Chapter 669

In the hall, silence fell.

Everyone's eyes secretly looked at the young emperor on the high platform, and they were silent.

And Nangong Yang, still smiling, seemed not to care.

At this time, the prince Gray of the Great Mongolia Empire suddenly sneered, looked at the young man standing in the corner with a bad face and said: "Who are you, dare to speak wildly here? You fight on behalf of the eldest princess, are you qualified?"

Luo Qingzhou walked out of the corner, met his eyes, and said righteously: "Who are you, dare to speak rudely in my Great Yan, and look down on my Great Yan men? You are a vulgar and barbaric person, and you want to humiliate my Great Yan goddess with a few rotten poems? Are you qualified?"

As soon as these words came out, the Great Yan royal family and those ministers, as well as the five talented people from Jiangnan and Yujing, all shouted in their hearts: Good scolding!

Even the queen mother behind the pearl curtain couldn't help but clenched her fist.

Changsun Wan'er and Nangong Xueyi, who were standing by, looked at the young man in front of them with shining eyes. He was dressed in a Confucian robe and was elegant, upright and fearless of power.

"How dare you!"

Upon hearing this, Gray was furious, and his robe suddenly swelled up.

Who knew that at this moment, the royal family members who had just remained silent suddenly stood up.

Some ministers also stood up in indignation.

The royal family members and ministers who were still sitting, seeing this scene, also stood up immediately.

Even the guards leaning against the corner of the wall took a step forward in unison, clenched their weapons, and stared at him with a fierce look.

The people from the five major sects naturally stood up.

At this moment, all the men of Dayan in the hall stood up and protected the young man behind them!

They had been angry about the arrogance and contempt of the prince of the Great Mongolia Empire, but because he was a distinguished guest, no one dared to speak. Now someone took the lead, and those words touched their hearts, so they naturally couldn't help but burst out!

"Prince Gray! This is my Great Yan, not your Great Meng!"

A prince shouted coldly.

The other princes and dukes, those respected old ministers, also shouted loudly.

When Gray saw that he had angered everyone, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly put away his momentum, stepped back a few steps, and returned to his seat.

At this time, Prince Lamore of Badan Kingdom also laughed and said, "Prince Gray, do you think Great Yan is a vassal state of your Great Mongolia?"

The prince of Beicang Kingdom, Lang Xiao, also sneered and said, "I think so too."

Gray looked ugly and glared at the two of them.

At this time, Nangong Yang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, quickly stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, okay, everyone sit down. Today is a good day for my Great Yan. The harmony and happiness of our guests are the most important."

After the emperor spoke, the royal family members and ministers took their seats one after another, and each of them was still full of anger.

Nangong Yang smiled, looked at the young man behind the row of seats, and said, "Luo Qing just said a few simple words, and let my uncles and ministers defend you together. It's not easy."

Luo Qingzhou said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Your Majesty, the princes and adults are not defending a mere me, but the majesty of Great Yan, the face of all the ancestors, all the women, and all the people of Great Yan!"

"Well said!"

Behind the pearl curtain, the queen mother clapped her hands and praised.

The royal family members and old ministers also nodded in praise.

The muscles at the corners of Nangong Yang's eyes twitched, and he paused and smiled, "Luo Qing did say it well."

Then he said, "Well, since Luo Qing is going to fight on behalf of the emperor's sister, please go ahead."

Gray sneered, looked at the opposite side with a sneer on his face and said, "This prince wants to see how good you are at using your eloquence in poetry!"

The hall gradually became quiet.

Outside the hall, many people also saw the dispute, but they didn't know the specific reason.

Behind the bead curtain, a figure in a red dress looked quietly at the figure outside.

Bai Ling stood behind Nangong Meijiao and looked at him quietly.

The figure in green from Lingxiao Sect stared at him from beginning to end.

"Have you not seen the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning? Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror of the hall, which was black in the morning and turned into snow in the evening..."

When the first two sentences came out, the three Jiangnan talents and the two Yujing talents, as well as Changsun Wan'er next to them, and even the Hanlin academician sitting in the seat, were all shocked and held their breath.

"When life is happy, you must enjoy it to the fullest, don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain. I was born with talents that must be useful, and I will come back even if I spend all my money..."

When these two sentences came out again, Liu Sansi, the leader of the Jiangnan talents, couldn't help but clap his hands and praise, his face full of excitement.

Even Li Zhao of the Hanlin Academy was excited and his face flushed.

"Cooking sheep and cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at the party. Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, I just hope to be drunk forever and never wake up..."

Luo Qingzhou stopped reading here.

Everyone was so excited that they were all waiting for him to continue reading. They were silent and waited for him to continue reading. But after a while, he didn't say anything.

Liu Sansi couldn't help but bowed and asked, "Mr. Luo, is there anything else?"

Luo Qingzhou said, "No, I've finished reading."

All the scholars were stunned when he said this.

Li Zhao from the Hanlin Academy couldn't help but stand up and asked, "Mr. Luo, does this poem have a title and a tune?"

Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "The title is [Drinking Wine], but there is no tune."

"Will you be drinking?"

After listening to this, Li Zhao thought hard and couldn't find such a theme in his memory. He raised his hand and asked, "Did Young Master Luo create it himself?"

Luo Qingzhou said: "That's right."

Hearing this, Li Zhao looked at him deeply, nodded, and sat down.

At this time, the prince of the Dameng Empire suddenly sneered and said with a sarcastic face: "What self-created subject matter, don't come out and embarrass yourself if you can't write it! Although I am not good at poetry, I also know the rhythm of poetry and various sentences. The length and length have already been determined, and your random fabrications are simply making people laugh and bring shame on you!"

Luo Qingzhou looked at him and said: "Since Prince Gray said so, please forgive me for taking the liberty to say a few words. As far as I know, your Dameng's earliest territory was only half the size of my Great Yan Kyoto. Since you Da Meng The Mongolian ancestors had already determined the area of ​​the previous territory, had drawn maps, and had given instructions Okay, you have to keep the territory on the map, so why do you continue to expand the territory and the map? Prince Gray probably didn't learn the Dayan language when he was a child, and he didn't go out to see other countries, right? Come out? Why do you have to break the rules and keep doing diplomacy?"

"If the prince feels that some rules should not be broken, should not introduce new ones, and should not make progress, if the prince feels that he should always stick to the old rules, always be stubborn, and always act according to the rules of his ancestors and the past, then you Dameng and what you are doing now will How should we explain what we did?”

As soon as these words came out, Gray's face suddenly darkened, but there was no argument to be made.

"Okay! Well said!"

At this time, Nangong Ke, Prince Duan, suddenly slapped the table and praised: "Poems, lyrics, and songs do have various rules, but they are changing with each passing day. If you keep creating according to the old themes, you will not be able to create your own songs. Innovation, what else? Is it interesting? The reason why my culture is prosperous is that it is all-encompassing and can accommodate all creations. As long as your creations are good and convincing, even if you create a "shit" poem title and lyrics, it will not matter. Any questions!"

The other princes next to him also nodded in agreement.

People from the five major sects also looked at the brave and knowledgeable young man with admiration.

Gray's face was filled with anger and when he wanted to argue again, Nangong Yang said: "Li Aiqing, tell me, who wins and who loses in these two poems, Luo Qing and Su Caizi?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the academician of the Hanlin Academy.

After Li Zhao heard this, he stood up and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I think that Mr. Luo will win in this first game. Although I don't agree with the meaning of Mr. Luo's poem, it is undeniable that this poem is definitely the best. "

As soon as these words came out, Gray immediately glared and said: "Master Li, you just said that our poem is an excellent poem! They are all good poems, why should he win?"

Li Zhao looked at him and said: "Prince Gray, before Mr. Luo's poem came out, Su Caizi's poem was indeed an excellent work. But after Mr. Luo's poem came out, Su Caizi's poem was naturally the best. Just like comparing the light of a firefly to the bright moon, there is no comparison at all."

Gray was furious when he heard this. He immediately looked at Nangong Yang who was sitting on the dragon throne and said, "Your Majesty, you are deliberately bullying others! I am not convinced!"

Nangong Yang smiled and said: "Prince Gray, please be patient. Li Hanlin will not bully others casually. In this way, let's ask other people's opinions."

Then he looked at the talented people behind the other princes and said, "What do you think?"

The talented men from Badan Kingdom, Beicang Kingdom, Gaoqi Kingdom and Loulan Kingdom all said, "Of course Mr. Luo wins!"

The prince of Gao Qi State was full of praise: "The beginning of Mr. Luo's poem is majestic, the middle sentences are like gold, every word is precious, and the end is even more memorable. I am still thinking about it until this moment..."

Nangong Yang looked at the burly young man named Su Tu behind Gray, and said with a smile: "Su Caizi, who do you think is better between your poem and Luo Qing's poem. "

Gray turned his head and stared at him darkly.

Although Su Tu wanted to lie, he also had the shame of a scholar. Seeing so many people staring at him, and many famous talents watching for a long time, he could not have the nerve to tell lies.

He lowered his head in fear and could only answer truthfully: "Your Majesty, Luo Caizi's poems... are even better."

As soon as these words came out, Gray completely gave up.

Nangong Yang still had a smile on his face and didn't seem to have any mood swings. He glanced at a few more people and announced, "Okay, this first round, Luo Qing wins."

Then he added: "Oh no, it was the imperial sister who won."

When he said this, he looked at the young man standing by the pillar, with a warm smile on his face.

Luo Qingzhou's eyes were also looking at him.

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