A family of widows, all shouldered, raising the dragon flag!

Upon hearing this!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The news that Qin Ze's eulogy had moved Su Ningzhi had already caused a sensation in the capital.

It's shocking that someone has suddenly revealed that this poem is plagiarized.

After the initial shock, there was mostly schadenfreude.

Liu Jinghong stood beside Qin Ze, glaring at the crowd.

She didn't believe Qin Ze was the type of person to plagiarize.

Su Ningzhi felt the same way; if Qin Ze hadn't made that confession on their wedding night, she might have been half-believing him.

But Qin Ze's confession was definitely more impressive than the eulogy.

Who is Qin Ze?

As soon as the Sage of Literature spoke, his gaze turned to Qin Ze.

This scene made Qin Ze frown.

He felt like he'd been set up.

However, he was curious to see what tricks the other party could pull off.

"I am Qin Ze!"

In response to the Sage of Literature's question, Qin Ze stood up calmly, but everyone could see that Qin Ze seemed to have no respect for the Sage of Literature whatsoever.

"Oh? He said you plagiarized. Do you admit it?"

Qin Ze looked intently at the young man who had reported him for plagiarism.

He felt the other person looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember who it was!

"Sage of Literature, just because he said I plagiarized, does that mean I plagiarized?"

"Making something out of nothing, relying on empty words—when did the Sage of Literature ever judge someone's plagiarism so superficially?"

boom!

Even Emperor Renzong of Zhou, who sat in a high position, was somewhat surprised by Qin Ze's audacity.

They actually questioned the Sage of Literature to his face, and even did so with a hint of mockery.

"Hmph, I only asked if you plagiarized, I didn't draw any conclusions!"

After saying this, the Sage of Literature looked directly at the young man.

Do you have any evidence?

"Yes, this is the eulogy you, Sage of Literature, wrote for my father many years ago, and it's exactly the same as Qin Ze's. What else could it be but plagiarism?"

As they spoke, the other party produced a handwritten memorial text.

Judging from the handwriting, the signature, and the worn-out paper, the people present were discussing it animatedly.

Qin Ze, however, sneered.

"Qin Ze, do you have something to say?"

"Sage of Literature, what brilliant methods!"

"I admit I plagiarized! But for such a simple memorial text to require the Sage of Literature to personally hire people to stage a charade is utterly despicable!"

"Has the Sage of Literature ever heard of the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River?"

Faced with Qin Ze's sudden question, Li Jianbai frowned.

"Never!"

"Has the Sage of Literature ever heard of the 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng'?"

"Never!"

Qin Ze asked a lot of questions, but the other party always answered "no".

This made Qin Ze burst into laughter.

"You want to smear me for plagiarism and disqualify me? Are you afraid I'll win?"

"Such despicable tactics are utterly contemptible to me, Qin Ze!"

"And you, a sage of literature, are even less worthy to hear my 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'."

"You claim to possess eight-tenths of the world's talent? I think that's pure bragging!"

"What literary sage? He's nothing but a fraudster!"

"If I, Qin Ze, had been born in your era, I would have possessed ten times the talent of the world!"

mad!

Incredibly arrogant!

Qin Ze's disregard for the Sage of Literature startled Su Ningzhi behind him.

Seeing Qin Ze like this, she felt an inexplicable fondness for him.

【Favorability +1】

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【Favourability: 55】

Qin Ze looked at Su Ningzhi beside him with some surprise.

He didn't expect the other person to be a slow starter, and actually like his more outgoing personality!

Li Jianbai's face was extremely ugly.

He never imagined that one day he would be insulted like this by a junior!

"Boy, I'll give you a chance. If you can win the poetry competition, then this eulogy will be a gift from me."

"If you fail to win the poetry competition, from this day forward, you will be ridiculed by all scholars, and your descendants will be despised by the world!"

"But since you've admitted it today, I, the Sage, can assure you that all scholars in the world will give you a chance to reform!"

Qin Ze couldn't understand what was on the other person's face.

And his face is quite big.

"I, Qin Ze, don't need you to give me a chance!"

"Let them compete first. I'll make my move after they've finished!"

"If I make the first move, I'm afraid they won't even have a chance to play, or they'll feel ashamed and won't dare to go on!"

Arrogant!

As arrogant as ever!

Li Jianbai glanced at Emperor Renzong of Zhou, who was high up.

After receiving Emperor Renzong's approval.

He then gave a cold laugh.

"You'd better think this through. If thousands of students in the audience were to come up and compose poems, including some exceptionally talented ones, you might not get a chance to participate!"

"It's alright, this prodigy is merely the threshold to my arrival!"

Li Jianbai sneered inwardly as he looked at Qin Ze's blindly confident demeanor.

"Since you're so confident, then let them go first!"

Soon, the talented men in the audience took to the stage.

As Su Ningzhi listened to the poems and songs above, she slowly began to worry.

Because the later parts get even more exciting.

She even thought some of the songs were quite good.

It has reached the level of Qin Ze's memorial text.

"This poem of mine is dedicated to the Su family, to Su Ningzhi."

The sudden loud voice startled Qin Ze.

Su Ningzhi was even more surprised.

Then look at the person who was about to compose a poem; it was none other than the young man who had reported Qin Ze for plagiarism.

"How dare you!"

Qin Ze's calm voice carried an indescribable chill.

"My lord, I do not know this person!"

"Don't worry, my wife, I'm not that petty. So what if he knows me? You're mine, and your heart is mine too. He can only be envious!"

As he spoke, Qin Ze gently patted the other woman's hand.

Such an action caused the young man on stage to turn red in the eyes.

Su Ningzhi was someone he had always secretly liked, but he never expected that Qin Ze would beat him to it.

But today, as long as he cooperates with the Sage of Literature and suppresses Qin Ze so much that he can't lift his head, he will have many opportunities to get close to him in the future.

At that time, with a little effort, I can surely get the other person into my bed.

As he watched Su Ningzhi slowly look at him, he knew his chance had come.

"Meeting you for the first time feels like meeting an old friend!"

"The bright moon shines anew across the horizon; my longing for you is strongest at dawn and dusk!"

it is good!

wonderful!

Absolutely!

The thousands of students below cheered and applauded.

Looking at the burning passion in the other person's eyes, Su Ningzhi suddenly felt a little nervous. She was worried that Qin Ze might not be able to win.

"Qin Ze, do you dare to step onto the stage and fight now!"

Qin Ze didn't expect that the other party would actually make a fuss at this time.

Then look at the worried looks in Su Ningzhi's and Liu Jinghong's eyes.

He immediately stood up and took their slender hands.

"My ladies, watch as your husband outshines all the other men!"

These domineering words immediately eased the tension in the two women's hearts.

Seeing Qin Ze still oblivious to his own mortality and stepping onto the stage, everyone grinned, eager to see him make a fool of himself.

As soon as Qin Ze stepped onto the stage, he smiled at Li Jianbai.

"Does the Sage of Literature have any wine?"

"Hmm? At a time like this, do you perhaps want to drink to bolster your courage?"

Li Jianbai was somewhat surprised.

"It's not about boosting courage, but about drinking to liven things up. Simply crushing them would be boring."

As wild as ever!

And they were incredibly arrogant.

Emperor Renzong, seemingly enjoying the spectacle, addressed his followers: "Give him two jars of Daughter's Red wine! I'm rather looking forward to seeing the literary talent of the nine sons of the Qin family!"

Qin Ze saw the eunuch carrying two jars of wine and presenting them to him.

Then I understood what was going on.

"Thank you for your generous gift, Your Majesty. I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ze picked up the wine jar and started drinking.

After finishing the jar, his face was flushed and his steps were unsteady.

Everyone understood that they had drunk too quickly and were getting drunk fast!

Immediately afterwards, someone realized what was happening.

"Is this spoiled brat from the Qin family trying to escape the fight by getting drunk?"

"This way, even if he loses, the damage to his reputation will be minimized!"

The sound came out.

Zhou's people quickly realized what was happening.

"This spoiled brat is incredibly cunning!"

"Look, it seems he's about to drink his second jar."

"Damn it, this kid is really going to drink himself into oblivion to escape."

Just when everyone thought Qin Ze was going to run away.

Qin Ze burst into wild laughter.

"Listen carefully, this poem is for my wife, and it's called 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'!"