"Who's asking for his special treatment?"
"Brother Pei is right. In my opinion, that Mr. Qingzhou is indeed talented, but not enough to compose poetry on the spot."
"I heard the few poems he composed before were all written at home."
"Indeed…"
A scholar looked at the others and shook his head. "Based on that 'Post-rain Reflections' alone, I am not his equal."
"It's a shame he hasn't put brush to paper today. We've missed the chance to witness the elegance of his Calligraphy Dao, and his poetry is a rare sight as well."
Pei Zhaoye snorted, his face showing displeasure. "Even if he were here, his calligraphy is just good. You expect him to compose a poem?"
"I wouldn't be so sure…"
At a table not far from the high platform.
Chen Yunfan's face also held a hint of displeasure.
It was just that his thoughts were completely different from Pei Zhaoye's.
He couldn't help it.
After listening for so long, Chen Yunfan had only heard two sentences discussing him.
