Directed Leakage of Inner Voice: I Pretended to Be a God Undergoing Tribulations Chapter 358

"Now that everyone is here, Wenren Xin, how do you propose we set the topics?"

Yue Fuguang tossed the lon seeds in her hand back onto the plate and threw the question back at Wenren Xin, lest they bla heaven and earth instead of their own uselessness when they lose later!

Wenren Xin bowed and said, "I believe it would be best if each of the six of us sets one topic. What do you think?"

The others nodded in agreent. Yue Fuguang rely smiled and agreed, letting them make whatever foolproof preparations they wanted beforehand.

Faced with the Sage of Poetry and the Immortal of Poetry standing behind her, they were not even worth ntioning.

At this mont, Kong You suddenly said, "In recent years, it has beco popular among us scholars to write lines of irregular lengths, which we call Ci poetry. Why don't we compose both Shi poems and Ci poems for today's match? What do you all think?"

Although he asked the group, Kong You's eyes were fixed on Yue Fuguang.

Hearing his words, Yue Fuguang suddenly laughed. To think that these few people wanted to forcibly shake the Tang and Song dynasties backing her. How ridiculous!

She made no attempt to hide the smile on her face and said loudly, "Acceptable!"

Kong You, who had been full of confidence, suddenly felt a bit unsure because of Yue Fuguang's inexplicable smile.

However, the arrow was already on the bowstring. No matter what thoughts he had, he had to continue. After all, they were the ones who had provoked this matter.

Next ca the question of who would set the first topic. Yue Fuguang leaned back in her chair, "I, the Junior Preceptor, do not mind. Any of you can go first."

Seeing her young age, not only did she not take them seriously, but she also seed to genuinely treat this challenge, which they had planned for nearly a year, as an insignificant ga!

Kong You and Wenren Xin exchanged a glance. Kong You spoke first, "Since it was Brother Wenren who started this, how about you set the first topic, Brother?"

"We have no objections." The others said, looking up at Yue Fuguang.

Yue Fuguang made a gesture of invitation and said, "Wenren Xin, please present the topic!"

Wenren Xin cupped his hands to the crowd and pretentiously thought for a mont, as if he could not find a satisfactory topic.

Turning around, he happened to see the brightly blooming chrysanthemums placed under the vermilion pillars in the hall. He suddenly smiled, pointed at the cluster of chrysanthemums, and said, "Why don't we use chrysanthemums as the first topic? Everyone is free to choose between Shi or Ci poetry. What do you think?"

Everyone nodded. At this ti, Yue Fuguang also slowly walked down the jade steps and sat in the seats specially set up for the six of them in the center of the hall.

Hearing that the topic was chrysanthemums, Yue Fuguang unconsciously thought of the line that the person is thinner than the yellow flower.

For this round, I must invite my number one talented woman, Sister Zhao, to take the stage.

While Yue Fuguang was grinding ink, the others had already found inspiration and were wielding their brushes on paper. One could only say that their talent ca very quickly indeed.

In a mont, Wenren Xin's poem Defying the Frost was completed. A person from Nanyue cupped his hands to everyone in the hall and then loudly recited his verses: "The west wind cuts to the bone and a hundred flowers wither, alone embracing the cold branch cast like iron. Not all who are aloof must shun the world, where the heart's lamp burns is the spring tide."

Bei Ye was the first to clap and praise, "Good poem! What a wonderful line, Not all who are aloof must shun the world."

The others also gave high praise. Wenren Xin appeared modest on the surface, but seeing his slightly raised head, he looked like a rooster that had just begun to fight and was already certain of its victory, eager to spread its wings and show off its gorgeous feathers.

Then ca Splashing Gold by Song Xian of Beili.

"Who splashes golden clouds all over the imperial city? Thousands of arrowheads shoot into the clear autumn. The horse bones of the capital are worth a thousand gold, yet they cannot match a single tender blossom in the frosty sky."

As soon as his poem ca out, Bei Ye again took the lead in praising, "Mr. Song has great verses. What a wonderful line, Thousands of arrowheads shoot into the clear autumn. The use of the word shoot is extrely brilliant. What does Third Royal Brother think?"

Prince Bei Yue smiled and raised his cup, "I toast to Mr. Song. Sir, you have great talent. However, I am different from my Fifth Brother; I prefer the line yet they cannot match a single tender blossom in the frosty sky."

While the two brothers of the Beili royal family exchanged words, the poems of the others were also ready.

Reclusion by Lan Fengling of Xiqiang:

"Autumn light fills the gaps in the fence, white dew blends with tea to lengthen the flavor. Occasionally, poetry debts from Master Tao arrive, and the moon's marks, deep and shallow, print upon the southern pond."

Embracing Fragrance by Da Dao:

"Golden armor draped in frost stands in the evening courtyard, its faint fragrance refuses to cross the window lattice. Embracing the branch, it defends the Double Ninth promise to the death, leaving a preface for the plum blossoms."

Once these two poems were presented, setting aside the others, the mbers of their own diplomatic missions were the first to highly praise them.

Only Wenren Xin, who initially thought he could outshine everyone, had an increasingly dark expression, especially when Kong You's Ci poem Xing Xiang Zi: Wild Chrysanthemum was presented; his face looked as if it had been splashed with ink.

"Not claiming spring's glory, instead polishing autumn's gong. Facing the green cliffs, bursting forth like cold stars. The wind carves its jade petals, the dew tempers its golden eyes. Keeping three parts stubbornness, seven parts wildness, and ten parts purity. The deserted path once knew the welco of fair hands. Who now rembers the bamboo basket and cloud-like hair? Fragrance sinks in the ancient ravine, shadow falls into the empty vase. Leaving only the mountain soul thin, the stone soul silent, the moon soul awake."

With the topic of chrysanthemums, Wenren Xin knew that if his own Defying the Frost showed its strength, then Embracing Fragrance displayed its loyalty, Reclusion carried its transcendence, and Splashing Gold depicted its magnificence.

As for Kong You's Ci poem, it revealed an eternal life posture that transcended ti and space. The few of them were evenly matched; he had indeed rejoiced a bit too early just now.

He just did not know how Junior Preceptor Yue's work would turn out. As long as any of them surpassed her poem, it would be a victory for them all.

Yue Fuguang, who was on their minds, was slowly copying her poem while discreetly observing their expressions.

It seed that this provocation was indeed preditated by their respective countries, but when it ca to selecting topics, they might not have truly shared their bottom lines with each other.

After all, given her current reputation among the six nations, the common people might not know who their own emperor was, but they definitely knew the title of Goddess Yue Fuguang.

As for the poetry circles, sorry, that was just a handful of people; she had no interest in knowing about them.

However, it was undeniable that stepping on her reputation to rise to power was a huge temptation and benefit, and several countries wanted to push their own people up.

The result was the current situation where they were all evenly matched.

Among the six people, five poems and Ci had already been presented, and everyone could not help but look at her.

The sovereign and ministers of Dayan, who had not participated in the discussion all along, also could not help but look at their Junior Preceptor. There was no worry on their faces, only faint smiles, showing a relaxed expression of waiting to listen closely to the Junior Preceptor's masterpiece.

Unfortunately, Yue Fuguang did not read her poem. Instead, she said, "Since this is a competition to determine who is superior, shouldn't we have a wager?"

Hearing her ntion a wager, the expressions of the people from the various countries beca unnatural for a mont, as dead mories began to rcilessly attack them.

They had originally thought that by using the pretext of asking for guidance to downplay the competition, they could save on a wager, and if they won, it would be a highly profitable deal requiring no capital.

Who would have thought that just when it seed they could gloss over it, Yue Fuguang would bring it up at the last mont.

A wager! She was a Junior Preceptor, possessing the title and fief of a prince. Why was she still thinking about the ager winnings of a wager!

Seeing the unpredictable changes on everyone's faces, Yue Fuguang could not help but smile harmlessly, "Princess Lan Xuan'er and Prince Bei Yue know . If the wager is too small, it is not worth this Junior Preceptor making a move."

She folded up what she had written. In the eyes of so, it seed she was afraid and was deliberately finding an excuse to cancel the competition.

Wenren Xin, Kong You, and the others, who felt their poems were exceptionally well-written, were certainly unwilling to let it end so hastily.

Whether they could make a na for themselves across the six nations in their twenties and trample the scholars of the world underfoot depended entirely on tonight!