The queen is so fierce

Chapter 22

"This is impossible!"

Xu Shoujing was worrying about how to educate Qiu Shangyun when he heard Qiu Shilian's shouting.

...are you finished yet?A brace, right? !
Xu Shoujing wasn't in the mood to pay attention to the club, but his name was already read, so obviously he couldn't continue to sit and play dead.

He stood up, attracted the attention of a circle of people, and smiled embarrassedly:

"His Royal Highness Zhao Wang is not interested in fame and fortune, this poem is not written by him, but Zhao Wang..."

"This poem was written by Xu Gongzi, and this king guarantees it with his credit!" Qiu Shangyun interrupted with a dignified voice.

Xu Shoujing's smile froze, and he turned his head to look at Qiu Shangyun, with a question in his eyes - what do you want to do?
Qiu Shangyun was not afraid, his face was full of stubbornness, and he said:
"If this statement is half false, this king will not enter Zimo in this life!"

There was a sudden silence in the hall, and the needle drop could be heard.

Kong Wenqing was very old, and he couldn't stand this kind of fright. His eyes were black, and he almost fainted. Fortunately, there were other people beside him to support him.

When Qiu Shilian heard Qiu Shangyun's speech, he was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic in his heart.

The royal family valued the most credibility, and the emperor's words were not just words, and what he had said could never be taken back.

In other words, if it can be proved that the poem was not written by Xu Shoujing, wouldn't it directly solve the problem that many vassal kings have been troubled for 13 years at once?

Even if Qiu Xuanji will be held accountable then... that is Qiu Shangyun's own suicide, what does it have to do with us.

Thinking of this, Qiu Shilian's mentality was completely different.

Before, it was just a simple bad mood to find faults, but now there is a reason for having to find faults.

And the target of finding fault has changed from Qiu Shangyun, a demoralizing tool man, to the righteous master who caused a bad mood - Xu Shoujing.

Qiu Shilian suppressed the excitement in his heart and laughed madly:
"Hehe, Qiu Shangyun, remember to honor what you say. Don't blame me for not telling you, Xu Shoujing has never gone out in a hidden mountain like Longyumen, and he has fewer opportunities to contact poetry and literature than this son. , don't say such good poems, even limericks won't necessarily come out!"

As soon as these words came out, the talented people in the hall couldn't help but turn their eyes to Xu Shoujing. In fact, they were not sure whether he wrote it or not, but more from "you did what I couldn't do". envy.

Although it is stipulated that only those who have not reached the championship can participate in the imperial competition, to a certain extent, many people have been wiped out.But the gold content is also real, and they are all talents selected by various forces.

And Xu Shoujing's ability to stand out among them undoubtedly proves his superb martial arts, and the name of Wu Kui is well-deserved.

and then?
It's not enough to have Wu Kui's reputation, you have to come and pick Shi Kui together?
Good-looking, handsome like a banished immortal; martial arts, capable of defeating the master disciples of the Qing Fan Sect; terrifying identity, not to mention the ambiguous identity of the son of the empress, just the young master of Longyu Sect is enough for everyone present to drink A pot.

Another poem is talented, you still let others live?

Everything good will be occupied by you, right...

At the moment, everyone also looked at Xu Shoujing with scrutiny in the mind of wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

Xu Shoujing was speechless.

He originally thought that Qiu Shilian was the biggest club.

Now he retracts his foreword.

Qiu Shangyun is the biggest club, the one without a brain.

He was completely pushed out, even if it was for Qiu Xuanji, he couldn't really let Qiu Shangyun "be expelled from Beijing by himself".

Xu Shoujing's eyes were slightly cold, and he slowly walked up to the high platform.

Ranxi was stunned for a moment, and gave him her position, but a pair of beautiful eyes that cut water stayed on him without blinking, wanting to see what this handsome young man was doing.

Looking at the extremely aggressive crowd in the audience and Qiu Shilian who wanted to eat him, Xu Shoujing said indifferently:

"Okay, I have a showdown, this poem is indeed written by me."

There was no "terrifying" inhalation, no sudden surprise, or even...

No one paid any attention to him at all.

You say you wrote it, you wrote it?Get some evidence.

Xu Shoujing naturally knew that there was no basis in his claims, so he thought for a moment and looked at Qiu Shilian:
"If I just say that, no one will believe it. Why don't the prince come up with the question. How about I make another one on the spot?"

Qiu Shilian gave a "crack" in his heart, and suddenly had a bad premonition, but he still bit the bullet and said:
"Do you think a good poem is Chinese cabbage? Although my son doesn't understand it, he also knows the truth of 'the article is born in the heaven' Play, who are we going to talk to?"

When the people below heard it, they all felt that this statement was reasonable, and they all agreed:

"Yeah yeah, it doesn't work."

The corner of Xu Shoujing's mouth twitched, and this guy actually still plays strategy, "That's it, you can ask questions at will, if there is a rough and messy piece, I will admit that 'Chao Ran Xiyue' is not my work."

Everyone was in an uproar, daring to make such a big gamble, how confident are you in your own literary talent?
Kong Wenqing woke up quietly, just heard Xu Shoujing's declaration, his wrinkled hands trembled, and he couldn't get it right.

Ranxi stood aside, her eyes sparkling, she felt inexplicably, maybe Xu Shoujing is such a person with such a peerless literary talent?

"It's a deal!" Qiu Shilian sneered, without any plans to save face, he thought about it, and said:

"You and I are both practitioners, so the title is 'Dao'."

Xu Shoujing nodded in response, and began to think.

If you simply need to use the theme of "Tao", then just throw out the Taoist sentence.

But the problem is that it is required to be at the same level as "Qingping Diao"... It's okay to let Xu Shoujing memorize it, but it is really difficult for him to evaluate the level of these ancient poems.

After thinking about it for a long time, Xu Shoujing finally decided to continue to use Shixian's own verses.

After brewing for a while, he said:

"Golden bottle of sake fights for ten thousand, jade plate is ashamed and worth ten thousand dollars... There are many different roads, where are you today? There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the sails will hang on the clouds to help the sea."

"Boom-"

Someone's feet were soft and he sat on his stool as if he had fallen over.

All the talented people who were clamoring for Xu Shoujing to prove themselves just now were speechless in astonishment.

Longyuan Pavilion fell into an unprecedented quiet.

After a while, Qiu Shilian blushed and said angrily, "This is Dao?"

Xu Shoujing smiled indifferently: "This is 'difficulty in seeking the Tao'."

After a pause, he added: "If you feel dissatisfied, you can ask another question."

Everyone in the hall slowly regained their senses, and before they had time to savor the "difficulty in seeking the truth" just now, they heard Xu Shoujing let out another question, and immediately raised their spirits.

Qiu Shilian's eyes were erratic, his eyes stopped on the sword in his hand, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay, let's take the 'swordsman' as the title."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone who thought Xu Shoujing was a sudden inspiration couldn't help but feel lucky.

No matter one song or two, even if there is a third song, you have to think about it for a while, right?
No matter how powerful a great poet is, he can't even think about three sentences in a row, right?
Thinking of this, including Qiu Shilian, people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But they didn't feel at ease for a long time when they heard Xu Shoujing say with a smile without any pause:
"Kill one person in ten steps, and leave nowhere for a thousand miles. Go away and hide your name and name."

Every time he said a word, Qiu Shilian's face darkened, puzzled, frightened, annoyed... All kinds of emotions rose on his face, and the people nearby felt his depression and dared not touch his bad head. The words touting "the great poet Xu" came to his lips.

Seeing that this product was on the verge of collapse, Xu Shoujing closed it as soon as he saw it, and planned to end with the last poem:

"I'll send you another half-quee, and you listen carefully-"

Glancing at the star-eyed lady of the official family below the stage, he took a deep breath, "It's too expensive to be free, Longxiang and Fengzhuo are unstoppable. Three thousand guests are drunk in the hall, and fourteen with a sword. State."

With a "bang", Qiu Shilian leaned back, his blood was surging, his face was as pale as paper, like a defeated rooster fell to the ground, but no one cared about him.

Everyone looked at the elegant young man who said the famous sentence on the high platform, as if he was a god.

The beautiful woman blushed and admired her heart; the talented man looked envious, but couldn't get jealous.

Kong Wenqing had never seen so many masterpieces at one time in his life, and his face was flushed with excitement.

Qiu Shangyun in the crowd was also excited, as if he felt the same way about Xu Shoujing's praise, and was extremely satisfied with his decision... Xu Shoujing, who was familiar with him on stage, was already thinking about how to fix him.

Only Ranxi, who was standing beside Xu Shoujing, did not look as excited as they were, but was very calm.

She gently hooked her forehead hair behind her ears, her delicate face covered with hibiscus, and her face was slightly red, like a faint red ink rippling.

A pair of water-cut pupils seemed to contain a clear spring, reflecting the unhurried young man in black, with red lips twitching, not knowing what he was thinking.

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　See you tomorrow... I'm in a bit of a bad state, this plot is poorly written, and I really don't like writing essays... I won't write this a second time.

　　
　
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