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If Zhang Meng had any talent, he would have been able to compose poetry instead of remaining silent during the previous occasions. Looking at him, it was clear he wasn't the type to be low-key. This only meant he couldn't write poetry; he could only... dig his own grave!
Li Yuanji, unfazed and with a steady heart, declared, "I've been low-key for so long; today, I must make a grand statement!"
Hearing Li Yuanji's words, everyone burst into laughter. Liu Hui and Mo Hongkuo were practically rolling on the floor with laughter. With that infuriating expression of his, how could he claim to have been low-key for so long?
"Listen up, everyone!"
Li Yuanji suddenly shouted to silence the crowd and proclaimed loudly, "Liang Ma Xin Kua Bai Yu An, after the battle... on the battlefield... Yue Se Han; on the city walls... on the city walls... uh..."
Li Yuanji's voice abruptly cut off as he looked helplessly at Li Jiancheng, who was still half-reclining.
Damn! Did he just forget?
Li Jiancheng's face darkened as he quickly whispered a reminder, "The sound of the iron drum on the city walls still echoes; the blood from Golden Blade in the Box has yet to dry."
"Huh?"
Li Yuanji didn’t catch that and gestured for Li Jiancheng to speak louder.
How can I say it louder? If I do, everyone will know this poem isn’t yours!
In truth, even if Li Jiancheng didn’t speak up loudly, everyone already knew that this poem wasn’t composed by Li Yuanji. Who would be writing poetry while looking around like that?
He couldn’t continue reciting halfway through; it was obvious he was reciting someone else's work but forgot it in the moment!
"Haha..."
Mo Hongkuo laughed heartily. "Zhang Meng, are you composing poetry or just failing to remember someone else's lines?"
"I..."
Li Yuanji felt guilty but quickly puffed up his chest and retorted angrily, "I just hit a mental block; what's wrong with that?"
Mo Hongkuo continued to mock him. "A mental block? This poem is clearly copied; it doesn't count!"
Mo Hongkuo's words received agreement from the crowd.
"Doesn't count? Why doesn't it count? If you have the ability, why don't you come up with a good poem yourself!"
Since he had already been exposed, Li Yuanji decided to let it all go.
"..."
Mo Hongkuo rarely paid attention to Li Yuanji, instead looking at Dan Bingbing on the stage.
Dan Bingbing spoke up, "Everyone, let's continue with the poetry gathering!"
Clearly, she also believed that Li Yuanji's poem didn't count.
As Dan Bingbing's voice echoed, the venue gradually quieted down.
Li Yuanji wanted to retort against Dan Bingbing but hesitated for a moment and ultimately refrained, instead lifting a glass of wine and downing it with a sullen expression.
"You can't even remember this?"
Li Jiancheng looked at Li Yuanji with a face full of disbelief.
"I just drank! How could I remember it all at once?"
Li Yuanji replied gloomily, his voice filled with frustration.
"Oh, that makes sense!"
Li Jiancheng understood. If he hadn’t known the poem before his time travel, he would have found it difficult to remember it all at once. If one could remember a poem just by hearing it once, he would have won championships on "Poetry Conference."
Seeing that his older brother didn’t mock him, Li Yuanji immediately brightened up again.
While the two were talking, Liu Hui had already stood up.
"Ten thousand horses galloping across the grasslands, a thousand swords dancing beneath the sky."
"Charging into battle without fear, sacrificing life and forgetting death to beat the drums!"
As Liu Hui's words fell, everyone present couldn't help but savor them carefully.
After a moment, several people beside Liu Hui were the first to applaud.
"Good poem! What a fearless charge into battle; this is the iron-blooded man of our Tang Dynasty!"
" young master Liu's poem is stirring and bold..."
" young master Liu's talent is truly admirable..."
In an instant, praises and flattery filled the air.
Even Dan Bingbing on stage couldn't help but nod slightly.
Although the poem wasn't particularly stunning, being able to compose it in such a short time was impressive in itself.
Seeing Dan Bingbing nodding repeatedly, Liu Hui felt even more pleased with himself and pretended to be humble, saying, "It’s just a spontaneous piece, forgive my clumsiness!"
Despite claiming it was a clumsy effort, the expression on his face clearly showed he felt confident about his success.
"Indeed, it was quite clumsy!" At that moment, Mo Hongkuo stood up again, wearing a look of disdain.
"Oh?" Liu Hui replied with a forced smile, "Then I would love to hear the masterpiece from Young Master Mo!"
"Listen closely!"
Mo Hongkuo raised an eyebrow and smiled, pausing for a moment before reciting his poem with great bravado.
"Drums and horns announce the auspicious chill,
Wind and waves stirring the mountains in autumn.
Double fists strike down three thousand guests,
One sword frosty cold across fourteen states!"
"Double fists strike down three thousand guests,
One sword frosty cold across fourteen states!"
As soon as this poem was recited, the audience was taken aback.
Liu Hui's face twitched slightly as he glared at Mo Hongkuo with resentment.
"What a line: One sword frosty cold across fourteen states!"
"Excellent poem, excellent indeed!"
"This poem surpasses Young Master Liu's work by far!"
"Just based on that line 'One sword frosty cold across fourteen states,' he could claim today's top honor!"
"With this poem, Young Master Mo will surely become famous throughout the land..."
In no time, applause filled the room.
Dan Bingbing also nodded repeatedly, seemingly quite fond of the poem.
"You flatter me; this is just a spontaneous piece as well. I don't deserve such praise from you all!"
Mo Hongkuo bowed to the crowd, looking quite pleased with himself.
"You dog!"
Li Yuanji shot an extremely displeased glance at Mo Hongkuo before leaning closer to Li Jiancheng. "Young Master Wang, don’t you remember any other poems composed by our lady?"
"Well... I do recall two others."
Li Jiancheng swayed his head, pretending to be slightly drunk, while downing another cup of wine. He remembered plenty of poems!
"Young Master Wang, you really shouldn't drink anymore; you'll forget everything!" Li Yuanji quickly intervened, "While you're still sober, recite some poetry to put that dog Mo Hongkuo in his place! I can't stand seeing him so smug!"
Li Jiancheng's gaze became a bit unfocused, feeling a mix of exasperation. You really are a poor student! If only your memory were a little better, could you let that fool feel so proud? Fine! I'll handle this myself! With good poetry, my younger brother's reputation on the battlefield will soar even higher. This big move will catch everyone off guard; even Li Shimin won't know it was me who initiated it!
Li Jiancheng secretly smirked and deliberately stood up unsteadily, looking at Mo Hongkuo with an arrogant expression. "You dare to show off your trivial skills here?"
The crowd gasped at Li Jiancheng's words. Such a fine piece of work, and he dared to call Mo Hongkuo's skills trivial?
"What a bold claim!" Mo Hongkuo scoffed. "You dare to speak out after mingling with talentless fools like Zhang Meng? Don't be like Zhang Meng and forget what you copied!"
As soon as Mo Hongkuo finished speaking, the crowd erupted in laughter.
"Young Master Mo, why bother arguing with a drunkard?"
"Exactly! He looks completely wasted, just spouting nonsense here."
"That drunkard should just lie down and stop embarrassing himself..."
Laughter filled the room. Anyone who mingled with Zhang Meng couldn't possibly have any literary talent. This person was merely babbling drunkenly.
Li Jiancheng burped and gazed hazily at Mo Hongkuo. "There's a saying: a full jar of water makes no sound, but a half-full jar clinks loudly. That's exactly what people like you are!"
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