Not to mention going to the battlefield in person, at least you have to have lived in the army.

And these scholars and talents are just pampered scholars, and they rarely even go out on weekdays, let alone go to the border to fight.

Even if they are rich and have their own furrows in their hearts, if they are asked to do this question, they will not be able to hold it back for a while.

"Let's still limit the time of one stick of incense, within one stick of incense, make this poem and count the seven princes as winning."

Zheng Gongzi looked at Zhou Yang provocatively as he spoke.

In his heart, it was already determined that Zhou Yang would not be able to make such a poem no matter what, at least it was impossible in a stick of incense.

A stupid waste prince has never even been out of the capital, let alone went to the border to experience the war.

It is absolutely impossible for him to make such a poem.

In the face of Zheng Gongzi's provocation, Zhou Yang just smiled faintly.

He wasn't in a hurry to use this question, but just asked Zheng Gongzi.

"Before that, I have a question that I want to ask Zheng Gongzi."

"It's that Zheng Gongzi has any proud works on the subject here, tell them in advance, lest I be called plagiarized by Zheng Gongzi after I make a poem."

Zhou Yang's words have the meaning of this squeeze on Zheng Gongzi.

Others may not know, but Zheng Gongzi's heart is like a mirror.

Although he wasn't sure if the poem just now was really made by Zhou Yang himself, he was sure that it had nothing to do with him at that time.

At this time, when Zhou Yang said such a thing, he was secretly sarcastic at him.

Although Zheng Gongzi was unhappy in his heart, he did not show the slightest expression on his face.

He shook his head slightly.

"Although the Seven Princes can rest assured, I don't have any works on the subject matter here, even if it is a pro-prince, there is no chance to plagiarize it."

"Then I'm relieved!"

Zhou Yang said that this long loss breath seemed to be relaxed.

This made Zheng Gongzi's brows furrow slightly.

Although his face is thick enough, he is still a little unhappy in the face of Zhou Yang's ridicule.

"The Seven Palaces don't need to talk nonsense anymore, hurry up and make poems, don't waste everyone's time."

Zheng Gongzi snorted coldly, urging with bad words.

"Your Highness the Seven, don't delay any longer, now it's impossible to copy, if Your Highness the Seventh really can't do it, you will admit defeat."

"That's right, this poetry meeting is gathering talents from all over the capital, does His Highness the Seventh still plan to win by his own plagiarism?"

"Alas, I don't know how angry and disappointed Your Majesty should be when this matter reaches Your Majesty's ears!"

The group of talented people began to sneer again.

Zhou Yang glanced at those who kept shouting.

These guys all looked flattering, mocking themselves while looking at Zheng Gongzi flatteringly.

It is clear that they want to gain the favor of the Zheng family by suppressing and mocking themselves.

In exchange for the fact that after they enter the court in the future, the Zheng family can take care of them.

After all, the future of the Zheng family is bright now, if you don't hurry up and please yourself at this time, when will it be?

Zhou Yang didn't bother to bother with them, and walked back and forth in place with a leisurely look, as if he was thinking about how to make a poem with the theme of the border battle formation next.

"Half of this pillar of incense has been burned, if it really doesn't work, the Seven Princes will just accept defeat, and there is nothing to be ashamed of."

The people next to them started to heckle there again, and now they had taken it as a kind of fun.

"Drunk and looking at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp, fifty strings turning over the outside sound, the autumn soldiers on the battlefield, the horse made Lu Fei, the bow is like a thunderbolt string, but the king is the world, winning the name before and after his death, poor and white."

Zhou Yang recited Xin Qiji's poem without stumbling in one breath.

The speed was so fast that even these people present had not yet reacted.

Some people were about to open their mouths to taunt Zhou Yang together, but they finished reading the first word.

For a while, those people had already thought of the ridicule in their minds, and they didn't know whether to say it or not.

They all looked at Zhou Yang in front of them in a daze.

"How about it, I've already made this poem about the border battle array, do you have anything else to say?"

After a moment of silence, there was a sudden buzz of discussion.

"It's done, it's really done!"

"I didn't expect this demented waste prince to really make such a side poem."

"What the hell, how is it possible?"

"How is this Seventh Prince like a different person, could it be that he was pretending to be stupid before!"

The literati present were directly stunned by this breaking formation.

Even the old master Wu, who had been speaking for Zheng Gongzi just now and reversed black and white, was dumbfounded.

He stayed there and savored the poem that Zhou Yang had made.

With his eyes slightly closed, shaking his head, there was still such an extremely evocative feeling.

"Miao Miao is really wonderful, such a poem, but it vividly describes the state of mind of a battlefield veteran."

"Especially this sentence of picking up the lamp to look at the sword when he was drunk, and dreaming of blowing the horn back to the company camp, so that the old man couldn't help but want to go to the border to fight the sword."

Old Master Wu closed his eyes and said while recalling the poems.

Although they are scholars who have never been to the border pass battle array, they have always dreamed of doing what they want to do when they go to the end of the world to kill the enemy.

After a long period of peacetime, I want to find a thrill.

However, the scene of life and death made them, timid readers, dare not really fight for their lives.

We can only find some solace in these poems.

Old Master Wu's selfless admiration directly darkened the face of Zheng Gongzi next to him.

Zheng Gongzi had an intuition in his heart that this one might still be lost.

Even the teacher who helped him has been conquered by Zhou Yang's poem, so how can others still help him?

These people present, but all those who have some knowledge and talent in their hearts, have already immersed themselves in this poem made by Zhou Yang.

Through this poem, I feel the excitement on the border battlefield.

Only those few scholars who didn't have much ink in their hearts and only knew how to pat their sycophants were racking their brains there to think about how to help Zheng Gongzi speak next.

They also sensed this delicate situation, and this time it may not be easy to do.

You can't say that Zhou Yang is plagiarism, right?

What's more, Zheng Gongzi has already said just now that he has never done this kind of side poem.

Even if you just want to tell nonsense, there is no basis for it.