Luoyang's citizens led rich lives, and they were extremely passionate about poetry. Whenever a good poem was written, it would be immediately spread to Luoyang.
When news of a senior from Luoyang's literary scene writing a poem reached Zhou Hongde's ears, he was immediately overjoyed. Previously, Luoyang's literary scene and Mo Jiazi had minded their own business, making all his arrangements useless.
However, he never expected that Luoyang's literary scene would fail to hold back. They wanted to launch a surprise attack on Mo Jiazi. As such, regardless of whether the matter succeeded or not, Luoyang would reap the benefits.
In fact, it wasn't just Zhou Hongde. Even Luoyang's citizens were looking forward to Meton's poem. After all, Meton was famous. Furthermore, on the way to Luoyang, his poem at Stork Pagoda was extremely stunning. Countless Luoyang citizens were looking forward to Mo Jiazi's poem, but Luoyang's Poetry Meet didn't invite Mo Jiazi. It was unknown how many Luoyang citizens despised him.
"It's here, it's here. Mo Jiazi's poem is here." Suddenly, a poem spread from Princess's Garden and quickly spread throughout Luoyang.
"The peony in front of the court has no character, the lotus on the pond is pure and lacking in emotion. Only the peony is truly a national beauty, moving the capital when it blooms. "
The moment the poem was released, it immediately captured the hearts of Luoyang's citizens. After all, the peony was Luoyang's most beloved flower. It could be said that the peony's status in Luoyang was unquestionable. Meton's praise of the peony as the only national beauty had touched the hearts of Luoyang's citizens.
"As expected of the founder of the Peony Meet. Mo Jiazi is indeed the person who understands the peony the best." Many Luoyang citizens read poems that were popular. When they heard Meton's praise of the peony, they instantly had a good impression of Meton.
"Only the peony is truly a national beauty, moving the capital when it blooms. This poem isn't exaggerated at all. Now that there are brick roads, it's extremely convenient. Many flower-lovers in the capital will come." A man who lived near the west city gate sighed. He had seen with his own eyes the endless stream of people who came from Chang 'an to admire the flowers. Naturally, he knew that the peony flowers would move the capital.
"Mo Jiazi is truly extraordinary. This is the best poem I've ever heard."
"It's indeed not bad. In comparison, the group of scholars at the Luoyang Poetry Meet are simply incompetent. The poems written by so many people are inferior to Mo Jiazi."
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The citizens of Luoyang were in a flurry of discussion. As they admired Mo Jiazi's poem, they looked down on the people from the Luoyang Poetry Meet. Although there were quite a number of excellent works from the Luoyang Poetry Meet, compared to Mo Jiazi's poem, it could be said that the difference was huge. Even the poems that the seniors of the literary world had specially written for Yao Huang were far inferior to this one.
"Good! Alright! " Zhou Hongde held the new poem in his hand and found it hard to suppress his excitement. With this poem, the coming year's Peony Meet would definitely reach a new level.
When the poem reached Zheng Chang's ears, his expression immediately turned gloomy. He had spent a lot of money to hold the Peony Meet and invited several seniors of the literary world to write poems to boost his morale, but it had been suppressed by Mo Jiazi's poem.
The group of seniors in the literary world also had ugly expressions. They naturally knew that the Mo family's poem was indeed excellent. However, it was impossible for them to admit that they were inferior to the Mo family's. Immediately, they were filled with righteous indignation.
"I thought Mo Jiazi was some great poetic talent? It's just flattery to curry favor with the citizens of Luoyang! "
"That's right. Only those foolish commoners would be attracted by this poem without any connotations. Old Man and company are ashamed to be associated with him."
"Young Master, don't worry. With us around, we will definitely suppress Mo Jiazi."
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The seniors of the literary world shouted one after another. They either belittled Mo Jiazi or mocked Mo Jiazi for using cheap tricks to curry favor with the citizens of Luoyang, or bragged about how profound their poems were and how the citizens of Luoyang did not know how to appreciate it.
Zheng Chang took a deep breath and cupped his hands at the group of scholars. "With that, I'll be relying on all of you. If you can defeat Mo Jiazi and help Yao Huang obtain the position of Flower Monarch, I will definitely reward you handsomely."
Everyone was delighted. The Zheng family was now a relative of the royal family and was in the limelight. No one could refuse the Zheng family's help.
Immediately, the seniors of the literary world and scholars frowned in thought or formed sentences. Soon, a few excellent poems were released from the Zheng family's Peony Garden.
"Famous flower Yao Huang Guan Luoyang …"
Everyone disdained Mo Jiazi for praising Peony's actions of currying favor with the citizens of Luoyang, but they were very honest in their hearts. They could not help but lean in this direction.
However, although this move felt like it was copying the wisdom of others, it was very useful. The citizens of Luoyang liked it very much. Slowly, under the praise of a few poems, Yao Huang's popularity rose again.
In Princess Garden, Meton looked at the poems of the scholars of Luoyang in his hand and could not help but nod. "I have to say that there are still many talented scholars in Luoyang."
Princess Changle said unhappily, "Aren't they just imitating my husband's poems? They're just copying the wisdom of others."
The reason why the latest poems were so popular was because most of them exaggerated Peony and Luoyang. In fact, the more exaggerated the poems were, the more they would be praised by the citizens of Luoyang. The scholars of Luoyang saw this trend and tried their best to exaggerate.
When Meton saw Princess Changle's dissatisfied look, he could not help but shake his head and laugh. He could naturally tell that Changle was protecting him.
Princess Changle said anxiously, "Why are you laughing? If you don't think of a solution, Flower Queen will really be snatched away by Zheng Chang."
Meton did not panic at all as he said calmly, "There are countless such poems that specialize in flattery every year. I'm afraid they will fade into the crowd and soon be forgotten by the world."
Princess Changle looked at Meton in disdain. After all, the trend of flattering Peony was initiated by Meton's "Admiring the Peony."
"Of course, except for my poem. This poem is destined to be passed down to future generations," Meton said confidently.
Princess Changle rolled her eyes speechlessly. She did not know where Meton's confidence came from.
Seeing that Princess Changle did not believe him, Modun did not explain. In a serious voice, he said, "If we wish to break this deadlock, it is actually quite simple. Zheng Chang, this lowly man, give your husband a surprise attack, and your husband will respond with a diversion to the east and attack to the west."
"Oh! Does Lord Husband have a new poem? "Princess Changle's eyes instantly brightened, her beautiful eyes roaming as she looked at Modun.
Meton saw Princess Changle's adoring eyes and immediately laughed. "The ancients were good at using flowers to describe beauties. With my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, helping me, I'm not afraid that I can't compare to those scholars of Luoyang."
Princess Changle said in embarrassment, "I've already passed my wedding day. How can I still be the most beautiful woman in the world?"
Meton hugged the beauty in his arms as he strolled through the bustling streets. He whispered in her ear, "In my heart, you will forever be the most beautiful woman in the world."
At the same time, Mo Jiazi's poem instantly spread throughout the city, igniting the Flower Queen Competition once again.
"The clouds think of her clothes, the flowers think of her face; the spring breeze brushes the railings, the dew is thick. If not for the jade mountains, we would meet under the moon at the Jade Pavilion. "
The moment this poem was published, it was praised by everyone on the streets of Luoyang.
In the Zheng family's Peony Garden, an azure-clothed scholar hurriedly delivered the poem. He said with an ugly expression, "Brother Zheng, we have been tricked. Mo Jiazi's poem of 'Admiring the Peony' tempted us to write poems praising the peony, but he used flowers to describe people. In terms of artistic conception, we have already lost."
Zheng Chang's expression suddenly turned livid. "Diversion! Mo Jiazi's methods are good. "
He thought that he had caught the Mo family by surprise, but he did not expect Moton to be someone who had truly experienced war, especially someone he could not compare to in terms of armchair strategy.
"Brother Zheng, don't worry. Poems of artistic conception are our forte. We will definitely be able to suppress Mo Jiazi's poem," the azure-clothed scholar guaranteed.
However, a senior in the literary world said with a bitter expression, "It's too late. I'm afraid we have already completely lost."
Just as everyone was feeling puzzled, two more poems were sung, causing Luoyang's scholars to fall silent.
"A stalk of red dew concentrates on the fragrance, the clouds and rain on Mount Wu are heartbroken. Who in the Han Palace is like this, the pitiful Feiyan is wearing new makeup. "
"Famous flowers overturn the country, the two are in joy, the emperor looks at them with a smile. Explaining the endless hatred of the spring breeze, the Agarwood Pavilion is dry in the north. "
Mo Jiazi used flowers to compare people. The flower was naturally the peony, and the person was naturally Princess Changle. Princess Changle was born in the palace, so it was only natural that she could be compared to Zhao Feiyan. As for the emperor looking at her with a smile, Li Shimin looking at his daughter was even more fitting.
Zheng Chang said angrily, "Isn't it just three poems? If we write ten or thirty, I don't believe we can't suppress Mo Jiazi."
The azure-clothed scholar shook his head helplessly. "Brother Zheng, did you not notice that these three poems are all in the Qingping Style? Furthermore, they are a combination poem. The first poem is about space, comparing Princess Changle to a peony. The second poem is about time, referring to the classics as a metaphor for Princess Changle's beauty. The third poem is about returning to reality."
"Not bad. The first poem's Spring Breeze and the third poem's Spring Breeze echo each other. It is indeed a rare combination poem." A senior in the literary world sighed.
"Not only is Mo Jiazi overflowing with talent, he is also deeply affectionate. I admit defeat wholeheartedly," the azure-clothed scholar said with a sigh.
Immediately, almost all of Luoyang's scholars nodded and cupped their hands to admit defeat.
At this point, Meton's three poems in the Qingping Style suppressed all of Luoyang's scholars with his strength alone.
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