Royal Palace.

Huagai Hall.

After hearing Hu Fei's words, everyone present was shocked, including Hu Weiyong, because he knew Song Lian better than his son, and Song Lian's status in the literary world of the Ming Dynasty was not comparable to that of his son.

But before Hu Weiyong could say anything to stop him, Prince Zhu Biao had already spoken first.

"Hu Fei, stop making trouble! Enough is enough!"

Zhu Biao stared at Hu Fei and reminded him with a solemn expression.

He didn't want Hu Fei to lose completely in front of Song Lian, otherwise his future career would be affected.

"Your Highness, there is no need to worry. Although he is known as the God of Poetry, he is not qualified to compete with me. I will think that he has drunk too much and is causing trouble here."

At this time, Song Lian cupped his hands towards Zhu Biao and said arrogantly, not forgetting to glance at Hu Fei as he spoke.

"Don't you dare?!"

Hu Fei sneered, turned to stare at Song Lian, and asked lightly.

Since Song Lian jumped out just now, he had no intention of giving up easily. He had to let this old man have a longer memory!

"Hmph! Why don't you dare! It's just that I have never had the habit of showing off my literary talents. Unlike you, I even opened a bookstore and spent a lot of money on it. It is simply an insult to the saints!"

Song Lian snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

"Are you jealous of Mr. Tai Shi? If you want to sell it, I will take it all according to the order, one word and one tael, how about it?"

Hu Fei curled his lips, looked at Song Lian with disdain, and said provocatively.

"you..."

After listening to Hu Fei's words, Song Lian's face turned red again, and he blew his beard and stared in anger.

"Song Qing, since the juniors have already spoken, don't hold back. Since someone has raised the challenge, if you don't come down, it is inevitable that someone will gossip about you behind your back, so why not let's discuss it."

At this moment, Queen Ma, who had been holding back for a long time, finally spoke.

When Zhu Biao heard this, he couldn't help but look solemn. Unexpectedly, his mother also joined in the fun.

After listening to Empress Ma's words, Song Lian frowned, then bowed her hands respectfully.

"Now that the queen has spoken, the old minister has made a fool of himself, so we have to let him retreat."

Song Lian said respectfully while saluting.

"good."

Queen Ma smiled and nodded, looked at Hu Fei, and gave her an affirmative look.

She didn't know why, but she had an unwarranted confidence in Hu Fei, believing that even if she couldn't win against Song Lian, she wouldn't lose too much.

"You really have to think about it. Once you compete, you will be responsible for winning or losing."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Hu Fei and asked seriously.

If Hu Fei loses today, his reputation as the God of Poetry will definitely be criticized, which will definitely affect his status in the literary world of the Ming Dynasty.

"It's just a casual competition. It's nothing serious. Since tonight is the annual banquet, I just think it's to entertain His Majesty."

Hu Fei nodded and said confidently, with a relaxed look on his face.

"Okay, let's get started."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said with a smile.

He also wanted to see whether newborn calves are less afraid of tigers, or whether ginger or old calves are more fearful.

"Tai Shigong, please enlighten me."

Immediately afterwards, Hu Fei turned to look at Song Lian, put one hand behind his back, made a gesture of invitation with the other, and said casually.

"Since you are good at composing poetry, I will compete with you in poetry, so that others won't say that I am bullying the weak."

Song Lian looked at Hu Fei with a condescending air and said in a deep voice.

"Hurry up, everyone is very busy."

Hu Fei curled his lips and urged.

"I have written a poem. If you can compose a poem before the New Year's banquet that is comparable to the poem I wrote, I will admit defeat."

Song Lian looked at Hu Fei and said seriously.

After listening to Song Lian's words, everyone present couldn't help but nodded, their eyes full of respect.

If this is really the case, then Song Lian has obviously made concessions and does not want Hu Fei to lose too badly.

But what Hu Fei said next made everyone stunned again.

"No need, I'll compose a poem, it only takes one thought!"

Hu Fei waved his hand, looked at Song Lian, and said confidently.

"He is looking for death..."

"It is true that he overestimates his abilities. Although his poems are indeed good poems, but now he is facing the Grand Historian. He underestimates the enemy too much."

After listening to Hu Fei's words, some people in the audience began to feel sorry for Hu Fei.

"good!"

Song Lian snorted coldly and said in a deep voice. He felt that he was ignored by Hu Fei again.

Immediately afterwards, Song Lian looked thoughtful. He slowly picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip. He muttered something and seemed to have an idea.

Everyone was looking at Song Lian intently. Being able to witness Taishi Gong writing poems with his own eyes was not an opportunity that could be obtained casually.

"Zheng and wild geese travel diagonally to decorate the spring pillars,"

"My wife has learned Liangzhou dance."

"The nine-branched lantern is dead and the moon is green,"

"I still remember the king's words in his dream."

Immediately afterwards, Song Lian shook his head and read out four lines of poetry in one breath.

As soon as this poem came out, everyone in the entire hall clapped their hands and applauded, and the voices of admiration were endless.

"As expected of me, the number one civil servant of the Ming Dynasty. What a poem! What a poem!"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help stroking his beard and said with satisfaction.

Song Lian showed a slightly satisfied smile, saluted Zhu Yuanzhang, and then returned the salutes one by one to the complimenting ministers around him.

But Hu Fei couldn't help but sneered. He could tell that Song Lian used this poem to tell everyone that although he had resigned and returned home, he still missed Zhu Yuanzhang very much, and he still remembered what Zhu Yuanzhang once said to him.

If so.

This is obviously a flattering poem. Song Lian wanted to use this poem to win Zhu Yuanzhang's admiration, and hoped that Zhu Yuanzhang would forgive him for offending King Zhu Di of Yan just by making a gaffe.

Unexpectedly, even the first civil servant could be such a philistine, and Hu Fei couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"It's over? It's my turn, right?"

Hu Fei curled his lips and sneered, looked at Song Lian and asked lightly.

"Please, I said, as long as you can compose a poem comparable to this poem before the New Year's Banquet, I will voluntarily admit defeat!"

Song Lian raised his hand, and the old god made a gesture of invitation and said slowly.

"unnecessary!"

"listen!"

Hu Fei curled his lips, waved his hand, and began to pace in front of everyone with his hands behind his back.

"The first one."

"Nowhere during the day,"

"Youth comes naturally."

"Moss flowers are as small as rice,"

"Also learn how to bloom peonies."

Hu Fei came as he was told and read out four lines of poetry without thinking.

As soon as this poem came out, the whole hall was in an uproar, and everyone could not help but open their eyes.

The arrogant expression that originally appeared on Song Lian's face could not help but freeze, and she looked at Hu Fei in disbelief.

"He just said the first song?"

"Could he be able to compose two songs in a row?!"

A burst of discussion also came at this time, and everyone was looking forward to looking at Hu Fei.

"Second song!"

"New bamboo branches are higher than old bamboo branches,"
To be continued...