Hong Yi was not afraid at all. He stood up and was very satisfied. He glanced around and saw that everyone was looking at him. A trace of pride flashed in his eyes and he recited loudly.

"The Holy Lord came to the palace with his sleeves on his sleeves, and entertained all the sages under the flowers in Qujiang. For nine days, the sun and the moon were shining clearly, and the heroes from all over the world looked at the vastness. The union of the emperor and the emperor, the emperor should not be the ancestor. The grass is worried about the country from now on. , remember the first chapter of the cloud chapter."

Hong Yi's poem was appropriate for the occasion. He couldn't help praising Emperor Qian and all the ministers who attended the banquet. It also showed his style of winning the first prize in the imperial examination. Pan and Hong were both ancient holy emperors. As soon as this poem came out, Emperor Qian He couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, raised his glass, and drank with everyone.

Yang Qian also followed the crowd and drank a drink. There was no joy on his face, and he was cold and indifferent.

After Hong Yi sat down, he looked at Yang Qian's expression across from him, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Could it be that the Jade Prince was jealous of him? Otherwise, he would never contact him again after he won the Zhonghui Yuan. You know Even the courtiers who had never interacted with him in the past kept contacting him to entertain him, but as his old friend, Jade Prince Yang Qian, there was no movement, which made Hong Yi feel somewhat uncomfortable, and he had feelings for Jade Prince Yang Qian. Some grudges.

Yang Gan felt Hong Yi's burning gaze, looked up at Hong Yi, smiled slightly, raised his glass and took a sip. Hong Yi was slightly stunned. Seeing the attitude of Prince Jade Yang Gan, he felt that he was overthinking it. He also raised his glass in response.

Emperor Qian was sitting at the top, looking at the dark-faced champion Hou Yang'an. With a thought in his heart, he lifted Hong Yi up in order to restrain the champion Hou Yang'an. It was a good opportunity for the two to clash head-on. He thought for a moment. said.

"Hong Yi was a young genius who won the first prize and attracted the chorus of hundreds of saints. He was the person favored by the cultural movement of the Qian Dynasty. However, since ancient times, the imperial court needed to pay equal attention to civil and military affairs. Both are indispensable. The champion prince is also a young hero and is favored by the martial arts. !”

Emperor Qian's eyes were fixed on the champion Hou Yang An, and all the court officials followed him and turned their attention to the champion Hou Yang An. For a while, Yang An also became the focus of everyone.

Yang Gan couldn't help but smile when he saw Emperor Qian who was trying to cause trouble. He finally put down his chopsticks and raised his head to watch the show.

The champion Hou Yangan enjoyed the feeling of being noticed by everyone. His face was full of joy and joy, and he raised his hands and said to Emperor Qian.

"I only have a small amount of merit, but I still rely on His Majesty's trust. I cannot deserve His Majesty's praise!"

Emperor Qian laughed, shook his head, his eyes became softer and softer, and he said loudly.

"The words of the champion are too modest. Although today is the Qionglin Banquet, the champion also made great achievements some time ago and defeated the clouds. Now why not take advantage of this opportunity to compose a poem to let the ministers know that the champion is not only His martial arts skills are outstanding, and his literary talent is also outstanding!"

It can be said that the champion Hou Yang An and Hong Yi have deep grudges and have suffered a lot at the hands of Hong Yi. Now they naturally do not want to lag behind. They immediately stood up and bowed to Qian Emperor, responded, and glanced at everyone, with no eyes left. Son, unruly and unruly, chanted word by word.

"The husband holds the Wu hook with only one hand, and his spirit is higher than that of a ten thousand-foot-long tower. Whoever has made history for millions of years wants to be named a marquis from eight thousand miles away."

"good!"

"good!"

"It's so heroic, it's really a good poem!"

"As expected of a champion in the military, he is so heroic!"

As soon as the poem by Champion Hou was published, it immediately caused a sensation in the entire Qionglin Banquet. Even these new scholars had to admit that Champion Hou Yang An was a man of great literary talent and extraordinary momentum, and had the courage to conquer all corners of the world.

Yang Qian also nodded slightly, appreciating this poem by the champion Hou Yangan very much, and felt that it was more in line with his taste than the poem by Hong Yi just now. Although he was not on good terms with the champion Hou Yangan, he still cheered slightly. Palmed.

Champion Hou Yang An glanced at Yang Qian in surprise. He didn't expect that he would actually show kindness to him. He was even more complacent. He walked to Hong Yi's seat and suddenly said.

"Hong Yi, you are the number one scholar in the new science. Your article has aroused the chorus of hundreds of saints. Your literary talent is elegant. I don't know how to comment on my poem?"

Hong Yi frowned. Their personalities were somewhat similar. They were both domineering people and did not want others to show off in front of them. Today was a Qionglin banquet, not a celebration banquet. The protagonist should have been Hong Yi, who was the number one scholar. Now, How can you be content with seeing a champion lord win a whole house of applause with his poem?

Hong Yi also did not expect that the champion would suddenly target him at this time. He felt that he was being stared at by the champion's eyes and felt very uncomfortable. His head was thinking rapidly and he thought to himself.

"I was trying to think of a way to hack you, but you came to mess with me first?"

Hong Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he thought of some idea. He immediately stood up and faced the champion Hou Yangan and asked.

"I dare to ask, Champion, what is the Wu hook in your poem?"

"Wu Gou? This is an ancient divine sword. It resembles a curve and a hook. It is called Wu Gou."

Champion Hou Yangan was stunned by Hong Yi's question. He didn't expect that Hong Yi didn't know the divine sword Wu Gou, so he explained directly.

"I am familiar with classics and history, and it seems that there is no divine sword called Wu Gou. And you said that the divine sword is like a curve or a hook? I have been in the Qian Dynasty, and the shape of the divine sword has been straight and straight since ancient times. It is based on the integrity of the sword! So! The reason why scholar-officials wear swords instead of swords is for integrity! You said that the divine sword is like a curve and a hook. How can there be any sword in the world that is not upright? Which dynasty's divine sword are you talking about?"

In the blink of an eye, Hong Yi seized on the loopholes in Champion Hou's poems and launched a massive attack. His voice was so loud that everyone in the entire hall could hear it clearly.

"That's right... In the ancient methods of the Celestial Dynasty, swords are made with the meaning of "uprightness". There is no sword that is as curved as a hook, and it seems that we have never heard of the divine sword Wu Gou."

As soon as Hong Yi said this, there was a lot of discussion in the whole hall. Everyone present was a well-educated person who was familiar with classics and history. Indeed, they had never heard of Wu Gou, a magical sword that resembled a curve and a hook. They all used strange methods. His eyes turned to the champion Hou Yangan, which made him angry and his face turned red.

Emperor Qian looked at the scene in front of him and did not maintain order. He allowed everyone to criticize the champion Hou Yang'an, which was obviously to deepen the conflict and resentment between Hong Yi and the champion Hou Yang'an.

Hong Yi was a serious scholar of the Eight Classics. He was familiar with the classics and history. He was also good at "picking out" loopholes in language and mercilessly criticizing his opponents.

This is also a necessary means for reading, making articles, and attacking others. It is also a necessary means for scientific examinations to figure out the examiner's psychology and attack doctrines that are contrary to the examiner.

To be fair, Champion Hou's poem is indeed majestic and shocking. Hong Yi is ashamed of himself and finds it difficult to write such a good poem. After all, poetry requires inspiration, even if you are a poetry immortal or a poetry sage. It is impossible to compose poems casually.
Chapter completed!