Empress, please have some self-respect. I am not your husband.

Everyone turned sharply to look in the direction from which the sound came, and saw Lu Feng swallow the candied fruit in his mouth and look suspiciously at the seven students around him.

"Lu Feng? You want to compete with him?"

Qin Xinyi was overjoyed. She had thought Lu Feng was pretending to be stupid when she saw him just eating.

Ye Bingyun's beautiful eyes lit up. Could this guy also write poetry and lyrics?

But his opponent is the greatest talent in the world. Can he win?

Faced with Qin Xinyi's question, Lu Feng chuckled and said, "Otherwise what? Look at these people, some are faking illness, and some are just cowardly. Besides me, who else can compare?"

These words left Qin Xinyi speechless, and even the courtiers were at a loss for words, as they did not know how to refute them.

After all, when they learned that Song Qingyu was the contestant from Western Chu, they didn't place their hopes on Lu Feng.

Song Qingyu was overjoyed. "You bastard, you've finally shown yourself!"

He didn't give Lu Feng a chance to back out and immediately said, "Fine! I'll see what you're made of! Today I'll compete with you!"

Yu Ningyan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but then her brows and eyes relaxed again. Song Qingyu was someone she had managed to recruit with great difficulty.

In other areas, Song Qingyu might not be a match for Lu Feng, but when it comes to poetry and prose, how could she possibly lose?

Looking at Song Qingyu, Lu Feng said, "Tell me the name of the ci poem title."

"You even know the names of the ci (a type of Chinese poetry) tunes; it seems you have some knowledge."

Song Qingyu said with a hint of sarcasm, before finally speaking, "Then let's have Partridge Sky! One incense stick's time limit!"

Qin Xinyi sensed something was wrong and couldn't help but say, "This 'Partridge Sky' poem is not easy to write."

"Yes, the poem 'Partridge Sky' often expresses the feelings of longing for a loved one, and it usually describes the sorrow of parting from a loved one."

"It's not that easy to write."

"Unless you have some special experiences, it's hard to write anything outstanding!"

Listening to everyone's chatter, Lu Feng almost laughed out loud. He couldn't write anything and had never experienced any sorrow of parting.

But my buddy knows how to copy!

He immediately picked up his brush and ground the ink. Everyone was surprised to see that he had started so quickly. Song Qingyu snorted coldly, "Pretending to be something you're not."

He then began grinding ink, since he had set the question and was naturally prepared.

Soon, both of them began to write furiously.

But Lu Feng finished quickly: "All done!"

Upon hearing this, even Song Qingyu, who was writing, paused for a moment and couldn't help but look up.

Qin Xinyi said anxiously, "You finished writing it so quickly? You still have time, why don't you think about it some more!"

Ye Bingyun also chimed in, "Yes, Lu Feng, essays and poems need polishing, you don't need to rush."

Yan Jidao only wrote a few words, where am I supposed to embellish them?

Lu Feng grumbled, "I've already written it. If he can write a better one, I'll eat it!"

This arrogant and haughty attitude clearly showed that he didn't take her seriously. Song Qingyu was furious and stopped writing.

"Very well! Then let everyone here have a good look at your masterpiece!"

Qin Xinyi was speechless, looking at Lu Feng and thinking, is this guy born this way or is he doing it on purpose? He even angered his opponent like this, his taunts are indiscriminate.

Ye Bingyun was equally helpless and could only look at a minister below: "Minister Zhang."

She requested Zhang Tianyuan, the Minister of Personnel, who was very fond of poetry.

After Zhang Tianyuan rose and bowed, he walked over to Lu Feng, picked up the poem Lu Feng had written, stared at it closely, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! What ugly handwriting!"

Lu Feng: ...

Everyone:...

He told you to read the words, not to look at them!

Lu Feng was a little embarrassed. His handwriting was really not good. After all, he didn't know how to write calligraphy in his previous life.

This is also why he can write faster than Song Qingyu.

Zhang Tianyuan realized he had said the wrong thing, coughed, and began to read aloud. Although Lu Feng's handwriting was ugly, it was still legible.

"Lu Feng's poem 'Partridge Sky' describes how colorful sleeves diligently hold up a jade cup."

"With colorful sleeves, she diligently holds up the jade cup; back then, she risked her flushed face from drunkenness."

Upon hearing the first sentence, many people raised their eyebrows and looked at Lu Feng, who had a casual expression, with some surprise.

This kid's got some good skills!

Song Qingyu snorted: "The opening was good, but that's all."

Yu Ningyan inexplicably sensed something was amiss.

Then Zhang Tianyuan read out the second sentence.

"The moon shines low over the willow-lined pavilion, the song ends with the breeze beneath the peach blossom fan."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes changed, and an image appeared in their minds of Lu Feng drinking heartily with a female confidante, singing and dancing merrily from moonrise to late at night.

suddenly!

Zhang Tianyuan, the Minister of Personnel, became excited, his eyes shining with the excitement of someone seeing a stunningly beautiful woman undressing in front of him!

"Since we parted, I recall our meeting! How many times have my soul and dreams been with you!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qingyu couldn't sit still any longer and stood up from her seat, her face filled with shock and disbelief!

Yu Ningyan stared wide-eyed.

Qin Xinyi was utterly astonished! She stared at Lu Feng in disbelief.

Ye Bingyun, sitting in the main seat, clenched her right fist.

The surrounding civil and military officials stared intently at Zhang Tianyuan, their eyes urging him to finish reciting this poem that was destined to be passed down through the ages!

"Tonight I'll keep the silver lamp burning, still fearing our meeting is but a dream!"

The last words were filled with melancholy; the Minister of Personnel had already been moved by the emotions expressed in the poem.

He thought of the woman who left the deepest mark on his heart during his youth!

The face of the greatest talent in the world turned pale instantly, and he slumped back into his seat.

He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that someone could write Partridge Sky to such an extent, could write about infatuation in such a wonderful way!

He is not the only one who feels this way.

Ye Bingyun looked at Lu Feng, and Her Majesty the Empress was filled with questions.

She couldn't understand why Lu Feng, a peerless powerhouse with billions in assets, would write such poignant and heart-wrenching verses.

What kind of stunning beauty must the woman described in the poem have been to inspire such heartbreaking words in Lu Feng's heart-wrenching verses as "Since we parted, I recall our meeting; how many times have my soul and dreams been with you"?

Princess Yu Ningyan was also looking at Lu Feng, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

But he understood. He understood why Lu Feng was unmoved by her stunning beauty and the fact that she was the prince consort of the princess!

It turns out he had been so deeply in love with someone all along!

Qin Xinyi was stunned, staring blankly at Lu Feng and asking, "How can you write so well?"

"Tonight I'll light the silver lamp again, for I fear our meeting is but a dream."

Zhang Tianyuan repeated the phrase, rubbed his eyes, and sighed, "If I could hear this in my life, I would die without regret. I never imagined that Lu Feng, with your arrogant and haughty exterior, could be so devoted at heart. Wasn't I the same back then?"

These words left Lu Feng speechless. Was it really necessary?

But then he couldn't help but think with a wicked sense of humor, what if this guy knew that Yan Jidao's poem was about a one-night stand? Would he be so angry that he would vomit blood?

Thinking about it, he saw Song Qingyu slumped in his seat, looking utterly dejected, and couldn't help but reveal a wicked smile: "Hey, you so-called number one talent in the world, have you finished writing yet? It's almost time for an incense stick to burn, isn't it?"

The greatest talent in the world? With five thousand years of Chinese literature, I ask you, can you withstand that?