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Eight points is already very high.

For Zhang Shen, unless he encountered a poem that would be passed down through the ages, he would definitely not give it a perfect score.

Princess Huaiqing then nodded and glanced approvingly at the student who had just composed the poem.

"It is indeed a good poem. I give it a score of 9."

Her scoring criteria are not as strict as Zhang Shen's.

How could it be so easy to come across a poem that has been passed down through the ages?

She has held no less than ten poetry readings over the years.

But I still haven't come across a poem that is worthy of being passed down through the ages.

She had long given up hope, so she gave the poem a score of nine.

Next is the gentleman from the Imperial Academy.

He first turned his gaze to his students and said with a serious face.

"Wang Zhe, your poem today is quite good, but it's not up to your usual level. It seems you've been a bit slack in your studies lately. What did your teacher tell you? We scholars work hard and never slack off until we achieve success. Have you ignored your teacher's words?"

The student quickly admitted his mistake, saying, "Teacher, I know I was wrong. However, it's not that I'm arrogant. Even if I've been a little slack lately, I don't think anyone in Yunlu Academy today can surpass me."

Crazy, really crazy.

But it seems that he does have a lot of capital.

The others present originally thought that the Imperial College teacher was being too strict with his students, which was why he was scolding them.

Now it seems that this was done intentionally.

It was to provoke the anger of the students at Yunlu Academy.

When a person is angry, he cannot think calmly.

But writing poetry requires calmness.

Of course (2) slipping away. Except for a few abnormal ones, the ball is drawn and pulled out.

But there are very few such people throughout history.

The teacher from the Imperial College seemed very satisfied with his student's answer and nodded.

"Well, that's right. Students who graduate from our imperial academy should have this kind of pride. I give your poem a perfect score!"

Oh, how shameless.

Directly full marks.

Many people present had disdain on their faces.

However, Zhang Shen and Huai Qing both gave high scores, so even if he gave it a ten, no one else would be able to say anything.

The poem itself is good, and personal preferences vary.

It's reasonable to say it.

After he finished speaking, the Imperial College teacher gave Zhang Shen a provocative look.

The meaning is very clear.

"It's your turn."

Zhang Shen fixed his gaze on the students at Yunlu Academy and spoke loudly.

"Who's willing to come up and fight?"

A moment later, a student from Yunlu Academy stood out from the crowd.

"Sir, I'll give it a try."

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Lu Xiao still had some impression of this student from Yunlu Academy.

This person is a famous talent in the academy.

If we only consider his poetic talent, he is definitely one of the best in the academy.

Based on Lu Xiao's understanding of him, even if the poem he wrote couldn't compare to the previous "Mountain Moon," it would definitely not be inferior to it.

The student walked out of the crowd and slowly came to the center of the field.

Then he took a deep breath, picked up his brush, and immediately leaned over to write a poem.

"Bian Yue!"

"The horn sounds throughout Yumen in autumn, and the guard fires flow across the vast ocean."

"The iron armor is thick with frost for 30,000 feet, and the cold light reaches the general's head first."

As soon as this poem came out, it immediately attracted cheers from everyone in the courtyard.

There is also no "moon" poem.

It seems to be writing about the moon on the frontier.

But compared to the previous song "Mountain Moon" which describes the tranquility of the mountains, it is completely different.

The whole poem reveals an indescribable murderous aura.

This shows how the student felt at that moment.

The Imperial College wanted to provoke the students of Yunlu Academy.

They succeeded, but they also failed.

Because the student before him was indeed angry, but he did not let his anger cloud his mind. Instead, he transformed the anger in his heart into a sword in his hand and composed this murderous poem [Bian Yue].

Especially the last four words "cold light arrives first", which condensed into a sharp arrow with moonlight, iron armor and blood, piercing everyone's heart.

"Good poem, good poem."

Lu Xiao sighed again.

This poem "Border Moon" is no less impressive than the previous one "Mountain Moon" in terms of wording and artistic conception.

More importantly, it fits the tense atmosphere at the moment.

On this point, the difference is clear.

Again, Zhang Shen spoke first.

"Hahaha, good, well written, I give it a nine."

The smile in Zhang Shen's eyes was almost overflowing.

Princess Huaiqing also gave this Yunlu Academy student an approving look.

"Yes, this poem is not inferior to the previous one [Mountain Moon], I also give it a score of 9."

Although in her opinion, this "Border Moon" is better than the "Mountain Moon".

But it’s just some.

It's not even worthy of a perfect score for poetry.

So she hesitated for a long time, and finally gave it only nine points.

Of course, in her mind, 9.5 points was definitely there, but unfortunately, no one in the poetry gathering had ever given him half a point, so the 0.5 had to be waived.

After the two finished grading, they both turned their attention to the gentleman from the Imperial College.

I want to see what he would think of this poem.

The Imperial College teacher stroked his beard again and then spoke slowly.

"It's not easy for you to have such poetic talent at such a young age. But I want to ask you, have you ever been to the frontier?"

The student from Yunlu Academy below shook his head.

"I've never been there, but the Battle of Shanhai eighteen years ago was one of the most brutal wars fought by Dafeng since its founding. A full million Dafeng soldiers died in that battle. This painful event is something I can never forget every time I read history books. So, I've been determined since I was young: after completing my studies, I'll join the army, honorably defend the borders, and defend Dafeng against foreign enemies."

The Imperial College teacher didn't even listen to what he said next, and continued to talk on his own.

"Hmph, you haven't even been to the frontier, so how can you write about the real frontier scenery? In my opinion, this poem is really incomprehensible. I can only give you a score of five. Be more honest in the future."

This expression completely angered the students of Yunlu Academy.

"Is this the teacher from the Imperial College? How can he be a teacher if he is so biased?"

"Exactly. Who says you can't write frontier poems if you haven't been to the frontier? If I say I want to marry your mother, does that mean I really have to marry her?"

"Shameless, absolutely shameless!"

The students from the Imperial College across from them were not afraid either.

He immediately started cursing.

But unfortunately, no matter how harshly others scolded him, the gentleman from the Imperial College never blushed.

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Even when Princess Huaiqing couldn't stand it any longer, he still didn't show any other reaction.

At this moment, Princess Huaiqing already regretted inviting this person.

What a miscalculation.

Finally, Zhang Shen didn't want to embarrass Princess Huaiqing, so he spoke up.

"Forget it, stop arguing. Poetry preferences are entirely personal. Some people seek fame and reputation, and we can't follow suit. Let's continue the competition. Who else wants to try?"

As soon as he spoke, the students at Yunlu Academy finally quieted down.

Seeing that they had no rivals, the Imperial College naturally did not dare to continue their rampant behavior.

After all, they knew clearly in their hearts that they were in the wrong.

Next, the competition continues.

People from both sides kept trying.

It's a shame, let alone making a poem better than the first two.

There is not even a single poem that is comparable to it.

When judging the following poems, even the gentleman from the Imperial College should not go against his conscience.

Because what everyone wrote was so ordinary.

The literary world of Dafeng has been weak for a long time.

The literary world is now stagnant.

Two hundred years ago, Cheng Yasheng established the "principle" for Confucian scholars throughout the world.

At the same time, it also imprisoned the thoughts of Confucian scholars throughout the world.

Therefore, over the past two hundred years, the world's literary world has been getting worse year by year.

Even in the last few decades, no scholar has been able to write a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages.

Time passed little by little, and the poetry reading finally came to an end.

So far, the Imperial College poem "Mountain Moon" is still ranked first.

The second place went to Yunlu Academy's poem "Bian Yue" which only received five points from the Imperial Academy professor.

If nothing unexpected happens, Yunlu Academy will lose today.

It's not about literary talent that I lose, but about face.

Princess Lin'an urged anxiously, "You stinking scholar, if you don't make a move, the poetry gathering will be over soon."

Lu Xiao turned around and smiled, "Are you that confident in me?"

Lin'an said, "It's not that I have confidence in you. I can see now that those first two poems were indeed extraordinary. But even if you're no match for him, you still have to fight. It's okay to be inferior to him, but if you don't even fight, wouldn't that be cowardice? I've been fighting Huaiqing for over a decade, and I've never been cowardly. I can't afford to lose face."

Lu Xiao was even more amused: "I didn't realize you have such a good character."

The words are rough but the truth is true.

Although Lin'an has no literary talent, it is not difficult to see from these words that she is much better than some people with literary talent.

In that case, let's go ahead.