt tremendous pressure.

"Brother Guan, how about it, have you made up your mind?"

"You just revealed your trump card. If you did it now, you might be able to compete." He felt a little regretful.

Guan Ning's lips curled up. A trump card? It was just an unpopular and ordinary Tang Dynasty poem. He was afraid that if he brought up people like Li Bai and Su Dongpo, it would scare these ancient people to death.

But at this moment, he can no longer hide his weakness. If he doesn't use some ruthless tactics, he won't be able to control the situation!

Mr. Dongpo, you are not in this world anyway, so I am borrowing your peak power to do some good things by opening a school, so please don't mind.

"Brother Chen."

"Remember this, the poem is called Jiang Chengzi!"

"..."

Qin Ke smiled with satisfaction as he looked at the recorded poems. Pei Xingwen, who was not far away, was also very satisfied and immersed in some poems.

"Is there any more?" Qin Ke shouted to the people around him. He planned to decide the winner.

But it was a close call.

"Have!!"

Chen Tu shouted, his whole body shaking with nervousness.

Swish… Countless people's eyes converged on him again? But with the poem he had written earlier, no one dared to underestimate Chen Tu.

"Mr. Chen, I'm all ears." Qin Ke was very confident that Lu Ziming had won.