I'm so hard

Chapter 19
Jin Renjun showed a confident smile, looked around again, and suddenly pointed to Gu Se, who was hugged by a singer not far away, and said, "Let's use this Se as the title and write a poem!"

Shangguan Yuntun and others all frowned.

The scholars of Goryeo were the most adept at slanting their swords, and they almost regarded poetry creation as a kind of earning business.

There are specialized poets who have been specially trained to recite a large number of poems and prose since they were young, and then create templates one by one. They can incorporate any words, sentences, and any topics. Although it is difficult to produce high-quality goods, the overall quality is high. .

Scholars in Dazhou all pursue writing from the heart, sometimes they can’t hold back a single song in half a month, sometimes they write several poems in one night, and the quality is excellent.

The thur is an uncommon musical instrument, and it is not easy to write about it as the theme.

As soon as the topic came out, the audience fell silent.

vomit... vomit... vomit...

At this moment, Shangguan Yuntun suddenly retched, and then only heard a sound of "哕", he vomited out all the wine he had just drank.

According to the rules, anyone who spits out wine or leaves five meters away from the water platform will be counted as a loser.

Lu Nianwei at the side said loudly: "Shangguan Yuntun, out!"

"Ugh!"

Everyone around sighed, who would have thought that the number one talent in Changzhou would be so incapable of drinking, that he couldn't hold on after drinking two cups.

At this time, Jin Renjun said in a strange way: "You Da Zhou have always respected nine and regarded nine as the number of days. Now that the competition has not started, one person has been eliminated. Are you considering adding another person? Could it be that you Da Zhou really don't have a chance?" money?"

There is an unwritten rule in Qushui Liushang. After someone is eliminated, if someone wants to enter the game, he must provide the same money as the organizer.

In other words, if someone adds another 1000 taels of gold to the water platform, they can participate in the Qushui Liushang.

Jin Renjun had already made preparations. The four people he led were the strongest poets of the younger generation in Goryeo, and they had specially studied the poetry styles of Shangguan Yuntun and others.

In this game, he not only wants to prove that Da Zhou's poems are not as good as Goryeo's, but also earn money from Da Zhou's people and make Da Zhou lose face.

As soon as Jin Renjun said this, there was no sound below.

1000 taels is not a small amount, even Xiao Zijie and Kong Ze can't get it out, unless some very rich son is willing to pay the money.

"It turns out that the rumors are true, because of the war, your Da Zhou is so poor that you can't even get 1000 taels of gold!" Jin Renjun mocked.

The scholars of the Great Zhou lowered their heads, if one of them didn't come out and took out 1000 taels of gold, then the sign of the Great Zhou's prosperity and prosperity would be completely smashed!

Just when Xiao Zijie was about to speak, and when he was about to take out the borrowed money, Lu Nianwei suddenly spoke.

He smiled sweetly and said, "My lords, I know a lord who comes from a wealthy family and has an outstanding literary talent. He will definitely be able to give out 1000 taels of gold, and he is among us."

After finishing speaking, Lu Nianwei looked directly at Zhao Yan in the crowd.

Among the crowd, Zhao Yan's appearance and temperament were too unusual.

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Zhao Yan looked embarrassed, unexpectedly Lu Nianwei dug a hole for herself suddenly.

His poetry writing level is probably not as good as Xiao Zijie's, and entering the game is tantamount to death.

Lu Nianwei smiled charmingly at Zhao Yan and said, "My lord, if you haven't brought enough bank notes today, our store can pay in advance, and you can issue an IOU later."

From what he said, it was as if the two had a great friendship.

Only Zhao Yan knew that Lu Nianwei obviously wanted to avenge the 100 taels of silver note!
Before Zhao Yan took a step, he was pushed to the side of the water platform by a group of people behind him.

Hei Wa behind him didn't move, he thought that Zhao Yangui would know everything as the emperor, and this time he came to rescue Da Zhou.

And Shen Tuyi, who was outside the crowd, also thought the same way, and he was very excited, thinking that this anecdote about himself and the emperor going out of the palace might still be used as a talking point by storytellers and passed on for generations.

Zhao Yan had no choice but to sit down first.

At this moment, a Korean man suddenly stood up and said, "Come on poetry!"

Immediately, he came to the desk beside him and began to write vigorously.

Immediately afterwards, another Korean stood up and began to write poems.

On the other hand, on Da Zhou's side, Duan Xu, a poetic idiot, had a serious face, still brewing in his heart.

Xiao Zijie and Kong Ze frowned, obviously searching their brains, while the eight-year-old boy looked relaxed, because he knew only a few words, not to mention poetry, he couldn't even write a pair. come out.

But at this moment, the attention of the people of Da Zhou was on Zhao Yan.

The person who can make Lu Nianwei fancy must be extraordinary.

Zhao Yan squinted his eyes slightly, seemingly calm, but in fact he was flustered, thinking about which poems related to "Se" he had memorized when he was studying.

Let him compose a song now, he can only guarantee that the number of words in each sentence is the same, and he can't guarantee anything else.

In the blink of an eye, the two Koreans finished writing. After comparing the two, a Korean coughed dryly and said, "My poem has been completed. Now I will read it to you."

It is a common practice in the game of Qushui Liushang that the first to become a poem is the first to recite his poems.

After his recitation, it is equivalent to setting up a benchmark. If the latter feels that his poems are not as good as his, he will not write at all.

After his recitation, if other people can't write poems within half a quarter of an hour, or if the poems are not as good as his after being judged by the surroundings, then he will be the champion of the game.

"Who's playing in front of the water, the spring sleeves are easy to lose lovesickness. Once the cardamom didn't know the string, but now the lovesickness is late."

After reading this poem, everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

great poem!great poem!
Great poem on topic!
No matter in terms of rhythm, rhyme, artistic conception, diction, etc., this poem can be regarded as a top-level work.

Duan Xu, a poet fanatic, suddenly beat his chest and stomped his feet after listening to it, and shouted: "I'm not as good as it! I'm not as good as it!"

Kong Ze and Xiao Zijie's faces were also extremely ugly. Once this poem came out, the two of them had no chance of winning.

Immediately, the two looked at Zhao Yan at the same time.

This is the last straw.

Lu Nianwei also looked at Zhao Yan playfully. She was very curious about Zhao Yan, but she still couldn't figure out Zhao Yan's identity. For a while, she felt that he must have been born in a scholar-bureaucrat's family, and for a while, she felt that this person was a stock market ruffian. gas.

The three of them looked at Zhao Yan and naturally attracted everyone's attention.

In Zhao Yan's heart, there was regret. In this dynasty without Tang poetry and Song Ci, if he could memorize all Tang poetry and Song Ci, he would not be walking sideways!

Unfortunately, he won't.

As the emperor of the Great Zhou, that is absolutely unacceptable.

Zhao Yan continued to search the inventory in his memory. He remembered that he could still recite dozens of poems.

After a while, Jin Renjun's lazy voice came: "Oh, if you win like this, it would be too boring, Miss Lu, please pay the other 1000 taels of gold in advance!"

What he said made everyone in Dazhou want to beat him up violently, but he didn't expect that in his own territory, he was bullied by a few people from a tiny place, so he couldn't resist at all.

Not angry is not a big week person!

Zhao Yan slapped his head and said excitedly, "Yes!"

(End of this chapter)