Here you go."

"That's right! If Du Jun can't explain it clearly, he won't be able to convince scholars from all over the world, and I'm afraid he will miss the leader."

Lu Xionghua hurriedly agreed, seizing this loophole to give Du Ning a severe counterattack.

Many readers were also smiling, thinking that Du Ning had finally revealed a fatal flaw.

Qin Wenxi thought he was sure of victory, and cast an extremely contemptuous and mocking look at Du Ning. He even raised his head slightly towards Du Ning. That kind of confidence and posture seemed to be condescending, announcing to Du Ning that he was the last one.

A winner.

Fan Heshan said: "I don't agree with what you two gentlemen said. In any case, Du Jun's poem is also a poem handed down from generation to generation. Who can be dissatisfied with being the first? Who dares to be dissatisfied? Although there are many heroes from all over the world present, who else can be like him?"

Du Jun also writes poems that are handed down from generation to generation? If even one poem that has been handed down from generation to generation fails to win the first prize, wouldn’t this literary conference become a joke in the literary circles of various countries?"

Kong Chengshun nodded and said: "That's right! In any case, it is an indisputable fact that Du Jun wrote a poem handed down from generation to generation. How can we deny the status of this poem just because of the existence of a little reverie? Besides, no gold is pure, and no one is perfect.

There is no absolutely perfect thing in the world, and there is no absolutely useless existence. The two gentlemen can understand Du Jun, but they cannot follow their own tempers."

There was a burst of discussion among the crowd, and they all agreed with what Kong Chengshun said.

Lu Xionghua's face darkened, and he said righteously: "Since it is an exchange of literary exchanges, we, the scholars, should strive for excellence. The poems that the scholars draw from local materials must not only conform to the theme of the literary association, but also the environment in which we live.

, If this cannot be achieved, then the leader of this literary society must not be given to Du Jun."

Wei Boqing glanced at Fan Heshan and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a sarcastic look.

"You are simply arrogant!"

An angry look appeared on Fan Heshan's face, "Okay! Since you two think that Du Jun's lyrics cannot be the leader, I would like to ask you two, who else can be the writer besides Du Jun's lyrics?"

Will you be the leader?"

Lu Xionghua sneered and said: "Mr. Fan, why should you be anxious? The literary conference has just begun, and there are still many scholars who have not created anything. Lu believes that someone will definitely write better poems. Are you right?"

"Yes!"

Many readers responded immediately.

Lu Xionghua pretended to be disappointed and said to Du Ning: "Du Jun, the literary meeting has just begun. For the sake of fairness, we can't announce you as the leader yet. We have to wait for others to finish the poems. Do you mind if there are more poems?"

Sit down for a while?"

Instead, Du Ning stood up, raised his hands to everyone and said, "Today is a rare Lunar New Year's Eve literary gathering. Du should have a good time with many literary friends and talk freely. However, tomorrow, Du will be ordered by the Holy Court to go to Lanzhou to serve as the prefect.
Chapter completed!