I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

"Hmm...?"

In the hall, the situation had already been decided.

Everyone thought that it was the top-notch poems of the imperial physician Zhao, who was the best among all the talented people.

Tang Lun's words caused an uproar.

"What, this poem is not the work of the imperial physician Zhao?"

"But I have never heard of this poem before?"

"Why did Mr. Tang say that?"

...

Everyone in the hall asked questions.

Faced with everyone's doubts, a cold light flashed in Tang Lun's eyes, but he spoke calmly.

"Everyone, this poem is definitely not written by the imperial physician Zhao.

When I was studying abroad, I met an old scholar from the Black Flame Dynasty. He had an ancient book of poems in his hand. I borrowed it to read. There was this poem in it, word for word!"

When this was said, everyone was surprised.

"Is this true?"

The Yunfeng Dynasty and the Black Flame Dynasty have always been hostile, and there is little literary exchange between the two sides.

If Zhao Heng's poem was really plagiarized from the only ancient book of the Black Flame Dynasty, it is very likely that no one present had heard of it.

What's more, Tang Lun is one of the four great talents in the imperial capital and a student of the Imperial Academy, so his words are very convincing.

Although Zhao Wuji is the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital and has a high status, his influence in literature is far less than that of Tang Lun.

The other party's firm accusation made everyone look at Zhao Heng with questioning eyes for a while.

Could it be that this imperial physician Zhao is really so bad that he plagiarized other people's poems to make a name for himself and also wanted to get Miss Dongxue for free?

At this time, Dongxue, who had originally cast a stunning and admiring look at Zhao Heng, couldn't help but change her pretty face.

She almost admired the other party's superb poem.

If the other party really plagiarized other people's works, she would not only lose her virginity tonight, but also get this person for nothing.

If she brings up this matter in the future, wouldn't she, the courtesan, become a joke of the imperial capital and even the Yunfeng Dynasty?

For a moment, Dongxue was terrified and looked at Tang Lun again with gratitude in her eyes.

Facing the reversal of the situation, Zhao Heng's face showed no ripples, but just looked at Tang Lun calmly.

"Mr. Tang, what is the name of the ancient book you mentioned? Why haven't I heard of it? Why don't you take it out and let us open our eyes?"

A trace of mischief flashed in Tang Lun's eyes, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "Humph, that ancient book is the favorite of that old scholar. How can I take away someone's love? I just took a casual look and happened to see the poem you just wrote.

In short, this poem must have been plagiarized by you, and the truth will come out one day in the future.

If you don't believe Tang, you can also go to the Black Flame Dynasty to look for it. I believe you will definitely find this poem."

Tang Lun sneered in his heart. His accusation against Zhao Heng was naturally groundless.

He made this move in an extremely sinister way.

He expected that everyone would trust him more and did not believe that this young imperial physician could produce such a superb poem.

As for going to the Black Flame Dynasty to investigate, not to mention that the two countries often fought, who would dare to go to the Black Flame Dynasty?

Even if someone really went to investigate, he could also say that the ancient book might be a rare copy from a long time ago, anyway, there was no way to investigate.

Tang Lun was willing to take such a sinister approach.

He really couldn't bear to let the swan meat in his hand fall into the mouth of others.

"Miss Dongxue is mine, no one can take it away!" Tang Lun shouted in his heart.

Under Tang Lun's instigation, the people who had just praised Zhao Heng gradually changed their faces.

Plagiarism of other people's works has always been a taboo in the literary world, coupled with Zhao Heng's arrogant remarks.

Now it's time to settle new and old grudges together, and everyone began to lift their arms and roll up their sleeves, ready to punch hard.

In this regard, Zhao Heng was still calm and composed.

"Alas... never mind. Young Master Tang insisted that I plagiarized. I am too lazy to prove myself by saying that the unknown ancient book.

At most, I can just write another poem.

Anyway, it is easy to beat Young Master Tang."

"Hmm..."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and Tang Lun also showed a strange expression.

Zhao Heng said to himself: "Fortunately, I just had a lot of ideas and thought of two more poems. Everyone, please listen!"

Zhao Heng looked up at the sky again, pondered for a moment, and chanted in a low and charming voice.

"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, and no traces of people in the thousands of paths."

Two more sentences, ten words, but brought everyone to a vast world with thousands of paths and thousands of mountains, and no flying birds.

The artistic conception is profound, even better than "green ants and new wine, red clay stove", which makes people feel vast and lonely.

And Zhao Heng lowered his voice again and chanted the next sentence slowly.

"An old man in a straw raincoat and a straw hat is fishing alone in the cold river snow."

The voice disappeared, but everyone felt the lingering sound lingering in the air for a long time.

"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, and no people are seen on the thousands of paths.

An old man in a straw raincoat and a straw hat is fishing alone in the cold river snow."

How vast and lonely it is.

Everyone couldn't help but look up at the figure standing with his hands behind his back, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance.

It was as if they saw that under the heaven and earth, there was only that young man, isolated from the world, facing thousands of paths and mountains, and frost and snow all over the sky!

For a moment, not only the many literati and princes present were shocked and worshiped.

Many brothel girls with shallow poetry and literary talent looked at Zhao Heng standing with his hands behind his back, looking at his deep eyes full of storytelling.

They couldn't help but show their obsession, and their hearts gave birth to infinite admiration and yearning.

There was an impulse to rush over and hug him, to warm his frozen heart with myself, to accompany him in this lonely world, all the way forward!

Even Dong Xuehua Kui, who had just developed a dislike for Zhao Heng again, couldn't help but stare at him infatuatedly, with a white face and a rosy glow.

At this moment, many literati and talented people suddenly had a few big words in their hearts.

"A masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!"

Such a masterpiece can last for a hundred years and be passed down through the ages. It is no longer something that can be described as "top quality".

Before everyone could fully wake up from this infinitely lonely poem, they exclaimed in amazement.

The deep look on Zhao Heng's face suddenly changed, from lonely and desolate to sharp and sharp!

"Huh...!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Heng took a step and tightly grasped the folding fan he had bought when he entered the cabinet before, as if he was holding a sword out of its sheath.

His voice was sonorous and powerful, as if he was a general stationed at the border and patrolling on the top of the city.

"In May, the Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow, but there are no flowers, only cold.

I hear the sound of willows being cut in the flute, but I have not seen the spring scenery."

A poem, with two couplets, brings everyone from the snowy sky and the thousands of paths and mountains to the bitter cold frontier and the majestic pass.

Everyone seemed to see the soldiers at the frontier, wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, standing solemnly in the snow, and the wind and snow in the distance brought the lingering flute sound.

All sounds were quiet, except for the sound of wind and flute.

But suddenly, someone on the tower beat the war drum.

The earth began to tremble, the fluttering snowflakes became frantic, and the air was filled with murderous intent!

At this moment, Zhao Heng's voice sounded again.

"Fight with the golden drums at dawn, sleep with the jade saddle at night.

I wish to use the sword at my waist to kill Lou Lan."

"Huh...!"

In an instant, a cold wind seemed to pass through the hall, and everyone's heart trembled.

It was as if they were struck by a thunderbolt, and their souls left their bodies, unable to wake up for a long time.

"In May, the Tianshan Mountains are covered with snow, but there are no flowers and only coldness.

I hear the sound of willows being cut in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

I fight with golden drums in the morning and sleep with jade saddles at night.

I wish to take the sword from my waist and kill Lou Lan."

The crowd recited this poem repeatedly, their breathing became heavier and their eyes became more fiery.

When I first read this poem, I felt a sudden chill in my heart, and felt the cold and murderous aura.

After the shock, suddenly, a heroic spirit surged in my chest.

A good man has ambitions in all directions, wears armor and goes to battle, kills enemies for the country, builds achievements, and marries a beautiful woman!

"Hahaha...!"

In the center of the hall, there was a middle-aged scholar wearing a gray and white long gown and with gray hair.

He suddenly stood up and laughed at the sky, as if recalling the glorious years in the past, and thinking of his unfulfilled ambitions!

As he laughed, his tears flowed down, and he cried and shouted loudly.

"Good poem, this poem should be passed down through the ages, and will be remembered for thousands of years. Mr. Zhao is a great talent!"

As the voice of the old scholar came out, everyone in the hall seemed to have returned to their souls.

Then, in the hall, some people cried, some laughed, and some were speechless...

But without exception, everyone looked at Zhao Heng as if they saw the highest mountain in the world.

The mountain is so high that it seems like a banished immortal!

In the end, they could only exclaim.

"Mr. Zhao is a great talent. We are like ants. Today, I have the honor to listen to Mr. Zhao's peerless poems. I have no regrets in this life!"

If the first poem Zhao Heng just made can be called the best.

Then the next two poems are peerless works that can be remembered for thousands of years. There is no one before, and there will probably be no one after.

They have already anticipated that after tonight, these three poems will set off a huge wave in the entire imperial capital, the entire dynasty, and even in the Black Flame Dynasty.

The name of "Zhao Wuji" will become the most dazzling peak in the poetry world, and even the most famous Confucian scholars in the imperial capital cannot be compared with it.

At this moment, the literati marveled at Mr. Zhao's peerless poetic talent and were shocked.

And the eyes of these women in the hall turned into flaming eyes like wolves and tigers when they looked at Zhao Heng, as if they were ready to pounce on him at any time and grab Mr. Zhao into their arms.

If such a peerless poet could write a poem for themselves.

Not to mention that their value can soar tenfold or a hundredfold, wouldn't their names also be passed down through the ages?

At this moment, the most excited person in the audience was Miss Dongxue in the center of the stage.

Today's poetry competition was all for himself. This Mr. Zhao actually wrote two peerless poems in a row.

If Mr. Zhao became his guest, he would sign the two poems and add the words "Gift to Dongxue"

His fame will surely spread through the world and be passed down through the ages with the spread of these two poems.

Thinking of this, Dongxue's pretty face flushed, and the look she gave Zhao Heng could no longer pretend to be aloof, but became moist and hot, extremely attractive!

At this time, Tang Lun on the fourth floor had already been stunned, with no expression on his face, and his body was shaky.

It was as if a piece of frozen bacon swayed in the wind in the cold winter.

Zhao Heng's two poems were so amazing that even if he used the same method again to accuse Zhao Heng of plagiarism, it would be impossible.

Because such peerless poems that can be passed down through the ages, even in the Black Flame Dynasty, will definitely be passed down to the Cloud Wind Dynasty, and this can never be written by others.

And how could someone who can write such a peerless poem plagiarize others' works? Isn't it a self-degradation?

Tang Lun's lies have been broken!

For a moment, the eyes of everyone in the hall looking at him were full of contempt and anger.

How dare he tarnish Mr. Zhao's talent? This person is really of low character and has tarnished the reputation of the Imperial College.

Someone in the hall suddenly cursed Tang Lun, one person took the lead, and the others spitted at him.

For a time, Tang Lun, a once famous and talented man in the imperial capital, became the target of public criticism and was drowned in the saliva of everyone.

Although everyone was afraid of the other party's family background and did not dare to take action, after this night, Tang Lun's reputation was stinking.

In the future, let alone being a talented man, maybe the Imperial College will remove this person, and there will be no hope for his official career, let alone thinking about getting a free courtesan.

At this moment, Tang Lun only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and suddenly staggered a few steps, looked up and fell, and fainted directly on the ground.

It was not until this moment that the hall gradually returned to calm.

At this time, everyone remembered that tonight was not a literary competition, but a guest invited by Dong Xuehua Kui.

Everyone's eyes turned to the stage in the center of the hall.

But he found that Dong Xuehua Kui had turned around and walked off the stage and returned to the attic.

At the same time, a pink-skirted maid who followed her quickly went upstairs and came to the third floor, next to Zhao Heng.

The maid's cheeks were flushed, and she looked at Zhao Heng with admiration, and handed a jade hairpin to Zhao Heng with both hands.

"Mr. Zhao, this is the hairpin given to you by my wife. I invite you to meet in the side room after the Golden Autumn Moon Banquet tonight.

Of course, you can also go to my wife's side room now."

Zhao Heng looked up and happened to see Dong Xue, who had just climbed up the fifth floor opposite and was about to enter the side room.

At this time, the other party was also turning his head and looking at him, and the two looked at each other.

Dong Xuehua Kui had a white cheek, and the blush faded slightly. The eyes she looked at Zhao Heng were so gentle that they seemed to drip water.

She blinked her beautiful eyes at Zhao Heng, revealing a meaningful, shy and charming smile, turned and entered the side room, and her back was charming and imaginative...

Everything is self-evident.

Zhao Heng was chosen by Miss Dong Xue without any dispute.

After the banquet, he could go upstairs and enter the room to have a kiss with Miss Dong Xue.

Everyone was envious, but they also felt that with Mr. Zhao's poetic talent, who else could be worthy of Miss Dong Xue except him?

At this time, Zhao Heng returned to his seat.

The four imperial doctors at the same table, his follower Shen San, and several girls who accompanied him were already dumbfounded, looking at Zhao Heng with astonishment.

"Sir, I didn't expect you to have such a peerless poetic talent!"

Shen San's admiring and hot eyes made Zhao Heng feel uncomfortable.

Several old imperial doctors were amazed and shocked, and they were even more envious.

Among them, Imperial Doctor Zhang couldn't help but say, "Sir Zhao, a spring night is worth a thousand gold. The beauty is waiting upstairs, and you are still here drinking with us?"

Zhao Heng smiled faintly and waved his hand when he heard it.

"No hurry, the Golden Autumn Banquet hasn't ended yet, and there are still three courtesans who need to choose their lovers. I'll stay and watch the fun."