The most famous parallel essay, especially the one that expressed his ambition, was the Epigraph of My Shack.
It was the most famous parallel essay.
It met Qianxue's requirements.
Du Qi dipped the brush in the ink and quickly wrote.
Epigraph of My Shack.
A mountain is famous not because of its height, but because of its presence. Water is not because of its depth, but because of its presence. It is a humble room, but because of its virtue. The moss is green, and the grass is blue. There are scholars who talk and laugh, and no one is an amateur. You can play the zither and read the golden scriptures. There is no music to the ears, and no hard work to the table. Zhuge Hut in Nanyang, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion. Confucius said: What is humble?
After finishing the Epigraph of My Shack, Du Qi rubbed his wrist and said, "Brother Cheng, I'll give you this essay as well. This essay is enough to guarantee your victory. "
Cheng Chumo took it and read it carefully. He did not think it was that amazing.
But he believed in Du Qi.
When no one spoke, Cheng Chumo stood up. He was still on the second floor overlooking the crowd. His eyes swept over everyone present, and his face was brimming with a bright smile. He said, "Everyone, I have just written an article. Please comment on it."
He paused for a moment after he finished speaking.
Wei Shuyu snorted and said discontentedly, "Cheng Chumo, when it comes to frontier poems. Your poem just now is indeed the best among all of us. But don't be too arrogant. It's a parallel essay this time. "
The rest of the people echoed.
After all, many people did not want Cheng Chumo to do well, and they did not want him to win again.
Qianxue looked expectant. She said softly, "I wonder what kind of masterpiece Master Cheng will come up with this time. I'm looking forward to it. Master Cheng, please! "
Cheng Chumo said, "I'm sorry."
"This essay is called the Epigraph of My Shack."
"A mountain is famous not because of its height, but because of its presence. Water is not because of its depth, but because of its presence. It is a humble room, but because of its virtue. "
The first three sentences had already set the tone.
Wei Shuyu's expression changed greatly.
He was a learned person. When he heard the opening of the Epigraph of My Shack, he was shocked. That was because this kind of article seemed simple, but from its simplicity, it revealed an unusual meaning. From the very beginning, his aura had been flowing downwards. Even though his sentences were simple, they were full of wit, causing people to be full of praise for him.
Wei Shuyu raised his head to look at Cheng Chumo and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Originally, he had some doubts about Cheng Chumo, but at this moment, Wei Shuyu's face revealed a lonely expression.
If it was said that Cheng Chumo had plucked the song "Join the Army" from somewhere, then it would be hard to say where it came from.
Then what about the Epigraph of My Shack?
He couldn't possibly have copied it.
When the others heard this, they all fell silent, but when they looked at Cheng Chumo, they all gasped in admiration.
Qianxue's eyes flickered, and she was pleasantly surprised.
She did not expect the opening of Cheng Chumo's Epigraph of My Shack to be so brilliant. When she looked at Cheng Chumo, her eyes were also filled with respect.
Cheng Chumo swept his gaze over the crowd and saw that they all had looks of admiration on their faces. He felt very proud of himself.
It felt so good.
He continued to read.
"The moss is green on the upper step, and the grass is green in the curtain. There are great scholars talking and laughing, and no one is an amateur. You can play the zither and read the golden scriptures. There is no music to the ears, and no hard work to the table. Zhuge Hut in Nanyang, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion. Confucius once said, 'What is ugly?' "
The Epigraph of My Shack did not have many words, but such a short length had a long charm, which also showed that Cheng Chumo did not care about fame and wealth, and his ambition was noble and pure.
Wei Shuyu's cheeks twitched.
He felt that he did not understand Cheng Chumo, because he knew that Cheng Chumo was greedy and vulgar, and did not understand literature or poetry. Reading was equivalent to dozing off. But this article was written by Cheng Chumo from memory, which puzzled him.
Was Cheng Chumo a noble and pure person?
Was Cheng Chumo a person who could endure loneliness?
Was Cheng Chumo a person who liked to read?
When Wei Shuyu thought of this scene, she felt uncomfortable. But the problem was that the article written by Cheng Chumo, with Wei Shuyu's memory, did not exist in this world, so it could not have been copied.
"Wonderful, it's really wonderful!"
Although Wei Shuyu lost, he clapped his hands awkwardly and praised.
That was all he could do.
At least, he could save his dignity.
After muttering to herself, Qianxue also praised, "Young Master Cheng is noble and pure. The Epigraph of My Shack shows Young Master Cheng's ambition in life. I'm impressed. "
Now, she believed Cheng Chumo.
After all, Cheng Chumo's previous frontier poem might have been faked, but such an essay could not be faked. Therefore, when Qianxue looked at Cheng Chumo now, she also felt that she had misunderstood Cheng Chumo. She should not treat Cheng Chumo with the eyes of the common people.
The rest of the people echoed her.
This Epigraph of My Shack was really beyond everyone's ability, and no one could compare with it. So, under such a premise, even if they were dissatisfied with Cheng Chumo's showing off, they admired his ability.
Cheng Chumo was overjoyed.
This feeling of being revered was simply too good. It was simply more comfortable than the wedding night.
After Cheng Chumo sat down, he looked at Du Qi and couldn't help but say, "Erlang, you're really amazing. I didn't think this article was so good. But they're actually praising it so much. "
Du Qi said, "You don't know parallel prose and don't read poetry, so you don't understand. Brother Cheng, with this article of yours, I'm afraid no one will dare to show up. You've won this round again. "
Cheng Chumo said, "I hope so. After all, the final candidate hasn't been decided yet. We'll know in a while."
As the two chatted, Cheng Chumo's heart was filled with joy, while Du Qi was indifferent. For him, it was nothing more than disgusting Wei Shuyu and not letting him show off.
Du Qi was happy, but in the private room, Du Ruhui's face was slightly dark. Because Du Qi's Epigraph of My Shack was another classic article, but it became the article that made Cheng Chumo famous, which made him very angry.
This unfilial son was really a prodigal son.
If he published Army Marching and Epigraph of My Shack, it would be amazing, but now he gave them to Cheng Chumo.
If he wasn't a prodigal son, then what was?
Du Ruhui was ready to teach Du Qi a lesson when he returned home.
But Li Shimin sighed with emotion, "Oh, Keming, Du Erlang has a gully in his heart, he is not a simple man. It's a great blessing for your Du family to have such a son. Alas, when I return to the prince's mansion, I'll imitate your teaching method and teach those good-for-nothings a lesson, so that they can learn from Erlang. "
Zhangsun Wuji was amazed by Du Qi's wisdom. As a father, he also had a look of approval as he said, "Your Highness is right. After I recover today, I will definitely teach those good-for-nothings a lesson."
"Me too!"
Fang Xuanling echoed again.
Outsiders thought that Cheng Chumo had written a classic article, but they knew that it was Du Qi's article. The more outstanding Du Qi's performance was, the more Li Shimin and the others approved of Du Ruhui's teaching method.
He had to be beaten!
He had to be beaten hard!
No beating, no talent!
No beating, no obedience!
Du Ruhui listened to everyone's praise and felt proud, with a faint smile on his face. But the problem was that he felt that it was a pity to give Army Marching and Epigraph of My Shack to Cheng Chumo.
Du Qi, this brat, was asking for a beating.
In the hall, Wei Shuyu suddenly said, "Young Master Cheng's article is a classic. I just saw Young Master Cheng write it down and read it aloud. Can I have a look? "
"No problem!"
Cheng Chumo answered directly.
He did not look at Du Qi's article. Instead, he took Du Qi's manuscript and turned to go downstairs. Cheng Chumo was a little arrogant now, with a complacent look on his face.
Du Qi suddenly frowned.
Because Cheng Chumo went downstairs directly just now, he could not stop him even if he wanted to. Especially now, even if Du Qi wanted to stop him, Cheng Chumo's speed was too fast, and he had already reached the lobby on the ground floor.
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