I am a winner with Chinese poetry

"Master Fang, I don't think so. Heaven and earth are imbued with righteous energy, flowing in all its forms. Below, it is the rivers and mountains; above, it is the sun and stars. This poem is filled with righteous energy, as if all things in heaven and earth are imbued with righteous energy. But the latter part describes being persecuted by treacherous people and trapped in a cell. Now, if you look closely at the center of this light column, isn't it the prison cell where the prisoners are being held?"

A sturdy and strong man not far from Fang Youxiu shook his head slightly in rebuttal. Although he looks big and strong, he is a delicate and thoughtful person.

A subtle flicker of displeasure crossed Fang Youxu's eyes, but it faded in an instant. He lifted his eyelids slightly and said calmly, "So, according to Patriarch Wei, the person who wrote this poem is being held in this small prison because he was wrongly accused. How absurd! Humph, this is simply a joke! Even with Prefect Liang in charge, it's a fool's dream for this small county magistrate to trap such a master!"

Fang Youyou's words were agreed by several family heads around him. In their opinion, the person who could write such poetry must be a great scholar who lived in seclusion. He was invited by Prefect Liang to visit the county government office and wrote this poem after gaining some insights.

Wei Yu and others stood behind the head of the Wei family. Instead of being as angry as before, they looked at each other with strange expressions, their eyes filled with deep disbelief.

Judging from the direction, the place where the light column was the most concentrated seemed to be the cell where Gu Yunzhou was. Could it be that this astonishing change was caused by him? This was truly shocking.

It wasn't just a few people who had this thought. Qionghua Pavilion's shopkeepers, Hua Erniang and Su Xun, also stood not far away with serious expressions. Unlike the others, they were 80% to 90% certain that the commotion was caused by Gu Yunzhou.

Hua Erniang possesses intelligence resources that are unimaginable to others, and Su Xun has been running around for Gu Yunzhou's affairs, so she has indirectly obtained first-hand information.

Not long ago, several young people from the Wei family went to visit the prison cell. Not long after they left, amazing changes took place in the cell where Gu Yunzhou was.

"This person must be kept alive. No matter who is behind this, Gu Yunzhou is a native of Beichen Country, and he is a blessing for Beichen Country. We must not let this genius die young for personal gain!"

Hua Erniang spoke firmly. She knew Gu Yunzhou's talent and potential, and knew that Beichen would benefit greatly from his help. Therefore, no matter the cost, she had to ensure his safety.

Hua Erniang completely changed her neutral attitude and secretly made up her mind. Originally, she just admired Gu Yunzhou, thinking that he was a rare talent. But after what happened today, she knew she was wrong. This was not just rare, it was a once-in-a-century opportunity.

She knew that Gu Yunzhou had not yet had the literary energy enter his body. Now that his poem had moved the nine provinces, it would surely attract the legendary literary energy of heaven and earth to enter his body. As long as he did not die in the middle of the process, the Beichen Empire would surely have a semi-saint. If His Majesty knew about this, he would definitely be ecstatic.

The Beichen Empire is already in danger. Several powerful countries are eyeing them covetously in front, and there are newcomers behind who want to pull them down from the top ten countries and replace them at any time. It is really like there are wolves in front and tigers behind.

Your Majesty is exhausted every day maintaining the Beichen Kingdom, but the national strength was severely damaged by the previous emperor. It will take more than a day to recover. Thinking of this, Hua Er Niang's attitude became more determined.

She knew full well that the Beichen Empire was in a difficult situation and needed more talent and strength to support it. A genius like Gu Yunzhou was undoubtedly the ray of hope for the Beichen Empire's future. His presence might bring new vitality and opportunities to the country.

On the other side, Wei Yuan frowned and waved solemnly to Wei Yu and the others. They approached cautiously, Wei Yuan even using his spiritual energy to create a barrier to prevent others from eavesdropping.

Wei Yuan's chubby face was full of caution and doubt. He whispered, "Xiao Yu, that direction seems to be the cell where young friend Gu was imprisoned during the day?" He looked at the position of the light column with some suspicion, and then looked at several juniors who were obviously distracted.

"Fourth Uncle, that's true. We all suspect that this poem might have been written by Yun Zhou!" After they looked at each other, Wei Yu finally spoke up.

"Hiss! Xiaoyu, how confident are you? This is a poem of the Kyushu level!" Wei Yuan's face instantly became solemn, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, his eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.

He knew very well what this judgment meant. After all, the last time a poem or article of Myeongdong Kyushu's level appeared was several years ago, and that was written by a highly respected scholar in his later years.

How could such a masterpiece not be astonishing now that it has reappeared? Furthermore, this time, the poem wasn't just some ordinary "first heard," "enter the hall," "famous," or "cross the state" level, but a rare "shake the nine states" level, also known as "blue poetry."

Not to mention the extraordinary effects of this "Song of Righteousness," which were simply too extraordinary. Wei Yuan, without much thought, could foresee the enormous impact this "Song of Righteousness" would stir within human society on the Tianxing Continent. Therefore, he cautiously confirmed this with several of the younger generations, hoping they could provide a definitive answer.

Wei Yu hesitated for a moment. It did sound unbelievable. A young man who had not yet acquired literary talent could actually write a poem that moved the nine states. If he told others about it, others would think he was dreaming.

However, thinking of the various legends brought by Gu Yunzhou, and the fact that the beam of light undoubtedly rushed out from the cell where Gu Yunzhou was imprisoned, Wei Yu nodded again to confirm.

"Uncle, I can't say I'm 100% sure, but I have a hunch that Yun Zhou wrote it. Not long ago, he even asked me to have the jailer send him a lamp. You know, the cell is dim. At the time, I just thought he was bored and wanted to kill time, but now it seems he had a plan. And even though Yun Zhou was in the cell, he didn't look anxious or impatient at all. Instead, he seemed to have a plan in mind. What's more, this poem appeared not long after we left, so it was just enough time for Yun Zhou to finish writing it!"

Wei Yu spoke in a clear, logical and well-reasoned manner. As he spoke, Wei Yuan's expression gradually changed, from initial shock to excitement and ecstasy.

The smile he couldn't suppress gradually widened, and he patted Wei Yu's shoulder heavily, saying happily, "Xiao Yu, you guys are great! You've done a great deed this time. Remember not to let anyone know about this. I'll go talk to the head of the family first!"