It’s not that Du Shaoqing was stumped by the title. It was clearly that the poem he was going to write was too long and hadn’t finished it yet.

But people outside didn't know that when the second question came, all the candidates handed in the answer sheet, but Du Shaoqing had no movement. In addition, the rumors about him before made people naturally misunderstand him and couldn't write it.

"Order the boatman to row the boat over and see if Du Shaoqing could not do it, then forget it." The emperor ordered.

"Your Majesty, let him have some time." The queen next to him advised. The princess was also worried, but she did not dare to speak.

Li Er said with a stern face: "You can't waste everyone's time just because he alone."

Soon Du Shaoqing's pleasure boat was cut in front of everyone, and there was still no movement inside. Not only did Du Shaoqing not speak, but even the attendant's attendant's student did not move. This made people puzzled. In front of His Majesty, can you come out to explain the situation personally?

How can that be done? The few people in the cabin were shocked by Du Shaoqing's poems, and they also watched him write poems as fascinated. Du Shaoqing himself became even more fascinated. The boatman drove the boat away without awakening him.

The boatman outside was sober, but the boatman was not good at writing and could not read. He only knew that he had not finished writing anything else.

Seeing this situation, Wu Zhao jumped onto Du Shaoqing's ship with courage and walked into the cabin to urge him. No one was suspicious. After all, they were brothers, so no one could help with the poetry writing.

But after Wu Zhao went in and saw Du Shaoqing's poem, she was also attracted and didn't say anything. She didn't want to interrupt the other person's artistic conception. She was already shocked and couldn't do it anymore. How could this guy look so powerful? Isn't it just that I want to compare with you? What's the point of your poem?

The little girl was thinking, Wu Zhao thought Du Shaoqing's poem was to compete with her for competition.

Another stick of incense passed, and the people outside couldn't wait to start yelling. Du Shaoqing finally stopped writing and finished writing. He seemed to have taken a shower, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

"Have you done your best, help me hand over the paper." Without raising my head, Du Shaoqing gently handed over the three pieces of paper he wrote.

Next to him was a woman's voice: "Hmph, I don't know if you are the one who deserves no one likes you."

After leaving a cold snorting, Wu Zhao grabbed the answer sheets and walked out of the cabin with some dissatisfaction. Du Shaoqing asked weakly: "When did she come in?"

The boatman outside explained: "Young Master, you have been delaying for too long. Your Majesty asked the boat to come. If you don't hand in the paper, you will probably be disqualified."

Wu Zhao saw Changsun Chong, who was joking with a joke on his face, and said disgustedly: "Aren't you going to challenge my brother? If you hand over this poem, your challenge will immediately become the biggest joke in Chang'an City. Wait for my brother to be a grinding book boy."

"Hmph, a joke." Changsun Chong just thought it was the other party talking big.

Soon the poem was sent to the examiner Kong Yingda. Old man Kong felt guilty about Du Shaoqing because of the previous chief clerk's assessment of Du Shaoqing, so he really wanted to give Du Shaoqing a chance and take it seriously. However, when he saw the poem, he exclaimed and stood up.

I stood there and watched it twice in one breath. When I waited for the third time, it seemed to be due to emotions, so I recited it directly:

The spring tides are connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is born with the tide.

The waves are rippling for thousands of miles, and there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around the fragrant dwellings, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests all look like snow;

The frost flows in the sky without feeling the flowing, and the white sand on the ground cannot be seen.

The river and sky are all color without dust, and the lonely moon is in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon by the river? When did the moon in the river shine on people?

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and the rivers and months are only similar every year.

I don’t know who the moon in the river is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.

...

It is a peerless work - "Flower Moon Night in the Spring River", which was written by Zhang Ruoxu in the Tang Dynasty. Of course, Zhang Ruoxu was in about 700 AD, which is two generations later than the tenth year of Zhenguan (636), so Du Shaoqing would have so boldly borrowed the masterpieces of later generations.

I don’t know why, but the famous works of Tang poetry basically appeared in the Zhenguan era. The well-known Du Fu, Li Bai and others were all descendants. The famous four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and Luo Binwang became famous when they were either Emperor Gaozong of Tang or Wu Zetian, and they were not during the Zhenguan era of Li Shimin.

After this poem was recited passionately by Kong Yingda, the audience responded differently, and most people were intoxicated by it. Of course, there were some people who couldn't understand it. For example, Cheng Yaojin, after taking a sip of wine, muttered in a low voice, "What is this kid writing? It's quite long."

Those who can understand are basically considered literati and elegant guests. The shock brought by a peerless work is absolutely incalculable.

On the bow of the boat, Changsun Chong listened to those poems and essays, and then recalled what "Du Shaoming" said before. How can he compare? If he wanted to break his head, he would never be able to produce such a work. Du Shaoqing is really hateful. He deliberately dug a hole to harm me?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Changsun Chong shouted angrily with red eyes: "Impossible, this poem was definitely copied by him, and he could not have made such a poem."

A shout full of jealousy and hatred instantly broke the atmosphere in the field, and everyone frowned.

Changsun Wuji angrily scolded: "Bastard, what crazy things are you talking nonsense? Isn't it just a battle? Winning and losing are so important to you? Let you talk nonsense regardless of reputation?"

But Changsun Chong, who has fallen into madness, has no rationality? If Du Shaoqing becomes famous in poetry today, it will become more and more difficult for him to find the place to take him down, so he must not succeed. The poetry meeting was proposed by himself. Wouldn't this be a wedding dress for others?

"Du Shaoqing, do you dare to say that this poem was written by you? We are on Qujiangchi. It's summer now, but you are a song about the moonlit night of the spring river? You are a boy from the countryside and the mountains have never been here before, but they have written the scene of the night at the Yangtze River entering the sea in the south of the Yangtze River. Do you think everyone here is a fool?"

Ignoring his father's scolding, Changsun Chong pointed at Du Shaoqing angrily and asked, "What's wrong with that?" Changsun Chong's IQ seemed to be online at this time, and he actually got the answer. Many people also questioned his words.

Before Du Shaoqing could speak, Wu Zhao next to him couldn't help but refute. She looked at Changsun Chong disdainfully and said, "If you can't write it, you are jealous of others writing it? How do you know that my brother has never been to Jiangnan before? Don't say that this poem was written by him tonight and he worked hard to do it. The people in the cabin are proof of it. Even if this poem was written by him in the past, so what? Can anyone in the Tang Dynasty write such a poem?

If you can't afford to lose, don't show up and be embarrassed. Such a child's trick will be taken to the poetry meeting. Is it a pity that you are still a talented man in school? I have lost Confucius' face."

OK! The surroundings actually praised Wu Zhao in unison. This legendary number one talented man in Chang'an was so frivolous. He was so despicable. In an instant, Changsun Chong's reputation dropped sharply.
Chapter completed!