Lü Tao still chose to compete with Chen Mu in poetry, taking soldiers at the frontier as the subject and composing a poem for them.
This time, Lü Tao seized the initiative, composing his poem within seven steps.
"Valiant soldiers swore to defend their land. Iron steeds and frozen rivers entered their dreams; dragon banners flew, reflecting martial might. Swords danced across the sky, mirroring sun and moon; blood stained their battle robes as they swore to hold until death. Across a thousand miles of mountains and rivers, their hearts never changed; their resolve to serve their country faithfully endured!"
The moment the poem was recited, countless people cheered.
"Excellent! Beautifully written! It stirs the soul and captures the bold spirit of us soldiers!"
"No wonder he leads the Four Talents. This humble scholar admires such literary skill. Truly admires it."
"When the examinations begin in a few days, I believe someone as gifted as Master Lü will surely rank first!"
"More than that! Once he enters court as an official, His Majesty's discerning eye will surely put him to good use. Master Lü is bound to soar straight into the clouds!"
Lü Tao was thoroughly pleased by their flattery. He closed his paper fan, convinced victory was his.
Pointing his fan at Chen Mu, he smiled smugly. "Brother Chen, please enlighten me."
Chen Mu did not indulge him and immediately recited, "Let army songs ring with the great saber's clash; we swear to destroy the barbarian foes beyond Jade Gate Pass. We know only to die for our country upon the battlefield; what need have we to return wrapped in horsehide?"
"..." Lü Tao fell silent.
"..." So did the other three talents.
"..." So did the crowd.
My husband truly has a gift for words!
Ye Qingcheng's