The hall fell silent.
Everyone's eyes were secretly looking at the young emperor on the podium, and they were silent.
And Nangong Yang still had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care.
At this time, the prince Gray of the Great Mongol Empire suddenly sneered, looked at the young man standing in the corner with a bad face and said: "Who are you to dare to speak so arrogantly here? You are fighting on behalf of the eldest princess, are you qualified?"
Luo Qingzhou walked out from the corner, met his gaze, and said righteously: "Who are you? How dare you speak rudely in my Great Yan and disrespect the men of my Great Yan? You are a vulgar and barbaric person, and you want to humiliate the goddess of my Great Yan with a few lousy poems? Do you have the qualifications?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the Great Yan royal family, those ministers, and the five talented people from Jiangnan and Yujing, all secretly shouted in their hearts: Good scolding!
Even the Queen Mother behind the pearl curtain couldn't help but clench her fists.
Changsun Wan'er and Nangong Xueyi, who were standing aside, were looking at the young man in front of them with shining eyes. He was dressed in a Confucian robe, elegant, upright and fearless of power.
"presumptuous!"
When Gray heard this, he became furious, and his robe suddenly swelled up with a "swish".
Unexpectedly, at this moment, those royal members who had been silent just now suddenly stood up.
Some ministers also immediately stood up in indignation.
Upon seeing this scene, the royal members and ministers who were still sitting immediately stood up in unison.
Even the guards leaning against the wall took a step forward in unison, gripped their weapons tightly, and stared at him fiercely.
Naturally, the people from the five major sects also stood up.
At this moment, all the Dayan men in the hall stood up and protected the young man behind them!
They had long been angry at the arrogance and disrespect of the prince of the Mongol Empire, but because he was a distinguished guest, no one dared to speak out. Now someone took the lead, and those words touched them to the heart, so naturally they couldn't help but burst out!
"Prince Gray! This is my Da Yan, not your Da Meng!"
A prince scolded with a cold face.
The other princes, dukes, and respected old ministers also began to scold loudly.
When Gray saw that he had angered everyone, his heart trembled. He hurriedly put away his momentum, took a few steps back, and returned to his seat.
At this time, Prince Lamore of Badan also laughed and said, "Prince Gray, do you think that Da Yan is a vassal state of your Da Meng?"
Prince Lang Xiao of Beicang Kingdom also took advantage of the situation and sneered, "I think so too."
Gray had an unpleasant expression on his face 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 most important thing is that our guests are harmonious and happy."
After the emperor spoke, the royal family members and ministers took their seats one after another, each of them still with a look of resentment on their faces.
Nangong Yang smiled, looked at the young man at the back of the row of seats, and said, "Luo Qing just said a few simple words, and got my uncles and ministers to protect you together. It's not easy."
Luo Qingzhou said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Your Majesty, the princes and lords are not protecting a mere humble self, but the dignity 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 after a pause, he smiled and said, "Luo Qing is right."
Then he said, "Well, since Luo Qing is going to fight on behalf of the royal sister, please go ahead."
Gray sneered, looked at the other side with a sneer on his face and said: "This prince wants to see how good you are at writing poetry with your eloquence!"
The hall gradually became quiet.
Outside the hall, many people also saw the dispute, but they didn't know the specific reason.
Behind the beaded curtain, a figure in a red dress looked quietly at the figure outside.
Bailing stood behind Nangong Meijiao and looked at him quietly.
The blue-robed figure from Ling Xiao Zong stared at him from beginning to end.
"Have you not seen the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never coming back? Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned white in the evening..."
As soon as the first two sentences came out, the three Jiangnan talents, the two Yujing talents, Changsun Wan'er beside them, and even the Hanlin academician sitting in the seat, were all shocked and held their breath.
"When life is good, you should enjoy it to the fullest, and don't let the golden cup face the moon in vain. I was born with talents that will be useful, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back..."
When these two sentences were uttered again, Liu Sansi, the leading talent in Jiangnan, could not help but clap his hands in praise, his face full of excitement.
Even Li Zhao from the Hanlin Academy was so excited that his face turned red.
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and I must drink three hundred cups at the party. Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive, but I wish to be drunk forever and never wake up..."
Luo Qingzhou stopped reading here.
Everyone was so excited after hearing this that they were all waiting for him to continue reading in silence. However, after waiting for a while, they saw that he did not say anything again.
Liu Sansi couldn't help but bowed and asked, "Master Luo, what else?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "No more, I have finished reading it."
When these words were spoken, all the literati were stunned.
Li Zhao from the Hanlin Academy could not help but stand up and ask, "Does Mr. Luo's poem have a title and tune?"
Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "The title of the poem is "Drinking Wine", but the tune has never been found."
"Will you drink?"
After listening to it, Li Zhao thought hard for a while, but he couldn't find such a theme in his memory. He bowed and asked, "Did Mr. Luo create this?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "I guess so."
Hearing this, Li Zhao looked at him deeply again, nodded, and sat down.
At this time, the prince of the Great Mongol Empire suddenly sneered and said with a face full of sarcasm: "What self-created topic? If you can't write it, don't come out and embarrass yourself! Although this prince is not good at poetry, he also knows that the rhythm of poetry, the length and tone of various sentences, have long been stipulated. Your random fabrication is simply a joke and a disgrace to your Great Yan!"
Luo Qingzhou looked at him and said, "Since Prince Grey said so, please forgive me for making a few remarks. As far as I know, the earliest territory of your Great Meng was only half the size of my Great Yan Kyoto. Since your ancestors of the Great Meng have already stipulated the previous territorial area, have drawn a map, and have instructed you to guard the territory on the map, then why do you continue to expand the territory and map? Prince Grey should not have learned the Great Yan language when he was a child, and he has not come out to see other countries? Your ancestors should have rarely come out, right? Why do you want to break the rules and keep going out for diplomacy?"
"If the prince feels that some rules should not be broken, should not be innovated, should not be improved, if the prince feels that we should always stick to the old rules, always stick to our ways, and always act according to the rules of our ancestors and the past, then how do you explain what you and Dameng are doing now?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Gray's face suddenly turned gloomy, but he could not refute it.
"Good! Well said!"
At this time, Prince Duan Nangong Ke suddenly slapped the table and praised: "Poetry, lyrics, and songs do have various rules, but they are changing with each passing day. If you keep creating according to the old themes and can't innovate, then what's the fun? The reason why my Great Yan is culturally prosperous is because it is all-encompassing and can accommodate all creations. As long as your creation is good and convincing, there will be no problem even if you create a shitty poem title and ci tune yourself!"
The other princes nearby also nodded in agreement.
The people from the five major sects also looked at the courageous and knowledgeable young man with admiration.
Gray was furious and wanted to argue again when Nangong Yang said, "Lord Li, tell me, who wins between the two poems, Luo Qing and Su Caizi?"
Everyone's eyes turned to the academician of the Hanlin Academy.
Upon hearing this, Li Zhao stood up and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I think that Young Master Luo won the first round. Although I do not agree with the meaning of Young Master Luo's poem, I cannot deny that this poem is absolutely a masterpiece."
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 both good poems, why did he win?"
Li Zhao looked at him and said, "Prince Gray, before Master Luo's poem came out, Master Su's poem was indeed an excellent work. But once Master Luo's poem came out, Master Su's poem was like the light of a firefly compared to the bright moon. There is no comparison at all."
Gray was furious when he heard this, and immediately looked at Nangong Yang who was sitting on the dragon throne and said, "Your Majesty, you are deliberately bullying me! I don't accept it!"
Nangong Yang smiled and said, "Prince Gray, please be patient. Li Hanlin will not bully others casually. Now, let's ask other people for their opinions."
Then he looked at the talented people behind the other princes and said, "What do you think?"
The talented men from Badan, Beicang, Gaoqi and Loulan all said, "Of course, Young Master Luo wins!"
The prince of Gao Qi praised the poem: "Mr. Luo's poem has a magnificent opening, the middle sentences are all golden words, and the ending is even more memorable. I am still savoring it until now..."
Nangong Yang looked at the burly young man named Su Tu behind Gray and said with a smile, "Taizi Su, which poem do you think is better, yours or Luo Qing's?"
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 well-known talents watching him, how could he have the nerve to lie with his eyes open.
He lowered his head in fear and could only answer truthfully: "Your Majesty, the poem of the talented Luo... is better."
After saying this, Gray completely admitted defeat.
Nangong Yang still had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations. He glanced at the others and announced, "Okay, this first round, Luo Qing wins."
Then he added: "Oh no, it's the Imperial Sister who won."
As he said this, he looked at the young man standing next to the pillar and a warm smile appeared on his face.
And Luo Qingzhou's eyes were also looking at him.