The Unstoppable Sixth Prince

Chapter 61: Do Your Own Thing

In fact, even if Yun Zheng didn't speak loudly, everyone knew that this poem was not written by Zhang Xu.

Which poet is still here, looking around aimlessly!

This thought couldn't be completed halfway; it was clearly a copy of someone else's poem, but in the moment, it was forgotten!

"Ha ha..."

Meng Guangbai laughed heartily, "Zhang Xu, oh Zhang Xu, you really are a good-for-nothing! You can't even remember other people's poems after copying them. Tell me, what else can you do?"

"I..."

Zhang Xuxin was furious, his eyes bulging as he shouted, "I can still take your mother on! Call her over and see!"

As Zhang Xu's curses rang out, everyone couldn't help but be taken aback.

The people present were all literary talents; who would have thought that someone would utter such crude words in front of the public?

Meng Guangbai was furious, pointing at Zhang Xu and shouting, "Shame! You are the disgrace of the Zhang family! How could Elder Zhang have a grandson like you!"

Meng Guangbai's words were also met with agreement from the crowd.

"None of your business!"

Since it has all been seen through, Zhang Xu simply let himself go, looking displeased as he said to Meng Guangbai, "If you're not convinced, come up and bite me! I'll sit on you and crush you, you bastard!"

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Yun Zheng had a face full of black lines, almost laughing out loud.

This guy is truly something else.

In terms of composing poetry and couplets, a hundred Zhang Xu are no match for Meng Guangbai.

But when it comes to cursing in the streets, Meng Guangbai can only bow down in defeat.

Meng Guangbai was furious to the point of death, but he could do nothing to Zhang Xu, only shouting curses at him from downstairs, claiming that Zhang Xu was bringing disgrace to culture and scholarship.

But Zhang Xu looked completely unfazed, like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water, completely ignoring him.

"Everyone, let's continue the poetry gathering!"

Miaoyin's voice controlled the situation as she said, "Today is a poetry gathering, not a shrew cursing in the streets."

As the sound of the enchanting voice emerged, the scene gradually quieted down.

Zhang Xu originally wanted to scold Miao Yin a few times, but after hesitating for a long while, he couldn't bring himself to curse at his goddess. Instead, he just picked up a glass of wine and downed it with a face full of frustration.

"Can't you even remember this?"

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

"So I'm damn well not cut out for playing with words!"

Zhang Xu was feeling gloomy and said with a bitter laugh.

"Alright, it's not a big deal!"

Yun Zheng smiled dismissively, "As long as someone is angrier than you, that's enough."

With that, Yun Zheng pointed his chin at the furious Meng Guangbai, who was gritting his teeth.

Zhang Xu thought for a moment, then immediately nodded with a cheerful smile.

Just as the two were talking, Wang Xian had already stood up.

"The iron cavalry gallops across the snowy plains, the sword's aura like a rainbow reflecting the sky."

"With a heart unafraid of life or death, the blood stains the iron armor, the drums beat loud!"

As Wang Xian's words fell, everyone at the scene couldn't help but savor them carefully.

A moment later, a few people beside Wang Xian were the first to applaud.

"Good poem! What a fearless heart that forgets life and death; this is the iron-blooded man of our Great Qian!"

"The prince's poem is stirring and profound, bold and unrestrained..."

"The talent of Prince Wang, I truly admire, truly admire..."

In no time, praises and flattery filled the air.

The beautiful sound on the stage couldn't help but nod slightly.

Although this poem may not be particularly stunning, being able to compose it in such a short time is quite a testament to quick wit.

Seeing Miaoyin nodding continuously, Wang Xian felt even more pleased and pretended to be modest, saying, "It's just a spontaneous creation, I hope it doesn't embarrass you!"

Although he claimed to be showing off his shortcomings, the expression on his face clearly indicated that he was confident of victory.

"Indeed, I have embarrassed myself!"

At this moment, Meng Guangbai stood up again, a look of disdain on his face.

"Oh?"

Wang Xian said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Then I would like to hear the masterpiece of Young Master Meng!"

"As you wish!"

Meng Guangbai raised an eyebrow and smiled, pondering for a moment before reciting a poem with great bravado.

"With swords clashing and horses galloping, the brave sacrifice themselves for the nation's vengeance!"

"On another day, when the wolf smoke rises again, a sword will be cold as frost across nineteen provinces!"

As soon as this poem was recited, the entire audience was astonished.

Wang Xian's face twitched slightly as he glared at Meng Guangbai with deep resentment.

"A single sword, cold as frost, across nineteen provinces!"

"Good poetry, such good poetry!"

"This poem surpasses that of Prince Wang!"

"With just this line, 'A sword of frost chills the nineteen provinces,' one can claim the title of today's champion!"

"This poem, once released, will surely make Young Master Meng famous throughout the world..."

In no time, the sound of applause was incessant.

Miao Yin also nodded repeatedly, seemingly very fond of this poem.

"You all flatter me; this is merely a hasty creation and does not deserve such praise from you!"

Meng Guangbai bowed to the crowd, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Dog thing!"

Zhang Xu looked at Meng Guangbai with extreme displeasure, then leaned closer to Yun Zheng, "Your Highness, do you not remember any other poems written by Lady Ye Zi?"

"I still remember two songs."

Yun Zheng swayed his head, pretending to be slightly drunk, while also grabbing a cup of wine and pouring it down his throat.

"Your Highness, you mustn't drink anymore; if you do, you'll forget everything!!"

Zhang Xu quickly stopped Yun Zheng, "While you're still sober, hurry up and recite the poem, let's properly diminish the arrogance of that scoundrel Meng Guangbai! I can't stand seeing that scoundrel so pleased with himself!"

Yun Zheng's gaze was somewhat wandering, and he felt a wave of speechlessness in his heart.

You really are a total slacker!

If your memory were just a little better, could you let this birdman feel so proud?

Got it!

Better do it myself!

Only with good poetry can one make the news of their journey to the far north spread further.

You have to unleash your ultimate move yourself, after all!

Yun Zheng secretly smiled bitterly, swaying as he stood up, looking at Meng Guangbai with a face full of arrogance: "You dare to show off your petty skills in front of me!"

Wow!

Hearing Yun Zheng's words, the scene was instantly in an uproar.

Such a masterpiece, how dare this person say that Meng Guangbai is merely showing off trivial skills?

"What a bold claim!"

Meng Guangbai snorted coldly, "Someone who mingles with a useless person like Zhang Xu dares to jump out and spout nonsense? Don't be like Zhang Xu, forgetting even what you've copied!"

As soon as Meng Guang finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter again.

"Young Master Meng, why bother arguing with a drunkard?"

"This person clearly looks drunk, spouting nonsense here."

"The drunkard, hurry and lie down, don't embarrass yourself here..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Which person with a bit of literary talent could possibly associate with Zhang Xu?

This person is just drunk and talking nonsense.

"Your father, Meng Ruowang, does have some literary talent, as for you..."

Yun Zheng let out a hiccup, his gaze hazy as he looked at Meng Guangbai. "There's a saying that a full jar of water... doesn't make a sound, but a half-full jar clinks. That's... exactly you!"

Yun Zheng looked quite tipsy, making Zhang Xu secretly groan in despair.

Your Highness, you shouldn't speak so confidently!

Can you still remember this after drinking so much?

If you also forget the poem you copied, then we will be utterly embarrassed today.

"Just a mouthful of nonsense, nothing more than a drunken fool who talks incessantly!"

Meng Guangbai scoffed, teasing, "If you have the skill, then compose a poem on the spot! If not, you might as well lie down there and keep drinking horse urine!"

Meng Guangbai's words immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"Good!"

Yun Zheng leaned against the railing on the upper floor, drunkenly shouting, "Then you better perk up your ears and listen!"

Meng Guangbai curled his lips in disdain, his face full of contempt.

He just doesn't believe that anyone who associates with Zhang Xu could have any literary talent!

Moreover, he's a drunkard!

Yun Zheng took a deep breath, under the gaze of everyone, picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, then raised a glass of wine and tilted his head back to drink it all in one go.

Zhang Xu was frantically signaling to Yun Zheng, but inwardly he was secretly anxious.

Your Highness, stop drinking!

If you drink again, you'll really forget the poem you copied!

Yun Zheng ignored Zhang Xu's gaze and let the wine cup fall from his hand.

"Beautiful wine from grapes... the luminous cup, wanting... wanting to drink, the pipa urges on horseback."

"Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; since ancient times, how many have returned from war?"