Although Mr. Zhao was also surprised by Xu Que's performance, he showed no expression at all. He sat in his original position with an expressionless face, took a sip of tea indifferently, and then put down the tea cup in his hand!

"Click!"

The sound of tea cups falling from the table broke the tranquility in the hall!

Mr. Zhao said indifferently: "Ten steps and ten poems, such absurd thing cannot be true. This person may have written these poems and just took them out today! Or, those poems were not created by him, but he just didn't know where he got them. Don't be deceived!"

As the saying goes, one word wakes up the dreamer!

Mo Yunshang, who was originally unwilling to accept it, and the scholars who had been tricked by Xu Que outside before, immediately reacted after hearing this.

Yes! Ten poems with ten steps and ten poems, this kind of thing is really absurd.

How could someone write ten poems in ten steps, and each poem is a quatrain, which is definitely impossible!

"Young Master Zhao is right. With Li Bai's character, it is hard to believe that those poems were written by him!"

"That's true, and if you think about it carefully, the artistic conceptions of the ten poems are different. Just imagine, how can a person have so many insights in ten steps?"

"Li Bai is a man who is arrogant and arrogant. I think the poems are definitely not written by him. They must have been obtained from somewhere, and they are just used today!"

"Damn it, this person's behavior is indeed despicable!"

Suddenly, many scholars stood up and criticized.

But the group of scholars who supported Xu Que frowned and objected: "Everyone, you can't say that. If those poems were created by others and were so classic, why have we never heard of them?"

"Yes, you know that Li Bai is a man. He is a strange person, and he is serious and scoundrel. If he is talented and able to create ten poems with different artistic conceptions in ten steps, it would be normal!"

"We have no evidence, and we cannot deny Brother Li's creations based on our own imagination!"

"Yeah, I think so!"

...

There were many different opinions, and the hall started to make noise again.

Mrs. Ya sat in the corner and slowly came to her senses. Seeing the group of scholars in front of her, she couldn't help but frown and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, there is no need to argue anymore. Today we are just a banquet, making friends with poetry, not people!"

After a sentence came, everyone was stunned. Seeing that Mrs. Ya's face looked a little ugly, she hurriedly closed her mouth and did not dare to argue again!

After all, literati are despised. When these scholars saw Xu Que unable to write ten poems in one breath in such a short time, and every classic sentence was naturally many of them purely with a jealous attitude and kept saying nonsense that Xu Que was not his own poem.

However, they had no evidence to prove these speculations at all, and they could only argue with a sour mouth. They stopped until they were scolded by Mrs. Ya's annoying tone and quickly returned to their respectful and serious expression.

Seeing that the scholars stopped clamoring, Mrs. Ya looked slightly calmer and leaned against the screen gracefully and elegantly, she said lightly: "No matter whether those poems were written by Mr. Li, we don't need to look at them. Since it is a poetry gathering, then just appreciate the poems. What do you think?"

Many scholars immediately nodded and said, "Mrs. Ya is right, we are abrupt!"

"Since that's the case, then the banquet will continue. Does anyone here have any poems to appreciate?" asked Mrs. Ya.

However, no one in the audience dared to speak and lowered his head.

Some scholars had prepared a few proud works, but now they didn’t dare to take them out!

There is really no way. After reading the ten famous poems of Xu Que, where would anyone dare to come out to recite poems and show off their ugly faces? As for the poems they wrote, if they were not covered by these ten poems of Xu Que, they could barely take them out to fill the scene, but now?

There is no harm without comparison!

Even Mo Yunshang, who is known as the King of Poetry, lowers his head now, pretends to be pondering, and does not reply! If such a conflict occurs with others, he will inevitably chase him, rack his brains and inspiration to write poems that will impress the other party.

But now, under the suppression of Xu Que's ten poems that were enough to be passed down through the ages, Mo Yunshang lowered his unruly head for the first time, and he did not even have the courage to write poems again.

Fortunately, Xu Que left after reciting the poem, otherwise the scholars who had ridiculed Xu Que would be embarrassed at this moment!

Seeing that everyone was silent, a hint of disappointment flashed through Mrs. Ya's eyes, she glanced out of the house, and felt a little depressed.

The only person who regrets Xu Que's departure is Mrs. Ya!

She sighed faintly, and her beautiful eyes were turned to Mr. Zhao who had been silent all the time, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth.

A young master Li left, and fortunately there was a head of the four talents, and there might be another surprise.

Thinking of this, she spoke, "Since you don't want to talk about poetry anymore, then let's get along with each other! The purpose of our party is to gather ideas, learn from each other and benefit from it!"

Just pairs?

When everyone heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up and they all became interested!

Poetry must be unsuccessful, but if you have a pair, you may have a chance to show your skills.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to Mr. Zhao, the leader of the four talents.

They all know that pairing is Mr. Zhao’s strength, and they also have a beautiful reputation for the king of kings. However, Mr. Zhao is a man with a weak temper and has never liked to take the initiative to make couplets, but instead likes to get other people’s first couplets.

So when Mrs. Ya talked about her, everyone was eager to try it out.

Anyway, if you get the question done, if you are matched by Mr. Zhao, there is no shame. After all, he is the king of the king and the leader of the four talents.

But if Mr. Zhao can stump him, he will definitely be famous in the imperial city. How can he miss such a great opportunity?

As a result, many scholars became active one after another. No matter what, they could show their faces more or less, and increase their fame in the scholarly circle in Beijing.

But just as the scholars were ready to show off some of the absolutes that they had been thinking about for a few months, Xu Que's figure suddenly appeared at the door of the hall, with a humble smile on his face.

"Huh? I heard you want to be right. To be honest, what I am best at is not chanting poetry, but doing the right thing!"

Everyone turned their heads and almost fainted.

I'm going, brother, aren't you already leaving? Why are you back again?

And... Isn't you good at writing poetry? What are you best at?

Are you here to make the right match or to make the right match?
Chapter completed!