I’m Marquis in Great Tang

Qianxue looked around everyone and slowly said: “The first test of the little girl is to hope you will compose a poem. The subject of this poem is a frontier poem. The little girl has always longed for the frontier fortress. Lonely smoke in the desert, yearning for his colleagues in the frontier fortress to fight, wishing that he was a man, could go to the frontier fortress to kill the enemy, and open up the territory for my Great Tang.”

“So the test of this first test is Chanting a poem. Anything related to frontier fortresses is fine. If you have a masterpiece, you can stand up and recite aloud.”

“So, compete with each other.”

” All of you present here are literati scholars, talented and talented people. In full view, which is better and worse, it is expected to be an obvious at a glance, and you will be able to judge a masterpiece.”

Qianxue’s mouth corner With a faint smile, he leaned forward and said, “Little girl, waiting for a masterpiece!”

At this time, there were discussions in the hall.

It’s all in quiet discussion.

Many people also use their brains quickly, hoping that they can chant a poem, and do not ask to win, at least they can show themselves and show their face in front of everyone, that’s not bad.

Cheng Chumo now has hope. After listening to Qianxue’s words, he scratched his head and looked towards Du Qi, the impatient said: “Erlang, I have never read poetry. I’m even less good at things. The first test is up to you.”

Du Qi said: “It’s okay, look at me.”

Immediately, Du Qi asked the attendants Bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After thinking for a while, he spread out the paper on the desk and dipped the ink in the pen.

“Coming to the Army”

Qinghai Changyun dark Snow Mountain, the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

Huangsha wears golden armor in battles, and will not return it if it doesn’t break Loulan.

A Wang Changling’s “Joining the Army” was quickly completed from Du Qi’s pen. This song “Cong Jun Xing” is not only catchy to read, imposing manner is sonorous and powerful, but also full of unrelenting ambitions.

A poem is full of boldness.

After Du Qi finished writing, he dried his pen and ink and handed it to Cheng Chumo, instructed: “It’s just now, you don’t need to rush to come forward. Let the people below take action first and see the situation. Since Wei Shuyu wants to participate, he will definitely not be able to sit still. When Wei Shuyu is off, you can read it out. This poem is guaranteed to win!”

Cheng Chumo doesn’t like poetry, but Also literate.

He read it again, and he also felt that this song “Joining the Army” was very heroic and even more grandiose. Although he doesn’t understand, he also roughly understands the value of this poem, frowned: “Erlang, it’s just you. This poem is a quatrain from the ages. Let me read it out. I took advantage of it, which is a bit wrong. “

Du Qi chuckled and shook his head, and said: “I said it to you, and I will give it to you. Since I have decided to help you, I will not break my promise. Even more how, just a name, not worth mentioning. “

Cheng Chumo was moved when he heard this.

He solemnly nodded and said: “Erlang, good brother, Elder Brother. I’m a dull person. I’m not good at words, so I won’t say much. In short, I need Elder Brother’s place, although Say. Whether it’s the wind or the rain, or go through water and tread on fire, I will go there.”

Du Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth.

This sentence is what I want.

Become friends with people like Cheng Chumo. Although the other person is thick and thin on the outside, they are extremely chicken thieves, but such people are safe and don’t stabbed in the back. Therefore, Du Qi helped Cheng Chumo regardless of the cost.

At this time, someone in the lobby began to write poems.

After one person came out, another person came out.

A poem suppresses a poem.

Continuously delete and select old poems, and in the end the strongest is left.

Du Qi listened to the people below each come up with excellent works, but in Du Qi’s view, they are all the stuff of playing the yú to make up the numbers, not worth mentioning. These people are just showing their faces, impossible and Qianxue’s favor.

At this moment, Wei Shuyu took over.

He was tall and slender, stood up, and his appearance was outstanding, suddenly he felt a crane in a flock of chickens. There were originally discussions around, but after Wei Shuyu stood up, they were all silent.

One scholar, frowned, because Wei Shuyu was an early fame and a talented person. Because I was worried that Wei Shuyu would come up with great works when he spoke.

Wei Shuyu has a smile on his face, said with a slight smile: “We have seen Young Lady Qianxue in Wei Shuyu.”

Qianxue replied: “Wei Noble Son is polite.”

Wei Shuyu said: “There is also a poem below, please Young Lady Qianxue to comment.”

Qianxuedao: “Wei Noble Son, please!”

Wei Shuyu strode out, instead of standing in the same place, he walked to the center, facing the crowd, and said loudly: “This poem here is called “Returning from the Throat”, listen up!”

The general returned to Hu Yingkong, and he went straight down Yuguandong.

Three thousand horses are spurred, and the setting sun is in the autumn grass of the plain.

Wei Shuyu’s voice was deep and loud, and when he spoke, he said a poem he had just made.

This is his “Returning from the Frontier”

Wei Shuyu believes that this poem is full of spirituality, and it perfectly shows the scene of the triumphant return of the army in the frontier fortress. With a proud expression on his face, he said: “Trifling is a clumsy work, please Young Lady Qianxue’s comment.”

Qianxue smiled and said: “This poem is indeed true and can be called a masterpiece. . Compared with the previous verse, it is more heroic and spirituality.”

Wei Shuyu said: “Young Lady Qianxue is overpraised.”

He looked around, a pair of He looked confident, because in his opinion, he was surrounded by scum.

His verses will definitely be the best.

Everyone was talking about it, but at this time, no one stood up. Because this poem by Wei Shuyu is truly a masterpiece, it is beyond comparison.

In the elegant room where Li Shimin is.

Li Shimin heard Wei Shuyu’s verse clearly. He stroked his beard under his jaw and sighed: “There are so many poems before, including this one by Wei Shuyu. It is indeed only this poem. Good. Wei Shuyu, who deserves to be Wei Zheng’s son, has a family history, and he is outstanding.”

Du Ruhui suddenly frowned and said: “If there is no other young talent, I’m afraid this first test will be Wei Shuyu. It’s going to win. With this initial victory and Wei Shuyu’s background, if no one can stop it, I’m afraid it will be Wei Shuyu.”

Zhangsun Wuji echoed: “Wei Shuyu here. He is the son of Wei Zheng. Let Qianxue follow him, I am afraid, it will not have any effect and is of little significance. After all, it is almost difficult to win Wei Shuyu. Even if it is influenced by Qianxue, I am afraid that the influence is not great “

Fang Xuanling lightly said with a smile “Fang Xuanling lightly said with a smile: “The people around you, the pillow wind, the impact is not you and I have the final say, it depends on Qianxue. We should actually believe in Qianxue. If we fail, that’s all However, if we can instigate Wei Shuyu against Wei Shuyu, or even bury a chess piece in Wei Zheng’s house, that would be great.”

“That’s true!”

Li Shimin nodded. go along.

He chatted with a few people, all talking about poetry.

The discussion in the lobby is still one after another, chanting Wei Shuyu’s verses one by one. Many people’s faces showed desperate expressions, because Wei Shuyu’s talent was beyond their comparison, and they simply couldn’t win.

Du Qi saw a scene in the lobby.

In Du Qi’s plan, I hope Cheng Chumo will be the finale, so he has been pressing Cheng Chumo. After observing it now, no one has come forward. Du Qi instructed: “Brother Cheng, you can read your poems. Wei Shuyu arrogant and despotic, now is the best time to suppress his limelight.”

“Okay!”

Cheng Chumo has long been waiting for this sentence.

His face was filled with joy, and he looked at the verse on the paper carefully, and he was sure that he had already memorized it. Cheng Chumo stood up directly, walked to the second floor, put his hands on the stairs, poked his head out and looked down, indifferently said: “Wei Shuyu is a poem, not worth mentioning. Under Cheng Chumo, there is a poem.”

“hahaha…”

Wei Shuyu burst out laughing when he heard this.

The laughter is full of contempt.

In the laughter, there is no disdain.

Wei Shuyu, as Wei Zheng’s son, has been in Cháng’ān and learned about Cheng Chumo. Cheng Chumo is the son of Cheng Yaojin. He doesn’t know a few big characters, just a rough man.

For people like Cheng Chumo, if he can make a good poem, he would not believe it.

Cheng Chumo said: “Wei Shuyu, what are you laughing at?”

Wei Shuyu said: “I laughed at you Cheng Chumo, a dude, who doesn’t read poetry or research Poetry. For someone like you, it is impossible to make a decent verse.”

Cheng Chumo said: “Dog eyes look down on people.”

paused, Cheng Chumo said “Wei Shuyu, in front of so many people today, This Noble Son is not with you lower oneself to somebody’s level. However, what This Noble Son should say is that your Wei Shuyu verses are just shit. , The smell is inaudible.”

Wei Shuyu gritted his teeth, angry.

If he knew martial arts, he would have dealt with Cheng Chumo long ago. It’s just that his martial arts are so ordinary that he can’t shoot, so Wei Shuyu said solemnly: “Okay, what a sharp-tongued Cheng Chumo. You have a poem, take it out, and let us have fun.”

There was still contempt in his tone.

Just look down on Cheng Chumo.