These words already had the meaning of threat. Tang Zhengrong knew that he could not avoid Lin Wanru's persistence, so he suppressed Tang Yanzhi's desire to stand up for himself.
"Mr. Luo only thinks about his schoolwork. What do you mean, Mr. Luo's school is for reciting poems and writing essays?"
There was no denigration of poetry reciting either inside or outside the words. Mr. Luo's name had long been resounding throughout the imperial court. Everyone knew what a person of this status should teach the royal family. According to Lin Wanru's words, that was simply slander.
Mr. Luo.
Everyone immediately regarded the winning or losing of this game as not taking it too seriously and just treating it as an entertainment. Who can say that entertainment can replace the main thing?
Isn't this nonsense?
The simple words had changed the form, and Lin Wanru listened as the literati around her began to point fingers at her, and some even said that Mrs. Lin's daughter was not thoughtful.
This way of looking at it means that the child of Tang Guogong was not taken seriously, and some say it was because of the noble status of the legitimate daughter, but no matter what, the general direction of public opinion was towards Tang Zhengrong.
Regarding this, Tang Yanzhi did not expect that just a few words with the little girl would touch everyone's heart.
He Yan and Chu Yihan also felt that this little girl who came with Tang Yanzhi was not simple. No wonder Tang Yanzhi, who was not usually close to people in the house, would bring Tang Zhengrong with him this time.
Because of this incident, the two of them also had the idea of getting close to Tang Zhengrong.
After all, he is the bloodline of Tang Guogong, so there can be no mistakes.
"You know how to talk!"
This girl was so eloquent that Lin Wanru realized that she had been trapped, but there was nothing she could do about it. No one would stand by her no matter what.
"Can't we start? It's such a hassle."
Tang Zhengrong just pretended not to hear Lin Wanru's words.
Seeing the little girl being so arrogant, Lin Wanru, as a person who has won the most prizes in poetry all the year round, was not afraid at all.
"The new rain is blowing under the bamboo curtain, and the sails are sailing, and the coir raincoat is wandering here and there for oneself.
The sound of returning home is also covered in fog, singing about floating in the rivers and lakes and dreaming."
What a poem!
The crowd exclaimed in admiration from time to time. No matter what, it is really rare for a little girl to have such a free and unrestrained artistic conception.
Only then did someone mention that Lin Wanru had been the champion of poetry competitions in the past, and such ability could not be faked.
No wonder he wants to compete with Tang Zhengrong.
Even Tang Yanzhi looked at Tang Zhengrong with some worry.
Seeing the other party's tangled look, he said, "How about I help you?"
These words made Tang Zhengrong look askance: "That's not necessary, I never value my own face."
As for the tangled look just now, this is whether Tang Zhengrong wants to "learn from" the poems of his predecessors or create his own.
After all, this Lin Wanru really has two skills.
After finishing the poem, Lin Wan sat comfortably on the side under the waiter of the servants, looking at Tang Zhengrong with a serious look, and felt happy in her heart, waiting for this matter to spread after Tang Zhengrong was defeated.
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It can be considered as revenge for Tang Qinghuan.
"Ping Chen forced the sand halberd to rise in the city, and faced Nanxun, the ghost town.
If it weren’t for Gao Tang’s enlightenment, Qianqiu’s servant would be thinking about his soul.”
Every word was engraved in everyone's heart, as if the blood and cruelty of the battlefield had rushed towards them. The contrast between such fierceness and the comfort of today made the blood freeze a little.
In terms of artistic conception, both of them have their merits, but in terms of meaning, Tang Zhengrong's is more reflective, and it is close to the hurt that everyone dare not tell. I'm afraid no one can do this in the prosperous age.
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"Start voting now."
The waiter started counting on the wall who had the highest number of votes. When Lin Wanru heard Tang Zhengrong's poem, she had a bad feeling in her heart. This girl always had a hidden agenda.
Didn't you say you were not proficient in poetry? Thinking of this, Lin Wanru glared at the servant beside her.
But Lin Wanru is also confident in her own abilities. Now she can only wait and see what the final result will be.
"Congratulations to Tang Zhengrong for winning the championship, three votes behind Lin Wanru."
Only three votes separated Tang Zhengrong from becoming the champion. When Lin Wanru heard the news, she felt like a thunderbolt. She had been writing poems all year round and had never been hit by such a blow. Now, Tang Zhengrong had taken away the glory that belonged to her!
Just when Tang Zhengrong turned around to look for Lin Wanru, he only saw the other person's back angrily leaving.
"This Lin Wanru is really weird."
Chu Yihan spoke, somewhat unclear about what happened between Lin Wanru and Tang Zhengrong.
Seeing that Tang Zhengrong won, Tang Yanzhi was also very happy. He felt that Tang Zhengrong was also very capable, but he didn't often write poems and was lacking in thinking. However, he was still a little worried. It would be best not to have anyone make such poems.
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While thinking about it, Tang Yanzhi and Chu Yihan said: "The main reason is that Tang Qinghuan and Tang Zhengrong have some conflicts. Now they want to help the sisters, but Tang Zhengrong didn't win anything this time, and the conflict seems to have escalated."
As he spoke with a somewhat bitter smile, Tang Yanzhi felt that if Tang Zhengrong continued to develop, he would be unable to control it. The more he thought about it, the more he would worry.
Fortunately, Tang Zhengrong also noticed something strange about Tang Yanzhi and said, "What's wrong? You don't look very good?"
"It's okay, it's just a little late. I think we should go."
These words reminded Tang Zhengrong that Aunt Liu was still at home, and she thought of saying goodbye to He Yan and Chu Yihan with Tang Yanzhi.
On the way home, Tang Yanzhi said: "It doesn't matter if you lose when writing poems in the future. It's best not to involve matters related to the battlefield. Now the dynasty hopes that the people can have a better mentality. Such remarks should be nothing if you are young. In the future
I can’t say for sure.”
Tang Zhengrong understood Tang Yanzhi's caution in doing things. As for what kind of person the Holy Sage was, she didn't know yet. She would make a decision after getting in touch with him. She would not continue to be in the limelight because of these things for the time being.
"Okay, rest assured."
After working on it for a long time, Tang Yanzhi was worried that people would make a fuss about the poem.
After all, this is the Piaoxiang Tavern, and any news has spread. The fact that Lin Wanru issued a challenge to Tang Zhengrong but was defeated by Tang Zhengrong became a hot topic.
Some people in the capital who did not get along with Lin Wanru also began to talk about it. Gradually, people came to know that Lin Wanru's poetry was not as good as it was worth.
Hearing these words, Lin Wanru was so angry that she stamped her feet in the house, and her son Tang Qinghuan was even more angry with Tang Zhengrong.
Tang Zhengrong was naturally indifferent to other people's feelings. Just one day when he returned to his home, Tang Zhengrong saw an old man walking lamely towards the study. How could he find someone who was not very agile in the place of the Duke of Guo?
Suspicious, Tang Zhengrong followed him and saw that the man was an old man. After asking the servants around him, he found out that the old man was actually the boss. It seemed that she had not fully recognized the person in the Duke's Mansion.
After understanding the situation, Tang Zhengrong left on his own, but seeds of doubt were planted in his heart.