The Unstoppable Sixth Prince

Chapter 60: Poetry Gathering

"This is the wonderful sound!"

Zhang Xu suddenly sat up like he had been injected with adrenaline, staring intently at Miao Yin.

It seems that Zhang Xu is also a devoted fan of Miao Yin!

Is this the wonderful sound?

Yun Zheng frowned, "Didn't you say she was as beautiful as a celestial being? With a veil on, how can you still see her face?"

"Of course you can't see it!"

Zhang Xu naturally said.

"How do you know she is as beautiful as a celestial being?"

Yun Zheng had a face full of black lines.

"That's what others say!"

Zhang Xu squinted his eyes and kept glancing at Miao Yin. "Those fortunate enough to have been her guests all say she is breathtakingly beautiful, surpassing even the fairies in the sky..."

Damn!

He really thought this beautiful sound was wonderful!

It turns out it was all just flattery!

This wonderful sound is deeply versed in the art of hype!

As Yunzheng was frantically complaining, Miaoyin had already spoken up.

The opening remarks were nothing more than expressions of gratitude for everyone's support.

What Miao Yin looked like, Yun Zheng did not know now.

However, this woman's voice is truly enchanting!

Just hearing the sound gives a tingling sensation all over.

I hope it's not a voice actor freak!

Yun Zheng thought to himself.

"Miss Miaoyin, you should hurry up and pose the question!"

"Yes, yes, hurry up and give us the questions!"

"So what if you set the questions? With your poetic talent, can you even catch Miss Miaoyin's eye?"

"Today, this young master is fully prepared; this first prize today belongs to no one but me!"

"What a bold claim! If I hadn't come, you might have had a chance to take the lead, but now that I'm here, none of you have a chance..."

As Miaoyin finished her opening remarks, a group of talented scholars in the audience began to argue.

Looking at the appearance of these people, Yun Zheng couldn't help but feel a deep sense of emotion.

Talented person?

The jackal is more or less the same!

"Sixth Young Master, look, this is the virtue of these so-called talented individuals..."

Zhang Xu cast a disdainful glance at the noisy scholars, then introduced to Yun Zheng, "The one dancing the most wildly is the foolish son of the Grand Inspector Meng Ruowang, Meng Guangbai! The one opposing him is Wang Xian, the grandson of Wang Xuan, the Grand Scholar of the Imperial Academy..."

Zhang Xu whispered to Yun Zheng, introducing the person downstairs who was jumping around the most energetically.

Goodness!

The background is quite good.

The worst is still the son of a fifth-rank civil official.

No wonder a few people are so lively!

When everyone was arguing incessantly, it was still Miaoyin who stepped forward to stop them.

"Everyone, please don't argue. I will present the question now."

Miao Yin's voice was enchanting, instantly silencing everyone.

"Please, Miss Miaoyin, set the question quickly!"

Wang Xian bowed, looking full of confidence.

"Young Master Wang, please wait a moment, I will present the question right away."

Miao Yin let out a light laugh and then said in a delicate voice, "I heard yesterday that our Sixth Prince will soon head to the northern border. I dare to ask everyone to compose a poem on the theme of battle and war..."

Hearing Miaoyin's words, Zhang Xu instinctively looked at Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng was also slightly taken aback.

Damn it!

Did the melon-eating come back to bite you?

Has this matter already spread?

Hehe!

Good thing!

Maybe today I can find an opportunity to add some fuel to the fire!

Yun Zheng pondered silently for a moment, then quietly asked Zhang Xu, "Do you want to be this Miss Miaoyin's guest of honor?"

"Of course I want to!"

Zhang Xu suddenly nodded, but soon his expression darkened. "But the little knowledge I have in my head, I can't even compose a poem on the spot, let alone write an article..."

Yun Zheng gently beckoned with his hand and whispered, "Come closer!"

Zhang Xu looked at Yun Zheng with half-belief and half-doubt, then immediately leaned closer.

With Yun Zheng's whisper, Zhang Xu's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Is this the poem you wrote?"

Zhang Xu looked at Yun Zheng with a face full of surprise.

"Fart!"

Yun Zheng said softly, "It was made by Shen Luoyan's second sister-in-law; I copied it."

"Now I see!"

Zhang Xu suddenly realized, "I knew it, we're both just as useless..."

Zhang Xu was halfway through his sentence when he realized something was off, and quickly changed his words, "What I meant was, the ink in our bellies is pretty much the same, hehe..."

"Alright, alright!"

Yun Zheng waved his hand, "Quickly remember this, and then drop these people's jaws later!"

Zhang Xu nodded vigorously, just about to memorize it, but his face stiffened. He could only muster the courage to lean in again and awkwardly said, "Sixth Young Master, could you say it again? I... I forgot..."

"I..."

Yun Zheng paused slightly, momentarily speechless.

This guy is not cut out for studying or scholarship!

Did he forget so quickly after I just told him?

Yun Zheng, feeling helpless, had no choice but to whisper it in his ear once more.

Just as the two were whispering to each other, someone below had already begun to compose poetry.

However, the poem written by that person cannot really be considered poetry; it is merely a few meaningless lines forced together for the sake of rhyme.

Without mentioning the wonderful sound, even the people present couldn't help but shake their heads.

The person, feeling embarrassed, sat down.

Then, someone began to compose poetry.

It's slightly better than the previous poem, but not by much.

The scene was filled with laughter, followed by a wave of boos.

The more than ten poems that followed had no remarkable qualities.

Seeing that this group of people couldn't produce a decent poem at all, Zhang Xu suddenly stood up, laughing wildly with a face full of arrogance: "You all still think you can write poetry? Hurry up and get lost, don't embarrass yourselves here!"

Hearing Zhang Xu's words, the people downstairs were instantly filled with rage.

They had long found Zhang Xu displeasing.

Does this guy still dare to slander them?

"Zhang Xu, you worthless piece of trash, dare to speak so arrogantly here?"

Wang Xian looked at Zhang Xu with disdain, "I heard that just because you're so useless, Elder Zhang kicked you out of the house! I'm telling you, hurry up and find a place to hide! Just don't embarrass yourself here..."

"Exactly!" Meng Guangbai gently shook the fan in his hand and scoffed, "How about this: we'll give you a chance to show off. You don't even have to compose poetry; if you can come up with a few coherent sentences, we'll consider you the winner. What do you say?"

As Wang Xian's words fell, the scene erupted in laughter.

The weight of a chapter is clear to many.

A person regarded as a disgrace to the Zhang family, what talent could they possibly have?

Let him write poetry?

You're just asking for trouble!

Zhang Xu didn't take it to heart, saying with a calm face and steady heartbeat, "I've been low-key for so long, but today I must make a grand statement!"

Hearing Zhang Xu's words, everyone burst into laughter.

Wang Xian and Meng Guangbai laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"Listen well, everyone!"

Zhang Xu suddenly let out a loud roar to silence everyone, and said loudly, "The chestnut horse is newly saddled with a white jade saddle, after the battle... on the battlefield... the moonlight is cold; on the city wall... on the city wall... ah..."

Zhang Xu's voice abruptly stopped, and he looked bitterly at Yun Zheng, who was still half-reclining there.

Damn!

Forgotten just like that?

Yun Zheng's face darkened, and he quickly whispered a reminder: "The sound of the iron drum on the city wall still echoes, and the blood on the golden blade in the box has yet to dry."

"Ah?"

Zhang Xu didn't hear clearly and quickly signaled Yun Zheng to speak louder.

I shouted, "What the hell!"

I said loudly, don't others know that this poem wasn't written by you?