The martial arts start saved the little dragon girl

Chapter 95 Poems
"According to Mr. Murong, this jade pendant looks ordinary, but it is actually made of Heshibi from the pre-Qin legend.

This jade pendant is like a galloping horse and a talented scholar. If it is in the eyes of people who don't know how to do it, it is useless and worthless.

But in the eyes of those who know how to do it, it can be said to be invaluable and a priceless treasure. "

The woman in the room said in her extremely soft voice.

"He Shibi?" Everyone exclaimed again.

Even Yang Guo is no exception. He's Bi is really famous. It's hard to know. The person who dug up the jade had two legs cut off to prove that it was a beautiful jade. He's Bi is often mentioned in the passages about the Jade Seal of Chuanguo.

Therefore, even though the woman in the room seemed to be insinuating that everyone present was ignorant, everyone couldn't care less and just focused their attention on the jade pendant in Wei Xiaobao's hand.

This is He's Bi?

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a broken jade that can be bought for a few pennies?
Only then did everyone know why Ai Su said that Wei Xiaobao knew the goods just now.

For the three words He's Bi alone, no matter how high the quotation is, it is normal.

Especially considering the "supreme" meaning behind it, it is often used as a material to make the emperor's imperial seal.

Even if there is a price but no market, even if Wei Xiaobao just uses it as a portable accessory, he can never say he is losing money.

After all, this is indeed a priceless treasure!

The woman in the room continued to say: "On that day, Mr. Murong wanted the slave's family to sell this jade pendant to him and become a monk for 30 taels of silver...

The slave family refused to allow it at the time, and said to him, "If the young master doesn't reveal the origin of this thing, the slave family will still treat it as an ordinary thing, and maybe it will be thrown away one day."This thing is only valuable to the young master, so I gave it to the young master. '

But Mr. Murong heard me say that I don't want money, but he would never accept such a valuable thing for nothing.

The slave family and him gave in to each other, but in the end the jade pendant was not given, and it was still in his hand. This matter was aroused by the slave family.

Lord Wei got this jade pendant, if you are interested, you can go to Swallow Pier and say that the slave family has changed its mind and is willing to sell it. To be honest, you bought it from the slave family...

In short, when Mr. Murong saw this jade pendant, he would naturally buy it for 30 taels of silver. Lord Wei has a unique vision, this is the reward you deserve. "

Hearing this, there was no sound outside.

Some people were amazed, some regretted, and some thought deeply.

The one who was surprised was Mr. Murong and Miss Aisu who humbly pushed each other, the priceless Heshibi jade pendant, tens of 10 taels of silver, just like giving up a steamed bun.

Those who regret it naturally regret why they didn't grit their teeth and bid to buy this jade bi just now, not to earn the price difference of tens of thousands of taels, but to show that they know what to buy, and if they can make friends with the Murong family of Gusu because of this, it will be a great opportunity up.

The Murong family in Suzhou City, who can move the wind and rain, and Nan Murong, who can move the stars, are the existences that these people can't even curry favor with.

The person who thinks deeply is Yang Guo. As mentioned earlier, he has never been a person who does what others say.

There are indeed no loopholes in what the woman in the room said, and she should not have lied in most places.

After all, if she lied at the key point and Wei Xiaobao really went to Suzhou to find Murong's family to sell jade pendants to get money, this lie would be exposed soon.

However, Ai Su in the room revealed two pieces of information:

This piece of jade pendant is made of Heshi Bi.

The Murong family is willing to spend 30 silver to buy this jade pendant.

These two important messages reached the ears of all Jiangnan celebrities present, and they will definitely spread the news.

Therefore, no matter what the origin of this jade pendant is, Gusu Murong's reputation of being rich and heroic must spread.

If the jade pendant is really bought back by the Murong family, then the word "respectful" will be added.

People of insight in the Jianghu must all flock to Gusu Murong.

What's more, if the Murong family is to become the emperor of the whole country at that time, then the jade seal passed down to the country can be said to be the famous Heshibi.

Murong's family wanted a thousand dollars to buy a horse bone, and by the way let many people know how precious this horse bone is.

In this way, the 30 taels of silver may be worth a lot.

I just don't know if the number one beauty in the south of the Yangtze River is in collusion or being used?

Just as the famous Lord Wei Wei Xiaobao just happened to take this jade pendant, it will undoubtedly make the Murong family spend the 30 taels more worthwhile.

Of course, just guessing.

Whether this guess is right or wrong, it has nothing to do with Yang Guo, so he doesn't say anything.

The rivers and lakes are so big, it is impossible for him to prove right or wrong in everything.

He can only take insignificant steps between heaven and earth, follow his inner feelings, try his best to make himself have a clear conscience, and try his best to make himself have no regrets in the future.

Think far.

Compared with Yang Lai, Wei Xiaobao is obviously much purer, he is always smiling, now he said with a smile:

"When I have no money to spend, I will sell this jade pendant. I hope Mr. Murong will still be willing to spend so much money to buy it at that time."

After finishing speaking, he casually put this priceless jade pendant into his arms.

After thinking about it, he took out the jade pendant again, handed it to Yang Guo, and said:

"Miss Ai Su said just now that the two of us can only send one person to test.

I took this jade pendant for Mr. Yang, so he won this round of exams.

After that, if there is anything to compare, Mr. Yang will play. "

Although everyone knew that the money must be from Wei Xiaobao, but he couldn't argue with saying that, after all, the money was with him, and he could give it to whoever he liked, and it wasn't a broken proposal just now.

Yi Xing's servant girl nodded and said, "Mr. Yang won the first round.

However, you heroes don't need to worry, I've explained just now that who our lady wants to meet has nothing to do with the outcome of the test, it's all about her approval of your performance. "

Having said that, isn't this nonsense? Women are all admiring, and they don't want to see the winner, so do they still want to see the loser?
Everyone knew that Yi Xing's words were just comforting, so that everyone would not be discouraged and would continue to compete with all their strength.

But anyway, it's coming.

By this time, no one will really give up, and it is inevitable to think:
'The relationship between men and women is about eye contact. What if I can't compete with these powerful people, but this talented woman favors me?
Even if the one inside is not interested in me, the two maids outside are also pretty good-looking. If you behave well in front of them, maybe you can still hold the beauty in your arms today. '

At this moment, Yi Xing's maid began to talk about the content of the second test.

"Just after the first round of the competition, bidding for items and talking about money with you refined scholars is really vulgar.

This second round is to test your talents.

With the limit of stick incense kung fu, please compose a poem each.

It is not limited to poem titles, rhymes, and formats, but even though we are in a brothel, our lady said that I am a little tired of listening to extravagant words and melodies.

If your poems can imitate Li Du's style and show grandeur, that would be great. "

Hearing this question, Yang Guo and Wei Xiaobao's eyes widened and their faces drooped.

Together, the two of them could recite less than ten poems, nine and a half of which had to be contributed by Yang Guo.

Wei Xiaobao can at most say "the cool breeze is buoyant, the autumn moon is boundless", and it has to be under the condition of an actor surnamed Zhang possessing him.

Asking them to compose poems would really kill them.

At that moment, the two of them quietly took a few steps back, as if they had consciously given up this round of competition.

Those few Jiangnan celebrities were all literary and elegant figures. After losing the first round, they were a little bit unable to hold their heads up because of Wei Xiaobao's aura of local tyrants.

Now they saw Yang Guo and Wei Xiaobao's dejected looks, and immediately guessed something.Wei Xiaobao had a ruffian face, if he was a scholar, it would be better to say that a sow can climb trees.

Yang Guo may look handsome, but his conversation just now does not seem to have any talent.

These people were all in high spirits, and wanted to win back a victory in this round.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly.

Yang Guo and Wei Xiaobao didn't have any act of composing poems, they dozed off for an incense stick of time.

She almost asked Yi Xing's maid to open a room for them and let them sleep for a while before talking.

Well, you guys compare first, the two of us sleep first, and if the third round is not for the cultural level test, call us again.

But in the end they still have to show some face, and they are embarrassed to really bring it up.

So I can only quietly listen to other people pretending.

At this time, several people had completed their poems and were scrambling to speak their own poems.

Most of them use the beautiful scenery of West Lake in Hangzhou as an introduction, supplemented by praises of the charming demeanor of the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, or simply compare the scenery with the scenery, and use the scenery with the scenery.

Intentions such as spring water, blue sky, summer, Yintao, Yushan, willow shoots, painted boats, crescent eyebrows, bright wrists, plain hands, etc. emerge in endlessly.

Listening to the rain, warming wine, frying tea, leaning on the building, picking lotus, breaking a dream, falling in tears, mooring at night, saying goodbye, talking at night, etc. are just right.

Yang Guo knew all these words, and he could understand the meaning when he heard them.

However, these geniuses next to him arranged and combined these intentional situations, so he could only shout wonderfully from the side.

Why is it that every common and commonly used word coexists in a poem in a specific order to produce such an ingenious chemical reaction?
This is not literature, this is metaphysics.

But no matter what they study, Yang Guo and Wei Xiaobao can only yawn next to each other, watching others show their literary attainments.

That's what no culture looks like.

Wei Xiaobao also laughed aloud from time to time, and said, "I'll start learning to write tomorrow, and I'll be the number one in the exam for fun."

Of course Yang Guo didn't believe a word of this, because after Wei Xiaobao finished saying this, he picked his nostrils with his fingers, then put it in his mouth to taste the sweet and salty.

If he is the champion, he should be the most unhygienic champion in Chinese history.

Although Yi Xing's maid, who was good at catching micro-expressions, also saw that the two young masters were passively sabotaging work, she still looked at the two of them because of the minimum courtesy, or the process still had to go.

To be precise, she was looking at Yang Guo, because Wei Xiaobao had just pointed out that Yang Guo was the plenipotentiary representative of this test.

Therefore, at this time, the only one who made a fool of himself was Mr. Yang.

"Young Master Yang, the rest of the poems have already been written, and they are really very clever, and every chapter is a masterpiece.

I wonder if you have thought about the poem you want to write? "

Yi Xing asked the servant girl.

The rest of the people also said: "Mr. Yang is a talented person, and he was born in a famous family. He should be full of talent."

"When Wang Zi'an wrote the 'Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion' in Hongdu, he was about the same age as you, Mr. Yang. Maybe the poems written by Mr. Yang in Zuixian Tower today can also be remembered in future generations."

"Young Master Yang, we can't wait to see your masterpiece."

These people have sincere expressions and sincere tones, but they naturally have some jokes in their hearts.

That is commonly known as killing.

Of course Yang Guo understood their petty thoughts, but at this time, how could he draw his sword and cut off their tongues?

This kind of struggle in social situations is no easier than life and death struggles in the rivers and lakes!

When Wei Xiaobao picked his nose just now, Yang Guo actually thought in his heart, as a time traveler, he has hundreds of years of memory, why not copy a poem?

But the problem is, he didn't recite a few poems in his previous life, and he almost forgot what he recited.

Most of the few poems I can barely remember are "Li Du Poems"!
Who does this make sense?

Although this world is different from the original history, according to Yi Xing's maid, there are still two great poets, Li Bai and Du Fu.

She just emphasized that it is best to compose poems in the style of Li Du.

If Yang Guo recited a poem by a poet or a poet, why wouldn't all the experts present laugh their heads off?
This is no longer a matter of showing ugliness, it is a complete social death.

Even if he becomes a generation of heroes in the future, maybe everyone will make fun of him after dinner.

But when Yang Guo heard the people around him quarreling, he felt angry and refused to be discouraged. He racked his brains in his mind, trying to find a suitable poem that could be copied, but others would never find it.

"Li Du Poetry"?
A flash in Yang Guo's mind reminded him of a poem he had learned before, so he recited it.

"Li Du's poems have been handed down thousands of times, and they are no longer new.

Talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. "

Next to him, Wei Xiaobao didn't expect Yang Shaoxia to really speak, and recited a poem.

He also couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but since it was done by his partner, he must cheer it up: "Well, well!"

As for the good, he certainly didn't know at all.

"Li Du's Poems Are Passed Through Thousands of Words"

Those present were all knowledgeable people, when they heard Yang Guo read this poem, they couldn't help repeating it again.

"wonderful!"

A voice came out, and it was Ai Su, the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Mr. Yang, today there is no limit to the titles of poems, but I asked you to imitate Li Du, in order to let you not stick to clichés and come up with some new poems.

The poems written by the rest of you are naturally full of novelty and have the charm of Li and Du.

But Mr. Yang's song subverted the previous cognition, and even surpassed the topic of today's test. It is ingenious and 'cut to the topic'.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years. 'Wonderful, really wonderful! "

This beauty was originally very reserved, and her words were always euphemistic.

At this moment, she is not stingy with her words of praise, and her praise of other people sounds like polite words, but these few wonderful words of praise to Yang Guo are full of emotion, and anyone can tell that she loves Yang Guo's poems and even her love for Yang Guo. Yang Guo really admired him.

The rest of the people are very conceited in terms of literary talent.

Youdao is the first in literature, and the second in martial arts. Every author will feel that what he writes is invincible in the world.

In Yang Guo's later life, there was a writer who wrote stinky web articles, and he was always intoxicated by looking at what he wrote, without knowing how bad his writing was.

When these people wrote the psalms just now, they all felt that what they did would surely win this round of tests.

But after hearing Yang Guo's work, they also had to admit: it's wonderful.

"Mr. Yang's poem is really amazing, but have you ever thought of a title for the poem?"

"Little gentleman's sword" Wen Runyu asked at this time.

(End of this chapter)