Chapter 32
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"… I heard that there were many brave warriors in the north who killed all the barbarians in exchange for justice."
After Wang Ling finished his poem, he stood proudly and looked around.
"Good!"
The entire Imperial College burst into cheers. It had to be said that Wang Ling had some standard. His poem was about the brave warriors of the north, the heroic deeds of resisting the invasion of the Turks. Whether it was the choice of words or the stirring of emotions, they were all top notch.
"Wang Ling is indeed a famous scholar in the Imperial College. His poem is indeed extraordinary. This poem made me so emotional that I want to give up my pen and serve the country!"
"Once this poem is out, even the professors have to praise it. Mo Jiazi, let's see if he can still be so arrogant. If it were up to me, I would say that he should just admit defeat and go back to avoid embarrassing himself."
"Mo Jiazi is definitely going to lose!"
"I told you, Mo Jiazi is asking for humiliation."
"…"
The Imperial College students were delighted. They were saying that Meton didn't even compose a poem and it was as if he had already lost.
Even Kong Huisuo nodded slightly. Wang Ling's poem was indeed impressive and a top notch work. Mo Jiazi's chances of turning the tables were slim.
"Hiss!" Qin Huaiyu and the others' hearts sank. They didn't think that Wang Ling would be able to compose such a high standard poem. Although they were spoiled brats, they were still able to differentiate between good and bad things. This poem was indeed not bad.
This didn't look good. Now, they didn't have to compensate Mo Jiazi with 5000 taels of silver. They didn't even know if they could keep the remaining 5000 taels and their own 500 taels.
"Mo Jiazi, you have to hold on!" Qin Huaiyu prayed in his heart.
"Mo Jiazi. What do you think of this poem? Please comment on it, "Wang Ling said proudly.
"Choice of words and sentences. It only looks impressive. "Meton snorted and scoffed.
"Arrogant brat!"
The entire Imperial College was in an uproar. They didn't think that Mo Jiazi would still be so arrogant.
Kong Huisuo was also embarrassed. Previously, he also thought that this poem was not bad, but Mo Jiazi's words slapped him in the face.
"Hmph! This Mo Jiazi is so arrogant. How dare he humiliate me! "Wang Ling was furious.
"In that case, I'll have to properly appreciate the elegance of the Mo Family's son!" Wang Ling said through gritted teeth.
"When it comes to frontier poems, all of you are just weak scholars. You've never been to the frontier, so how can you experience the peerless elegance of frontier poems? You're just groaning for no reason!" Moton directly slapped them in the face.
The Imperial College students were livid. They didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken. Mo Jiazi only had the strength to catch a fish. They hadn't been to the border, so how could he have?
"When it comes to frontier poems, Meton is the best. When my father followed His Majesty to conquer the world, he had many conflicts with the northern cavalry. When Meton was young, he was lucky enough to go to the border. That magnificent scene made Meton forget to go back."
Meton wasn't boasting. When he was young, he did go to the Great Wall with Mo Lie. It was just that he was still young and didn't have much of an impression of it.
"At that time, Meton was still young and didn't have much to do in the army. My father was busy with military affairs. Meton's happiest time was when the sun was setting. He sat on the Great Wall and looked at the vast sea of sand outside the Great Wall. A wisp of smoke rose into the sky and the setting sun dyed the sky red. The whole world was vast.
Smoke rose into the sky in the desert, the setting sun was round in the long river. Have you ever seen such a wonderful scene? "
"Smoke rose into the sky in the desert, the setting sun was round in the long river."
The Imperial College students were in an uproar. Without comparison, there would be no harm. They thought that Wang Ling's frontier poems were good, but compared to the two lines in front of them, they were worthless. No wonder Meton said that Wang Ling's poems were fake.
When the two lines of the poem came out, a wonderful scene of the setting sun in the desert appeared in everyone's minds.
"Phew! So beautiful! "
A supervisor mumbled to himself. He was immersed in the scene described by Meton. No one laughed at him because they were also shocked.
"Impossible!" Wang Ling roared in his heart. He couldn't believe that Mo Jiazi could write such a beautiful poem.
"Luckily, it's only two lines and not a poem. I haven't lost yet." Wang Ling comforted himself in his heart.
"That long river is called the Yellow River. It's our mother river and has nurtured our Chinese civilization for five thousand years. That city is beside the Yellow River. It's the protector of the Yellow River and our Chinese civilization. There's an eight hundred mile wide ocean in front of it and a winding mountain range behind it. Traveling merchants are cut off. It's like a lonely person guarding the city alone.
"Chang 'an City is crowded with people. There are few people there. Chang' an City is filled with music every night. There are soldiers and horses. Every year when Chang 'an City blooms in spring, there's a desolate place. Chang' an City is bustling and prosperous. People there only know how to use the Qiang flute to play lonely and sad tunes.
"The Yellow River is far away among the white clouds. There's a lonely city and mountains. Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring breeze doesn't cross the jade gate. "
"Good poem!"
An Imperial College student couldn't help but cheer.
"Good poem!"
Many Imperial College students also sighed in admiration. It was indeed a good poem. Even if they were on different sides, they could only admit defeat in the face of such a peerless poem.
"I lost!" Wang Ling's heart was in despair. He had lost so badly that there was no chance for him to turn the tables. He originally wanted to use Meton as a stepping stone. Now, he had become a stepping stone for Meton's illustrious reputation.
"My father told me that this city was called the Jade Gate Pass. It was built during the Qin Dynasty. It was the westernmost border pass of the Tang Dynasty. It shouldered the most important mission of the Tang Dynasty. As long as this city wasn't breached, the Tang Dynasty would be able to maintain peace forever. Soon, the war came. The Turks besieged the city for twenty-five days. Everyone participated in the battle. I, Meton, was five years old. My task was to chop firewood and boil water for the injured soldiers. "
In the end, the Turks retreated and the Jade Gate Pass was saved. However, sixty percent of the soldiers guarding the pass were killed or injured. Even my father was left with an incurable knife wound because of that battle. In the end, he died young.
"The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the border of the Han Dynasty. But as long as General Long Chengfei is here, he will not let the horse pass the Yin Mountain. "
The entrance of the Imperial College was silent. No one moved.
Even if they were mentally prepared and knew that this was a good poem, they were still shocked when they heard such a peerless poem. Moreover, they were all scholars. They were usually obsessed with poetry. They were even more intoxicated by it. It was as refreshing as drinking iced sour plum juice during the hottest days of summer.
"Three poems in one city! Three poems in one city! All of them are peerless poems! "
An Imperial College student mumbled as if he was in a dream.
"Deng, deng, deng!"
Wang Ling staggered and took three steps back.
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