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Madness!

This was everyone's first impression of Chu Xuan.

The group of talented scholars who had been watching the spectacle couldn't help but grit their teeth in secret.

To dare to say such a thing means that Chu Xuan doesn't take them seriously at all; this is a blatant provocation.

Behind the gauze curtain, Xiao Ziqi couldn't help but frown slightly and asked the maid beside her.

"This man is named Chu Xuan. Do you know his background?"

The maid recalled the rumors circulating in Linyang City these past few days.

"It seems to be a collateral descendant of the Chu family. He obtained the list from the Lucheng Prefectural Magistrate by abusing his power. When he was in the Chu family, he was just a playboy who was ignorant and incompetent. He was probably just here to join in the fun."

"It's said that he beat up Qi Feng of the Qi family a few days ago. He's just a brainless brute."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ziqi shook her head, seemingly somewhat disappointed, and said no more.

At the edge of the room, Qi Feng, who was ashamed to show his face in public because the news of his beating had spread far and wide, had a cold smile on his lips.

"Chu Xuan, Chu Xuan, you're courting death, so don't blame me. Did you really think these talented people were so easily provoked?"

Chu Xuan showed no reaction to the crowd's anger. He simply sat down and began drinking one glass of wine after another.

Beside her, Chen Xuening was so anxious that fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She asked in a low voice.

"Is it that you can't think of a solution for the time being, my lord?"

Chu Xuan waved his hand at her: "No need, wait a little longer."

Hearing him say this, Chen Xuening had no choice but to endure it. However, even after everyone had stopped writing and handed their poems to the maids beside them, Chu Xuan did not make a move.

Upon seeing this, Qi Feng couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

"Young Master Chu, have you not finished writing yet? That's rather strange. You seemed quite confident just now, so how come you haven't been able to write a single word after all this time?"

Upon hearing his words, everyone turned to look at Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan put down his wine glass and gave Qi Feng a smile.

"Isn't this Young Master Qi? It's been a few days, and the injury on your face has healed?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Feng's face twitched painfully.

That scoundrel really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics.

But he still snorted coldly without showing any weakness.

"Young Master Chu, this is a literary gathering, not a place for you to show off your power. If you want to speak here, you should first have some decent poems and essays to offer. Do you really not know how to write poetry?"

At this point, Qi Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"If that's really the case, how could someone like you who can't even write poetry be qualified to be in our literary gathering? Forcing your way into a place you can't even enter is truly humiliating!"

"Insulting yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Xuan let out a cold laugh, raised his eyes to look at Qi Feng, and the sharpness in his eyes instantly stunned Qi Feng, who had been looking confident of victory.

Then he turned to look at the crowd.

"On the contrary, the reason I haven't written anything is simply because I see that you are all talented people and I couldn't bear to discourage you too much. Since you are so eager to read it now, then keep reading!"

"Ling'er grinds the ink, Xue Ning copies it down, A Leng, bring the wine!"

Amidst the angry gazes of the assembled scholars, Chu Xuan laughed arrogantly.

This was clearly a violation of the rules, but no one spoke up to stop it.

"Ah……"

Qi Feng sneered inwardly: "Pretending to be something they're not, do they really think writing poetry is some extremely simple thing?"

Most of the people present shared this view.

Xiao Ziqi frowned. Chu Xuan did seem to be putting on an act, but for some reason, she always felt that he was really confident.

Just as everyone was waiting to see Chu Xuan make a fool of himself, Chu Xuan raised his wine glass.

"Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the corner of the company."

The very first sentence plunged the surroundings into utter silence.

The simple words seemed to instantly transport everyone into a scene of war and battle, with the cold wind blowing in the night, the general patrolling the camp, and the lights and the aroma of wine fading.

"Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among the troops, fifty strings of music resound beyond the border, and the autumn review of troops is held on the battlefield!"

Chu Xuan suddenly stood up, drew A Leng's sword, raised it high into the sky, his gaze sharp and his voice increasingly urgent.

"The horse gallops swiftly like the wind, the bowstring twangs like thunder, the king's affairs are settled, but alas... my hair has turned white."

As the last sentence fell, the initial grandeur and awe-inspiring courage vanished without a trace, replaced by utter defeat.

Everyone felt a figure appear before them, the aging general longing to return to the battlefield, but suddenly realized that he was too old and could only return to the years of fighting in his dreams, leaving behind endless sighs.

Chu Xuan gestured for A Leng to fill the wine glass, drank it all, and then sat down.

There was silence.

All the talented scholars stared wide-eyed at Chu Xuan.

No one knew that Chu Xuan could actually compose poetry, and that his first words were always a fatal blow!

His initial words were not arrogant pronouncements, but simply an explanation of a fact: even if all the poems and essays written today were combined, none could compare to this poem, "Broken Formation."

Even if Chu Xuan is unable to write such poems in the future, this one poem alone is enough to make him a legend!

Even today's literary gathering will be recorded in history!

Chen Xuening was no less shocked than they were.

She now realizes how ridiculous her initial idea of ​​ghostwriting for Chu Xuan was. With his poetic talent, why would he possibly appreciate her work?

Lin Luo seemed to have expected this, and smiled at the stunned follower sitting next to him.

"How about it?"

"...These poems...are truly extraordinary. Young Master Chu is indeed a man of great talent. I am convinced."

The follower nodded in agreement.

Only Qi Feng and Qi Xialuo, who were sitting on the high platform, looked increasingly grim with each sentence Chu Xuan uttered.

What is this? What was supposed to be a difficult situation for him has turned into an opportunity for this scoundrel to make a name for himself!

Both of them felt as if they had shot themselves in the foot.

Today, the literary gathering will be passed down through generations, and these two will naturally not escape it either. However, unlike Chu Xuan, whose name will be remembered in history, these two will be recorded as follows: The Qi family uncle and nephew were dissatisfied with Chu Xuan, so they set a trap to make him famous for a poem.

Isn't this just a complete clown?

Qi Feng could not accept this outcome. Seeing Chu Xuan doing well was a thousand times more painful than seeing himself suffer!

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing at Chu Xuan and shouting angrily.

"Chu Xuan! How dare you!"

"what?"

Everyone was still immersed in the broken formation song from earlier, and they didn't expect Qi Feng to suddenly launch an attack at this moment.

Even Qi Xiaoluo couldn't help but secretly curse him as an idiot.

Chu Xuan glanced at him indifferently, without saying a word.

"Who gave you the audacity to use someone else's poem and pass it off as your own in a competition?!"

"What do you take this literary gathering for?!"