Qianxue looked around at everyone and slowly said, "The first test is that I hope you can compose a poem. The theme of this poem is a frontier poem. I have always yearned for the desert smoke of the frontier fortress, yearning to fight with my comrades in the frontier fortress. I wish I were a man so that I could go to the frontier fortress to kill the enemy and expand the territory of the Tang dynasty. "
"Therefore, the first test is to compose a poem. As long as it is related to the frontier fortress, you can do it. If you have a good work, you can stand up and recite it loudly. "
"In this way, you can compete with each other."
"Everyone present here is an elegant scholar, a person of talent and learning. Under the eyes of everyone, it is clear who is better and who is worse. You can definitely judge a good work. "
Qianxue smiled faintly and bowed. "I am looking forward to a good work!"
At this time, there were discussions in the hall.
They were all whispering.
Many people were also thinking quickly, hoping that they could compose a poem. They did not expect to win, but at least they could stand out and show their faces in front of everyone. That would be good enough.
Cheng Chumo now had hope. After hearing Qianxue's words, he scratched his head and looked at Du Qi. He could not wait to say, "Erlang, I have never read poetry. I am not good at reciting poems and composing poems. I have to rely on you for the first test. "
Du Qi said, "It's okay. Watch me."
Immediately, Du Qi asked the attendant to bring a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. After thinking for a while, he spread out the paper on the table and dipped the brush in the ink.
"Join the Army"
Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, Gu Cheng looks at Yumen Pass.
Yellow sand wears golden armor after a hundred battles, Lou Lan will not return until it is broken.
Wang Changling's "Join the Army" was quickly written by Du Qi. Not only was the song "Joining the Army" catchy and powerful, but it was also filled with an indomitable will to move forward.
This poem was full of spirit.
After Du Qi finished writing, he dried the brush and ink and handed it to Cheng Chumo. He said, "It has just begun. You don't have to rush to show up. Let the people below make the first move and observe the situation. Since Wei Shuyu wanted to participate, he definitely could not sit still. After Wei Shuyu leaves the stage, you can just read it out loud. With this poem, I guarantee that you will win! "
Cheng Chumo did not like poetry, but he could read.
After reading it once, he also felt that this "Joining the Army" was very heroic, and even more so grand and magnificent. Although he didn't understand, he roughly understood the value of this poem. He frowned and said, "Erlang, why don't you do it? This poem can be said to be the best of all time. If I were to read it out, I would be taking advantage of it. This is somewhat inappropriate. "
Du Qi chuckled and shook his head. "I said I'll give it to you, so I'll give it to you. Since I've decided to help you, I won't go back on my words. Moreover, it's just an empty reputation. It's not worth mentioning. "
Hearing this, Cheng Chumo was touched.
He nodded solemnly and said, "Erlang, good brother. I'm a wooden person and not good with words, so I won't say much. In short, if you need her brother's help, just let me know. Whether it's in the wind or in the rain, or through water and treading on fire, I will do it. "
Du Qi's mouth hooked up into a smile.
This was what he wanted.
To be friends with a person like Cheng Chumo, although the other party was rough on the outside and extremely cunning on the inside, but such a person would be safe and would not stab you in the back. Therefore, Du Qi helped Cheng Chumo regardless of the cost.
At this time, people in the hall began to write poems one after another.
After one person stood out, another person came out.
One poem suppressed another poem.
Constantly deleting old poems, in the end, the one that was left was the best.
Du Qi listened to the people below each take out a masterpiece, but in Du Qi's view, they were all fishes and fakes, not worth mentioning. These people were just showing their faces, it was impossible for them to get Qianxue's favor.
At this time, Wei Shuyu stood up.
His figure was tall and slender. When he stood up, coupled with his outstanding appearance, suddenly, there was a feeling of a crane in a flock of chickens. There were still discussions around, but after Wei Shuyu stood up, they were all silent.
One by one, the scholars frowned. Because Wei Shuyu was famous early, he was a talented person. Because they were worried that Wei Shuyu would take out a masterpiece as soon as he opened his mouth.
Wei Shuyu smiled and said, "I am Wei Shuyu, greetings to Miss Qianxue."
Qianxue returned the greeting and said, "Young Master Wei is too polite."
Wei Shuyu said, "I also have a poem, please comment on it, Miss Qianxue."
Qianxue said, "Young Master Wei, please!"
Wei Shuyu walked out in large strides. He did not stand in the same spot, but walked to the center. He faced the crowd and said in a clear voice, "This poem is called 'Return from the Fortress'. Everyone, listen!"
The general returned to Hu Yingkong, the big horse went straight to the east of Yu Guan.
Raising the whip and urging the horse to three thousand, in the autumn grass of the sunset plains.
Wei Shuyu's voice was deep and loud. When he opened his mouth, he said a poem that he had just made.
This was written by him, 'Return from the fortress'.
Wei Shuyu thought that this poem was full of spirituality, it perfectly showed the scene of the army's triumphant return from the frontier fortress. He had a proud look on his face, he cupped his hands and said, "It is just a humble work, please comment on it, Miss Qianxue."
Qian Xue revealed a smile and said, "This poem is indeed a masterpiece. Compared to the previous poem, it is more heroic and more spiritual. "
Wei Shuyu said, "Miss Qianxue is too kind."
He looked around with a proud and complacent look on his face, because in his eyes, everything around him was trash.
His poem would definitely be the best.
The surrounding people were discussing, but at this time, no one stood out. Because Wei Shuyu's poem was indeed a masterpiece, it was incomparable to others.
In the elegant room where Li Shimin was.
Li Shimin clearly heard Wei Shuyu's poem, he stroked the beard under his chin, sighed and said, "There are so many previous poems, including Wei Shuyu's poem, only this poem is the best. Wei Shuyu is worthy of being Wei Zheng's son, his family has a long history, and his talent is outstanding. "
Du Ruhui frowned and said, "If there are no other young talents, I'm afraid Wei Shuyu will win this first round. With the momentum of this first victory, plus Wei Shuyu's background, if no one can stop him, I'm afraid Wei Shuyu will fall. "
Zhangsun Wuji echoed, "Wei Shuyu is Wei Zheng's son. Letting Qianxue follow him, I'm afraid it won't be of much use, it won't be meaningful. After all, to win Wei Shuyu over is almost a difficult thing. Even if Qianxue's influence is big, I'm afraid it won't be big. "
Fang Xuanling chuckled and said, "The influence of the people around you is not decided by you or me, it depends on Qianxue. We should actually believe in Qianxue. If it fails, it's fine. However, if we can instigate Wei Shuyu, or even bury a chess piece in Wei Zheng's mansion, this is also not bad. "
"That's true!"
Li Shimin nodded in agreement.
He chatted with a few people, they were all talking about the poem.
The discussion in the hall was still rising and falling, one after another, and everyone was reciting Wei Shuyu's poem. Many people's faces showed a look of despair, because Wei Shuyu's talent was incomparable to theirs, they could not win at all.
Du Qi saw the scene in the hall.
In Du Qi's plan, he hoped that Cheng Chumo would be the last to appear, so he had been suppressing Cheng Chumo. After observing for a while and seeing that no one else stood out, Du Qi instructed, "Brother Cheng, you can recite your poem now. Wei Shuyu is arrogant and despotic, now is the best time to suppress his limelight. "
"Okay!"
Cheng Chumo had been waiting for this sentence.
His face was full of joy, and he carefully looked at the poem on the paper, he was sure that he had already memorized it. Cheng Chumo stood up and walked to the side of the second floor. He put his hand on the stairs, poked his head out and looked down, and said lightly, "Wei Shuyu's poem is not worth mentioning. There's a poem at the bottom of the stairs. "
"Hahaha …"
When Wei Shuyu heard that, he immediately laughed.
His laughter was full of disdain.
His laughter was full of disdain.
As Wei Zheng's son, Wei Shuyu had always been in Chang 'an, so he understood Cheng Chumo's situation. Cheng Chumo was Cheng Yaojin's son, he did not know many words, and was just a rough person.
He did not believe that a person like Cheng Chumo could come up with a good poem.
Cheng Chumo said, "Wei Shuyu, what are you laughing at?"
Wei Shuyu said, "I'm laughing at you, Cheng Chumo, a dandy, who did not read books and did not study poetry. It's impossible for someone like you to compose a decent poem. "
Cheng Chumo said, "You're a snob."
Cheng Chumo paused and said, "Wei Shuyu, today in front of so many people, I won't lower myself to your level. But I still have to say what I have to say, your poem is a pile of dog shit, it stinks. "
Wei Shuyu gritted his teeth, he was furious.
If he knew martial arts, he would have dealt with Cheng Chumo. But his martial arts were sloppy and ordinary, he could not make a move. So Wei Shuyu said in a deep voice, "Good, what a sharp tongue Cheng Chumo. You have a poem, take it out, let us have some fun. "
His tone was still full of disdain.
He was looking down on Cheng Chumo.
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