In the entire palace square, everyone was talking about these good poems recited by Xiang Chen at this moment. Many civil servants and talented people looked at Xiang Chen with admiration in their eyes.
Poetry is one of the manifestations of a person's level of humanistic accomplishment.
Can someone who can write so many good poems be a talentless person?
In this world, although the most admired thing is peerless force, after all, humans do not understand other animals. They know the rules and books, and they also take a fancy to a person's talent.
A person who is capable of writing and martial arts, who can decide the world's strategy with a pen, and who can decide the world of Kyushu with a horse and a sword, is destined to be more attractive than a person who only knows how to fight and kill.
Of course, not many people in this world would look down upon a person who only knows a lot about Quora but is as weak as a rookie.
"King Shang, this young man is called Xiang Chen, right? I wonder where he comes from? These few poems are enough to be circulated throughout the Kyushu literary world. What kind of family cultivated such a talented young man?"
Wu Ling asked with a smile, and there was no trace of his own praise in his words.
King Shang withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "This young man's name is Xiang Chen. He is the second son of Prince Xiang's Palace in Zhenyuan of our country. He is indeed very talented, but it is said that his conduct is not very good. In order to seize the throne, he treated his own eldest brother, that is,
I was poisoned just now for my lack of loyalty and courage."
While praising him, the Shang King insulted Xiang Chen without leaving any trace.
"Oh, he has bad conduct and poisoned his elder brother by seizing his direct descendants." Wu Ling frowned, looked at the young man in white clothes and white hair, and said: "This person doesn't seem like this kind of person. He can write so many good poems, isn't it?
It is very likely that he is a person of bad character."
King Shang chuckled and said: "Everyone knows people but not their hearts. Who knows, but now he has been kicked out of Prince Xiang's Mansion."
Wu Ling looked at Xiang Chen after hearing this, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
No matter how talented you are, but your conduct is bad, no one will take kindly to such a person.
At this time, the Prime Minister said: "Who else's poems can compare with these poems by Xiang Chen?"
Many young talents below were silent. These few poems are enough to make Xiang Chen a god in the literary world. Who can compare with them?
Xiang Que gritted his teeth and looked at Xiang Chen. At this moment, he was too humiliated and speechless.
The eldest prince's face was calm, but his eyes were stern. It was obvious that Xiang Chen had made such a big splash, and he was extremely unhappy.
"Since no one can beat Xiang Chen, then Xiang Chen should be the first in this poem. Do you have any objections?"
Prime Minister Shang said that the prime minister of a country is also a person who is capable of literary and military skills and the ability to govern the country. He also admired these poems by Xiang Chen.
No one had any objections. Shang Xiang said respectfully to King Shang: "Your Majesty, what do you think?"
The King of Shang smiled lightly and said: "These poems by Xiang Chen are indeed stunning. They should be widely circulated. He is the first to be praised. I have no objection. These poems should be printed into a book of poems and should be circulated to commend the great merchants.
I am the general of Great Shang."
Even if he doesn't like Xiang Chen in his heart, it is impossible for this generation of kings to deny Xiang Chen's talent in public. Whether he likes him or not is one thing, but his kingly demeanor is another.
During the day, I can call you "Aiqing" with a smile, and at night, I can immediately kill you and kill you. This is the king's palace.
"Damn it, monkey, you are really amazing." Xia Houwu also looked at Xiang Chen with admiration.
Xiang Chen smiled lightly: "Do you think I learned the nine years of compulsory education in vain?"
Indeed, you both have nine years of compulsory education, why are you so outstanding!
The Prime Minister said: "Wen Song, if Xiang Chen is ranked first, he will be rewarded with one hundred thousand gold coins, one thousand spiritual stones, and one volume of Xuan-level middle-grade martial arts. Afterwards, Xiang Chen, the rewards will be distributed to you."
"Thank you, Prime Minister." Xiang Chen clasped his fists and looked at King Shang without leaving any trace.
And King Shang happened to be looking at him too.
"Damn it, let this little bastard steal the show." Someone beside the eldest prince said coldly.
Lin Huang, a genius of the Lin family, sneered: "Don't worry, it's just empty ink, it's of no use. In this world, strength is respected. When fighting, no one relies on words, relying on those poems to win. There will be Spring Hunt behind,
As for Wu Bi, this little beast is only at the level of Shen Zang, so he will suffer."
"That's right. We'll have to deal with this little beast during the spring hunting later."
Others also agreed one after another.
"I didn't expect that there would be such talented people in this mere Shang Kingdom."
Among the group of young people behind Wu Ling, a beautiful girl wearing a goose-yellow dress looked at Xiang Chen, with a hint of splendor in her beautiful eyes.
"Yes, Sister Xiao, those poems just now were all very nice."
A playful and cute girl in red, about twenty years old, laughed next to her.
"Hmph, poetry is so good that it is useless. The world is not conquered by literati. No matter how good the poetry is, I can beat him to death with one fist."
Next to him, a burly young man wearing a tiger fur suit smiled disdainfully.
"Tch, Xu Sen, you are a reckless man who only knows how to fight and kill. What do you know?" the girl in red snorted coldly.
"Tong Yan, do you dare to say that I am a reckless man?" the tiger-skinned young man said angrily.
"You're not, then you have the ability to write two poems." The girl named Tong Yan chuckled.
"Okay, Xu Sen, why are you arguing with a girl? Didn't you notice? That boy's name is Xiang Chen!" Next to him, another young man in blue robe with a protruding forehead and high hairline had sharp eyes.
Turning around, looking at Xiang Chen.
"Brother Luo, what's wrong?" Xu Sen asked confused.
Xu Luo said coldly: "Have you forgotten, what is the name of the boy that Brother Ye asked us to come to Dashang to look for? His name is Xiang Chen!"
Xu Sen suddenly realized and said: "Yes, his name is Xiang Chen. This kid is also called Xiang Chen. Could it be him?"
Xu Luo sneered and said: "It would be easier if it was him. Unexpectedly, he is a weakling in the realm of Shenzang. We will ask afterward. If it is him, we will destroy him!"
"Hehe, okay." Xu Sen smiled sinisterly. He was the most disgusted with these sour literati.
"Xu Luo, Xu Sen, what do you want to do?" Tong Yan asked.
"It's none of your business. Do you dare to interfere with Brother Ye's affairs?"
Xu Sen sneered.
"You..." Tong Yan's face became angry and she was about to say something, but the woman in yellow grabbed her hand and shook her head, signaling her not to cause more trouble.
It seems that they are also extremely afraid of Brother Ye, whom these two people call Brother Ye.
After the poem was over, he said to the Prime Minister: "Since ancient times, our human race has used martial arts to rule the world and protect all people. In that era when ferocious beasts were rampant, it was the true martial and powerful seniors in our human race who protected our human race from destruction.
It is the foundation of the country, and next is the second activity of our Spring Festival Palace Party."
"Spring hunting, martial arts competition!"
"Haha, it's finally my favorite activity."
"Yes, I want to compete with sour poetry and lyrics. Spring hunting and martial arts competitions are men's battlefields. Xiang Chen's poems are so good that they are useless. Can he save his life and make meritorious deeds?"
