Old Wu and his son shook their heads there and sighed for a long time.

It wasn't until the eyes around him shot on his face that he realized.

Seeing the unkind eyes of Zheng Gongzi and Zheng Shangshu and those people under them, Old Master Wu also knew that his emotion was too inopportune.

"This ...... Could this poem really be written by the Seven Princes? ”

When Old Master Wu said this, he obviously didn't have much confidence.

He has been in Guozijian for so many years, and he can be regarded as reading poetry books all over the world, but he has not seen this poem from any books.

Moreover, every time the literati in the capital gathered, he collected all the poems that were amazing, and he did not have this poem.

This time, Zhou Yang had already been vaccinated by Zheng Gongzi in advance, and there was definitely no way to blatantly reverse black and white as at the beginning.

But in order to show his attitude, he can only ask such an embarrassing question.

Otherwise, the mere gaze of those people would have killed him.

Anyway, he is a scholar after all, and he was deeply impressed by the poem made by Zhou Yang just now.

Zhou Yang smiled coldly and glanced at him.

"What? Old Master Wu suspected that Bengong had plagiarized whose poems? ”

Feeling Zhou Yang's sharp gaze towards him, Old Master Wu couldn't help but shudder.

Just when he wanted to explain, Zhou Yang suddenly pulled out the sword on his waist and stabbed it directly on the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the flower hall.

This next time, everyone present was so frightened that they retreated.

Even the guards beside Zheng Shangshu and Shang Taishi touched their hands to the hilt of the knife on their waists and looked at Zhou Yang vigilantly.

"Your Highness the Seventh, what are you going to do here? Do you want to kill someone for the sake of a poem? ”

Someone next to him scolded Zhou Yang sharply.

Zhou Yang didn't take these people's words seriously at all, and glanced at these people present with a sharp look.

"Who suspects that this poem is plagiarized by Hongu and others, stand up!"

"This time Bengong can also gamble with him, just take his life as a bet, with a time limit of seven steps, if Bengong can't make poems, he will be willing to judge himself."

"But if this palace makes it, then please leave him here!"

Seeing Zhou Yang's desperate posture, he originally wanted to stand up and reverse black and white, accusing him of plagiarism, but he immediately stopped his pace.

Now you can really eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense.

Who knows what this Seventh Prince is thinking now?

If you stand up rashly, if someone really writes a poem within seven steps, won't you come up and take your life in vain, and there is no place to cry out for injustice.

What is happening today is so strange that a stupid man has written two poems in quick succession, and it seems that nothing is impossible.

The audience was silent for a while, and everyone looked at each other in a daze, with a hint of cringe on their faces.

Even the Zheng Gongzi and the stinky literati around him had nothing to say.

Everyone was shocked by the momentum on Zhou Yang's body, regardless of whether he could really compose poems in seven steps now, but none of these people present dared to step forward to challenge.

Scanning the audience, no one dared to stand up, Zhou Yang snorted coldly.

"It's all timid and incompetent, and they dare to claim to be literati, which is really without the backbone of a literati."

Saying that, Zhou Yang also intentionally or unintentionally swept his gaze to Zheng Tianxiang, the monk Taishi, who was always sitting on the upper hand, which clearly meant that he would take these two with him and scold them.

But now these two old men can only swallow their anger, even if his sister can live this face and Zhou Yang, a junior, he is not sure that he will be able to win the bet.

Shang Qingxue next to her also cast a strange gaze like Zhou Yang.

There were a few trances in those eyes, as if he faintly felt that the Zhou Yang in front of him was different from what he saw two years ago.

"Since no one has come forward to raise objections, please announce the results!"

Zhou Yang's operation directly forced everyone into a corner.

No one questioned it anymore, and this game could only admit that Zhou Yang had won.

Although Zheng Gongzi was still unconvinced, he had no choice but to nod inadvertently at Old Master Wu.

Old Master Wu understood and cleared his throat.

"This second game is won by the Seven Princes!"

This is Zheng Gongzi's home field, even if Zhou Yang wins, he will not be appreciated by others.

What's more, Old Master Wu has already set an example for everyone just now, and if he dares to praise Zhou Yang here, he is slapping the Zheng family in the face.

The consequences are very serious, no matter who they are, they don't have the courage to challenge the prestige of the Zheng family in such public.

Now the situation is one win and one loss, and the expressions on the faces of these people present are slightly subtle.

Originally, in their opinion, since it was a best-of-three game, this time the game was up to the second game.

Zhou Yang, the prince of the Ninety-Seven Emperor, is so virtuous that he may bow his head and admit defeat in the first game.

But the current result is beyond everyone's expectations, no one expected that Zhou Yang would be able to win the second game, making the current situation one plus one minus.

The most shocked was Zheng Gongzi.

He knew best what was going on from start to finish in this game.

I didn't take Zhou Yang seriously from the beginning, and I casually came up with a small topic in the first question, which I originally thought was already very difficult for Zhou Yang.

I didn't expect that guy to make a poem without blinking his eyes.

In the end, with the help of these people around him, he was shameless and took this gesture under his own name to win the first game.

He paid attention to the second question, but he didn't expect that Zhou Yang was like a different person, and made such a side poem, which caught him off guard at once.

"No, this third question must stump him, whether he can make poetry or not, so that he has no chance of winning."

Zheng Gongzi secretly thought to himself in his heart, frowning and thinking, what kind of question should be asked to stump Zhou Yang.

The junior brother next to him rolled his eyes, a little wicked smile appeared on his face, and he whispered something in Zhou Yang's ear.

Hearing what his junior brother said in his ear, Zheng Gongzi's face also showed a little wicked smile, and the smiles on the faces of the two were the same.

"Zheng Gongzi, this third question should also come out, the time in this palace is very tight, I don't have time to accompany you, and I waste time here."

Zhou Yang said coldly.

"Yes, yes, the Seventh Prince is still busy going to Qindi, so I will say the title of the third question, so as not to delay the exile of the Western Prince."

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter again.