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Chapter 200: Can you still turn things around?

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    The scholars in Meiyuan gathered together in twos and threes, waiting for the results of the poetry selection to see who would win the first prize this time.

    Not long after, they saw a middle-aged scribe and two Meiyuan servants coming over with a tray, and all the scholars couldn't help but become confused.

    In previous years, the selection of poems and essays took a long time, but it is really puzzling why the leader was selected so quickly this year.

    "Mr. Wenyuan, but the results are out?" Because of his grandfather Cen Wenwen, Cen Zhixin had been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child. He occupied a place in the literary world at a young age and was very familiar with these great scholars, so he asked at this time.

    This middle-aged scribe, whose surname is Yang, Mingyi, and whose courtesy name is Wenyuan, has already become a great Confucian in his early thirties. He is famous in the literary world. Although he is not as famous as Yu Lao and Kong Lao, he should not be underestimated.

    Mr. Wen Yuan nodded: "Yes, the third place in this Meiyuan Poetry Competition is Pei Chengxian, and the second place is Cen Zhixin."

    The scholars were in an uproar.

    At the Meiyuan Poetry Recital last year, there was a relationship between Cen Zhixin and Kong Huiyuan, the grandson of Kong Yingda, and the two were equally superior.

    However, it was said that Kong Huiyuan was traveling this year and was not in Chang'an, so he could not participate in the Meiyuan Poetry Festival. They thought that the first place would be Cen Zhixin, but unexpectedly he would be ranked second!

    The third place is Pei Chengxian, which is also a bit unexpected.

    However, the top scholars this year all traveled like Kong Huiyuan.

    This Meiyuan Poetry Festival was not like the previous ones where the top three were almost booked by a few people. They also started to compete for each other and racked their brains to prepare poems in advance. However, they did not expect that this year it would already be  It's a failure.

    "May I ask Mr. Wen Yuan, who is the leader?" The scholars were very curious about the person who was the leader of the Poetry Society, and they all urged him to ask.

    "The leader of this Meiyuan Poetry Society - Hou Qinlang of Lantian County!" Mr. Wen Yuan glanced at the anxious faces of the scholars, and then said it with a slight smile.

    "Marquis of Lantian County?" All the scholars looked at each other in confusion.

    Although the reputation of the Marquis of Lantian County is widely spread in Chang'an, what is spread is his identity as a descendant of the Immortal. It has never been heard of when the Marquis of Qin became famous, nor has he heard of any masterpieces.  Did he really take the lead so suddenly?

    "Mr. Wen Yuan, are you mistaken?" An angry scholar stood up from the crowd, hugged his fists and asked, "Although the Marquis of Qin is a descendant of an immortal, writing a poem cannot be achieved by immortal magic, right?"

    "That's right, Mr. Wen Yuan, this Marquis of Qin has never been known for his talents, let alone his masterpieces. How did he win the title so suddenly?"

    "Mr. Wenyuan, was this leader elected by Mr. Yu and Mr. Kong?"

    "This is natural!" Mr. Wen Yuan showed a smile in his eyes: "The leader of the Poetry Society has always been chosen by Mr. Yu, Mr. Kong and Mr. Ouyang, and this year will be no exception!"

    In previous years, Cen Zhixin was also wandering between first and second place. His talent and reputation had already spread, unlike those scholars who needed poetry to enhance themselves.

    Pei Chengxian was very happy that he won third place, but it was also expected.

    For this year¡¯s Meiyuan Poetry Recital, he had already calculated that none of the truly talented scholars were in the capital, and he had made sufficient preparations early. His ranking was probably between second and third.

    Cen Zhixin and Pei Chengxian looked at each other and were very surprised. However, both of them were very cautious and steady people. Although they were a little confused, they were not as angry as ordinary scholars.

    "I don't know what kind of poem Qin Hou wrote. Can you let me wait and see?" Cui Zifeng, who was standing in the back of the crowd, came out and asked Mr. Wen Yuan very respectfully after saluting him.

    Mr. Wen Yuan waved his hand, and the servant behind him took out the poem written by Qin Lang and read it aloud.

    "The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for the spring but they are not willing to fall, so the poets put down their pens and commentaries. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms."

    "The trees beside the inkstone washing pond in my house have flowers blooming with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise the color, just leave the pure air to fill the universe."

    "Both these two poems were written by Qin Hou, and the second poem was written in an instant. What's even more rare is that the font used by Qin Hou is a newly created font. Mr. Ouyang, a master of calligraphy, said that he had never used it before.  Never seen it before." Mr. Wen Yuan said with a smile on his face.

    "Lao Yu and Lao Kong were very happy after reading these two poems, and they named Marquis Qin as the leader of this poetry meeting on the spot."

    "Although the Marquis of Qin had no reputation for talent before, he worshiped the ancestor as his teacher, so it is natural that he can compose poems and recite lyrics!" Mr. Wen Yuan said with envy on his face.?.

    Cui Zifeng¡¯s eyes flashed, and he suddenly felt that Mr. Wen Yuan¡¯s attitude was very problematic!

    Between the words and the outside, the meaning revealed all points to the two poems written by Qin Lang. They were not written by himself at all, but were used by his ancestors!

    As the ancestor of Taoism, the ancestor has long been an immortal. There are rumors in the world that Qin Lang worshiped the ancestor as his teacher. No one can communicate with the ancestor except him. If these two poems are really written by the ancestor, why did Qin Lang win the first place?

    "Mr. Wen Yuan, although the Marquis of Qin worshiped the ancestor as his teacher, who knows whether these two poems were written by the ancestor. It is unfair to us that Qin Lang took them to participate in the poetry meeting!"

    "We, the scholars, have worked hard and racked our brains to write poems, but these people compare them with other people's poems. We are not willing to accept it!" Cui Zifeng said with an indignant look.

    "Yes!" After hearing Cui Zifeng's words, all the scholars suddenly realized and agreed with anger.

    "There are rumors in the market that the Marquis of Qin was just a bad gambler before. Although he had read some books, he was absolutely incompetent in reciting poems and composing lyrics. How come he suddenly became so talented after becoming his disciple?  talent?"

    "That's right! I don't believe that such a good poem was written by Qin Hou! If we were like Qin Hou and took other people's poems to participate in the poetry meeting, what would the poetry meeting be? Do we still need to participate in the poetry meeting?"

    "There have been rumors in Chang'an City a few days ago that Qin Lang is an evil spirit. Could it be that he used some evil magic to confuse Mr. Yu and Mr. Kong, so that they appointed him as the leader?"

    Cui Zifeng couldn't help but smile in his eyes when he heard what these scholars said.

    He really didn¡¯t expect it!  It was just a few words that Qin Lang was evil. It was originally intended to damage his status in the hearts of the people. Unexpectedly, the people did not believe it, but these scholars did!

    It¡¯s true that when the east is not bright, the west is bright!  Qin Lang, you want to enter the circle of literati, but now you have become the public enemy of literati. Is there any other way you can explain?

    You are the only one in this world who can communicate with the ancestors. This was your advantage, but now it has become your big disadvantage!

    No one can communicate with the ancestor, and no one can prove that these two poems were written by you!  Then your reputation for plagiarism will never be washed away from now on!

    After all, the people are just a bunch of idiots, and we still need to rely on these literati to govern the country!

    Now, your reputation in Shilin circles is ruined, let me see how you can turn things around!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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