If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

What?!

These words caused an uproar throughout the room!

"Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"He didn't do it? Did you do it?"

"This poem is so powerful that it would be hard to believe it was written by a boy of such a young age if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes."

……

"Oh?"

Qin Feng looked at him leisurely: "Young master, you must provide evidence before you speak. You say this poem wasn't written by me, then may I ask who you are? And who wrote this poem?"

The young man puffed out his chest, a haughty look on his face.

"I am Lu Yuan, nephew of Lu Guan, a Hanlin Academician!"

"As for this poem, it was written by my uncle, Lu Guan, during his early travels to the border regions! It's just that it hasn't been made public yet!"

"You must have overheard it somewhere by chance, then claimed it as your own, deceiving the world and stealing a reputation!"

Lu Yuan's voice grew louder and louder, as if he himself had come to believe his own story.

He had a well-thought-out plan in mind.

My uncle, Lu Guan, was a renowned Confucian scholar of the time, with students and former officials all over the country.

Qin Feng, the man in front of him, was just an unknown young man. Even if he had some talent, how could he dare to offend his uncle?

As long as he insists that the poem was written by his uncle, this kid will have no way to defend himself!

When the time comes, I will present this timeless masterpiece to my uncle, which will surely win his favor and bring him much assistance in his future career.

As for plagiarism?

joke!

Can something done by a scholar be called stealing?

This is called retrieving the lost treasure for your uncle!

Qin Feng almost laughed in exasperation at his confident look.

I've seen plenty of shameless people.

But to be this shameless is truly rare.

"Young Master Lu, is that right?"

Qin Feng stepped forward and asked in return, "You said this poem was written by your uncle, but I'd like to ask you that."

"First, Grand Scholar Lu is a literary giant. If he had truly created such a masterpiece worthy of being passed down through the ages, why would he have kept it hidden for so many years, preventing it from being published? Was it because he feared his fame would be too great, or did he feel that this poem was not presentable enough?"

"Secondly, your claim that I overheard it by chance is even more laughable! How could someone as insignificant as me have access to Grand Secretary Lu's unpublished works? Could it be that Grand Secretary Lu is lax in managing his household, and his calligraphy is frequently leaking out?"

"third!"

Qin Feng's tone suddenly rose, each word like a knife: "I composed this poem here today, and you, with nothing but empty words, think you can steal it and give it to your uncle as a reward?"

"Did I plagiarize, or are you just trying to steal my work by force?!"

The three questions in a row were like three heavy hammer blows, striking Lu Yuan's heart hard.

"You...you're spouting nonsense!"

Lu Yuan's face flushed instantly. Pointing at Qin Feng, he argued forcefully, "This poem belongs to my uncle!"

For a time, the two held their own opinions and could not reach an agreement.

"quiet."

Just then, the middle-aged scholar spoke again.

His voice carried an unquestionable air of authority, instantly taking control of the entire room.

"Words are no proof, but whether they are true or false is easy to determine."

He looked at Qin Feng, his eyes carrying a hint of testing.

"If you are truly talented, why not compose another poem to prove your innocence? What do you say?"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Write another one?

Are you kidding me!

The poem we just read was already a timeless masterpiece that is hard to come by. To try to compose another poem that can rival it is simply a pipe dream!

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan was overjoyed and quickly interjected, "That's right! Compose another one! If you can't, you're a plagiarist!"

Fearing that Qin Feng might have prepared other poems in advance, he quickly came up with a plan.

"To be fair, I'll set the question!"

Lu Yuan pointed to the magnificent pavilion and said smugly, "Write a poem on the spot using this 'Wenchang Pavilion' as the theme! Do you dare?"

His intentions were extremely malicious.

A work created to suit the occasion truly tests one's skills and knowledge, and it is absolutely impossible to prepare it in advance.

Moreover, there are very few truly excellent poems that use objects to express one's aspirations.

He refused to believe that Qin Feng could conjure up another timeless masterpiece!

"Why wouldn't I dare? I agree!"

Qin Feng nodded without hesitation.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged scholar's eyes showed even greater appreciation, and he rolled up his sleeves again.

"I'll grind the ink for you."

"No need."

Qin Feng waved his hand, declining this tremendous honor.

Seeing his posture, Lu Yuan assumed he was feeling guilty and couldn't help but sneer, "What's wrong? Can't write it? No problem, this young master is magnanimous. I'll give you an hour to think about it!"

"An hour?"

Qin Feng glanced back at Lu Yuan as if he were looking at an idiot.

"It won't take that long."

Qin Feng surveyed the entire audience, meeting the gazes that held varying degrees of doubt, expectation, and disdain, and slowly began to speak:

"This poem can be completed within seven steps."

……

boom!

These words caused an uproar throughout the Wenchang Pavilion!

"He's insane! This kid is absolutely insane!"

"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant! He's insulting us all!"

Lu Yuan laughed so hard he almost fell over, pointing at Qin Feng with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Hahaha, what did I just hear? Composing a poem in seven steps? Fine, if you can do that, I'll eat this inkstone right here and now!"

Only the middle-aged scholar, far from being angered, revealed an unprecedented glint in his deep eyes.

He wanted to see whether this young man, who had repeatedly surprised him, was a pretentious insect or a true dragon soaring through the heavens!

in the corner.

Commander Lü's heart was pounding in his chest.

My young lord!

One poem has already caused a huge uproar, how dare you still boast like this!

If you can't do this, in front of this lord... that would be a crime of deceiving the emperor!

……

Under the spotlight.

Qin Feng turned around, faced the stairs leading to the second floor, and stepped out with steady steps.

pedal!

step.

He looked up at the setting sun gradually sinking into the western mountains outside the pavilion, and began to recite:

"The sun sets beyond the mountains!"

Great sentence!

This sentence is plain and simple, yet it evokes a profound and distant feeling, perfectly capturing the scene of sunset at this moment.

Before everyone could savor it.

Qin Feng took the second step.

pedal!

His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of buildings, looking towards the distant north, where a mighty river flowed ceaselessly.

"The Yellow River flows into the sea!"

boom!

If the first line describes the scene, then this second line describes the atmosphere!

An indescribable, majestic, and magnificent aura swept over them, making everyone feel a tightness in their chests and their breath catch in their throats!

It's magnificent!

In just ten words, a vast and magnificent picture of mountains and rivers is drawn!

The middle-aged scholar's body trembled slightly.

Followed by.

Qin Feng quickened his pace.

Step three, step four, step five, step six...

He climbed the steps, each step feeling as if he were stepping on the heartbeats of everyone present.

Finally, as he landed on the seventh step, he reached the second floor of the Wenchang Pavilion.

Qin Feng turned around, looking down at the stunned crowd below, especially Lu Yuan, whose face was ashen.

He opened his mouth and uttered the final two crucial sentences.

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears!

"To see a thousand miles further!"

"Reach even higher levels!!!"