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Chapter 186 Brother Beigui is a great talent, I can't wait
It's nothing more than that, there's no need to compare it at all, they have a large number of people, and if they want to find faults in Ji Chen's poems, they can find faults in Ji Chen's poems, such as mediocre faults, or rhyme faults.

But other people's poems are directly recognized by heaven and earth, so you are not qualified to comment, and you still have to pick a chicken feather.

The Confucian scholar who promised to kowtow was also pale, and at this moment he wished he could slap himself twice.

After paying homage to the poem, Xia Liyun ordered the servant girl to put the poem away.

The maid didn't dare to neglect, and carefully carried the tray down.

Zhao Qingcheng looked at the crowd and asked, "Is there anyone else who can write a better poem than this?"

The crowd was silent, just joking, who the hell can write a better poem than this, even if the Confucianism comes, I can't guarantee it!

Xia Ranran looked at Fang Jingyu and the others with a sweet smile, "Brother Fang, brother Jingyu, where are your poems? Write them down for my poor students to admire.

"I lost!" Fang Jingyu's face was gloomy, but he was straightforward. There is no need to continue to find boredom at this time.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit frozen, Xia Liyun opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere.

"Since there is no better poem than this, I declare that Ji Beigui wins this battle of poems."

A maid stepped forward, picked up the lottery on the table, and put it on Ji Chen's table.

Ji was also polite, and started to share the accounts with Xia Ranran without any scruples.

The spirit stone alone weighed forty catties, Ji Chen and Fang Jingyu each added seventeen catties, and with the others, it was more than forty catties.

Ji Chen gave Xia Ranran twenty catties, and then grabbed a handful of banknotes and put them on Xia Ranran's desk.

Xia naturally smiled.

The two put away the spirit stones and bank notes as if no one was there.

After collecting the lottery, Ji Chen looked sideways at Xia Ranran and asked, "Brother Xia, do you know what the best food in the world is?"

"Ruanfan?" Xia Tianran replied in doubt.

"No, it's whoring for nothing!"

Xia Ranran's eyes lit up, it's true, isn't he earning nothing now, including today's meal.

Fang Jingyu was so angry that his face was very ugly.

Ji Chen looked at the Confucian scholar who said he was going to kowtow.

"Is it time to fulfill the bet, brother?"

The Confucian scholar's face was pale, if he kowtowed, he would really lose face, and he would be speechless to face other scholars from then on.

"Brother Beigui, forget it, he is also talking too fast, if you don't want him to apologize, then stop kowtowing."

Some Confucian scholars came out to smooth things over, wanting to be good people with Xi Ni, to please both sides.

"Okay, then you knock for him, knock six, and I won't care about it after knocking."

Ji Chen turned back in a cold voice, for this kind of sloppy Virgin, it's right to just turn back.

In troubled times, kill your mother first, this kind of person is even more disgusting than the bad guy.

The Confucian scholar was so stunned by Ji Chen that he immediately shut up.

"If you want to bet, you have to admit defeat. If I lose today, will you let me go?"

Ji Chen looked around the crowd coldly, most people at the scene wanted to use him as a stepping stone, if he lost today, these people would step on him to become famous without hesitation.

Seeing Ji Chen's tough attitude, no one dared to speak again.

The Confucian scholar finally stood up, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"I was wrong. I didn't know that Brother Beigui was a great talent, but I was short-sighted."

As a scholar, flattering a man with gold under his knees, he was forced to kowtow in public, he no longer had the face to stay here, and before Ji Chen could speak, he got up and walked outside.

The atmosphere in the courtyard froze for a moment.

At this moment, a Confucian scholar said, "I have a question to ask Brother Bei Gui."

The Confucian scholar who spoke was one of Fang Jingyu's group.Ji Chen knew that this guy was going to mess with him again.

"Please say!"

"Your Poem is really good, but the artistic conception in this poem doesn't seem to match your age, especially at the end of the poem, it reveals a sense of helpless sadness. I'm curious, what have you experienced to be able to do such a thing."

After what he said, everyone became curious. The artistic conception of this poem did not match Ji Chen's age. If it was written by a general in his later years, it would be reasonable.

The Confucian scholar looked at Ji Chen with a smile. Poems are good poems through the ages, but after all, he picked out the faults in the artistic conception, not the faults of the poems, but the faults of Ji Chen. At his age, he shouldn't have such problems. Experience and artistic conception are.So there is a problem with the origin of this poem.

Ji Chen sneered: "Don't take your ignorance as your personality. It's better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. I was born in the frontier and grew up in the frontier. I have seen too many frontier veterans and late heroes. Rather than questioning here Time, why not take a walk in the wilderness, look, look at those dead bones who sacrificed their lives for their country and bury other countries, and look at those old heroes who, although they are late, still have a passion for serving the country."

"Although they are old, their loyalty to the country is unabated. They want to return to the battlefield, but they are unable to return to heaven. The heroes are not only those princes and nobles who live in the temple, but also these veterans who have spent their lives in the frontier."

"You keep saying that you are patriotic, but in my opinion, it is not as good as these veterans in the frontier. Talking about harming the country, and doing hard work to rejuvenate the country!"

Ji Chen's words are eloquent, especially the sentence that heroes are not only those princes and nobles living in the temples, but also these old soldiers who have spent their lives in the frontier barrens, which made all the Confucian scholars enlightened and ashamed.

"Been taught a lesson!"

The Confucian scholar was ashamed, got up and bowed to Ji Chen.

Other Confucian scholars also clasped their fists to salute Ji Chen.

"Teach me, brother Beigui's insight is beyond my reach."

Even Lin Yunhai next to him saluted Ji Chen to show that he was educated.

Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books.

Ji Chen's words convinced everyone, including Zhao Qingcheng and Xia Liyun.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Zhao Qingcheng held up the wine glass: "I offer a toast to everyone, and even more to Ji Beigui. It is worthwhile to have this eternal poem in today's gathering."

"The general is polite."

Everyone did not dare to be negligent, and raised their glasses in response.

After putting down his glass of wine, Zhao Qingcheng looked at Ji Chen curiously.

"I also like your song Hengdao Lima and Yuexia Duoyin very much, but I feel that your song Yuexia Duoyin seems incomplete. I don't know if you have any complete ones there. If so, you might as well write them down together. , let everyone pay their respects.”

"Yes, yes! Write it down together, so that everyone can pay their respects!"

All Confucian scholars also echoed.

Ji nodded: "To tell you the truth, the general and everyone, there is indeed a complete poem. When I wrote that poem, I just recited a few lines casually."

"Serve with rice paper!" Zhao Qingcheng quickly waved his hand.

Soon a maid brought rice paper and spread it on Ji Chen's table.

Ji Chen picked up the ruler, pressed it on the rice paper, dipped the pen in the ink, and started writing.

Xia Ziran and Lin Yunhai also came together again.

When Ji Chen wrote a sentence, they read it out.

Drink alone by the month
A jug of wine among the flowers,

Drinking alone without a blind date,
Toast to the bright moon,

Face each other into three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink,
The shadow disciple is with me.

With the shadow of the moon for a while,
Carpe diem must reach spring.

I sing the moon wandering,
I dance in a mess.

to commune while awake,
Finally, each scattered.

Forever relentless travel,
Phase period Miao Yunhan.

After Ji Chen finished writing, Xia Ziran finished reading.

After Ji Chen wrote the pen, the audience was silent, and everyone was once again attracted by the artistic conception of the poem and intoxicated by it.

What a poem I drink alone under the moon. The artistic conception of this poem is completely different from that of the poem just now. They are two completely different styles.

(End of this chapter)