Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

The quality of poetry is visible to the naked eye. Even if Zheng Han had a considerable degree of prejudice against Li Xin who took away his daughter-in-law, he couldn't say that Li Xin's poems were bad poems against his conscience. However, it is only limited to the level of "not bad", and a certain degree of belittling is naturally inevitable.

"Not bad. It's still neat." Zheng Han stroked his beard and said, his tone was only a little unnatural.

Chen Yin glanced at Zheng Han expressionlessly, and said slowly, "Really? I think it's pretty good."

Although he wanted to see Li Xin embarrassing, seeing him being bullied was unacceptable to Chen Yin. Especially under the premise that Chen Yin himself really found Li Xin's little poem quite interesting.

At this time, Chen Xinheng said with a smile: "Let's read Zheng Xiandi's poems first."

Although this guy doesn't like Confucianism, but after all, he has a solid family background, and he can see the beauty of Li Xin's poem at a glance. He immediately thought that if Zheng Boyang wanted to win, the only possibility was that he already had an old song in his stomach that was comparable to this song "Living Homely in Early Summer Afternoon Siesta", otherwise he would definitely lose.

The reason is simple: Chen Xinheng did not believe that Zheng Boyang could complete a more natural and higher quality poem than this poem in a hurry. If Zheng Boyang really had this level of talent, even Zheng Han would not have to bring him to the capital himself—the Zheng family will definitely list him as one of the key people to train, and will use a lot of political and academic resources to help him. He quickly became the pillar of the Zheng family.

In fact, the reason why aristocratic families like Wu Xing Qiwang have been able to stand for so many years is because most of them have excellent mechanisms for cultivating the next generation of pillars. In theory, as long as this set of mechanisms continues to operate, their family can continue to prosper.

Of course, there is no banquet in the world that never ends. A theory is a theory after all. In the real world, no family will prosper forever, this is the eternal truth.

Long story short, leaving this aside, Zheng Boyang's expression turned a little uglier as Chen Xinheng expected.

Li Xin smiled, calmly, harmlessly. However, this smile was extremely mocking in Zheng Boyang's eyes.

Li Xin raised his hand and said, "Brother Zheng, you can start now."

Zheng Boyang quietly clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and finally said: "Qing Tun shines on Lanzhao"

Zheng Han raised his eyelids slightly. Chen Yin also listened with great interest. Chen Xinheng calmly picked up his teacup and took another sip.

Li Xin looked at Zheng Boyang quietly, as if curious about what the next sentence would be.

However, Zheng Boyang unexpectedly did not continue talking. Although everyone in the hall at the moment, including Li Xin, felt that the first sentence he just uttered was somewhat meaningful and of acceptable quality, but he himself knew very well that he had lost.

No one knows his own poetry better than he. He knew that the old works he originally wanted to present on this occasion were inferior to Li Xin in terms of interest and refinement. For a while, he couldn't make any poems that could beat Li Xin. If you lose, you can't avoid it.

Damn it.

Zheng Boyang clenched his teeth tightly, as if biting a piece of Li Xin's flesh.

This guy obviously didn't know where he came up with a good poem, and he deliberately set up a trick to lure me in, otherwise there is no limit to genre and rhyme in poetry?