I'm so hard

Chapter 20 Additional Bureau
With excitement on his face, Zhao Yan walked to the desk behind him and splashed ink.

Immediately, people around all probed over, and even read out unconsciously.

"Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column thinks about Huanian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of a butterfly, and Wang Dichun cares for the cuckoo.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea, and the blue sky is warm and the jade smokes.

This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time. "

After finishing writing, Zhao Yan handsomely threw the brush aside, turned to look at Jin Renjun, and asked, "How about this poem?"

Zhao Yan didn't believe it. There are poems written by Se that can compare with Li Shangyin's.

Fortunately, in this era, there are no big men like Li Bai and Li Shangyin, otherwise Zhao Yan would not be able to perform so well.

dumbfounded.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Mouth is muttering the poem just now.

Even those who are not good at writing poetry know what good poetry is.

God made.

Amazing work.

Enough to spread the poems through the ages.

This poem is not only unique in terms of rhythm and imagery, but also has a hazy beauty on the philosophical level.

This kind of artistic conception can only be felt, not expressed in words.

Even if all the literati and bureaucrats of the Jixian Academy of the Great Zhou Dynasty came to write, they might not be able to write such a masterpiece.

"Okay, okay, it's good to say that there are tears in the moonlight in the sea, and smoke in the blue sky. This poem can be passed down through the ages! I, Shangguan Yuntun, is the number one poet in Changdan City. I don't deserve to be a bookboy for him!" Shangguan Yuntun Muttered, completely overwhelmed by this poem.

I... I am willing to exchange my ten years of life, no, twenty years of my life for the ability to compose such a poem! Duan Xu, a poet idiot, has bright eyes. He thinks he has read countless poems, but only a few can compare with this one.

"Looking at the age of this young man, he is definitely not 20 years old. It is my great fortune to be able to write such a beautiful sentence at such a young age!"

"This poem is truly unprecedented, and its artistic conception is like the work of a sage!"

……

As long as you are not a fool, you can feel that Zhao Yan's poem is much better than the Korean one.

Lu Nianwei also had a look of astonishment, she didn't expect such a poem to be published tonight.

Within three days, this poem will surely spread throughout the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At this time, it was Jin Renjun's turn to be depressed.

Although the four of them have prepared a large number of fine poems, it is simply impossible to defeat those two lines "Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, Wangdi Chunxin entrusted cuckoos. The moon and pearls in the sea have tears, and the blue sky and sun are warm and jade produces smoke."

"It must have been fooled." Jin Renjun murmured in his heart, thinking again.

At the end of half a quarter of an hour, Jin Renjun let out a long breath and said, "You guys have won this round, but I refuse to accept it, and I want to challenge again."

The most interesting part of Qushui Liushang is this. If the loser refuses to accept it, he can propose a second challenge, but the challenge can only be done once. Not only does he need to take out the same amount of money as the water table, but he also needs to drink a second time.

This is the power of money.

"Yes." Lu Nianwei said excitedly.

A Korean man put 1000 taels of gold in the center of the water platform.

At this moment, with the 1000 taels paid by Lu Nianwei in advance for Zhao Yan, there are already 3000 taels in the water table. This is also the biggest game since Wanbao Building held Qushui Liushang.

As soon as Lu Nianwei waved her hand, the hundred cups of white wine in the water table were filled again, and there was one gold grain in it.

As usual, the challenger had to drink alone, but today's fight was a group battle, so everyone didn't care about it, and it was no problem for all four of them to go up and drink.

Immediately, the four of Jin Renjun began to drink wildly, one cup after another.

ten cups.

Twenty cups.

fifty cups.

Seventy cups.

I have to say that the Koreans didn’t read the almanac when they went out today, and their luck was particularly bad. They only drank gold grains when they drank a full 93 cups.

At this moment, the four of them were a little drunk.

Lu Nianwei said loudly: "Now, Mr. Jin will come up with the question!"

Still full of confidence, Jin Renjun held his wine glass and said, "In this round, we will write a poem with the theme of war."

war?

Hearing these two words, scholars in Dazhou felt a little bit like cursing their mothers.

This is the shortcoming of all the scholars in Dazhou. They have never even been to the border, let alone the battlefield.

And the amount of knowledge they reserve is almost none related to war.

Jin Renjun had a smile on his face. He had thought about this topic a long time ago, and he had already prepared the poems.

In this game, he has full confidence.

He planned to let the people of Dazhou write it first, and after writing it, Gao Li would instantly kill it.

Only in this way can others see the huge gap between the two countries and insult Da Zhou even more.

And after he returned to Korea, he could also get more praise.

In the second game, the contestants in Dazhou became more cautious.

Although Duan Xu, a poet idiot, is proficient in rhythm, he is only good at expressing emotions in content, and can't write about war at all.

As for Kong Ze, he is best at romance, never thought that the theme of this round would be war.

Zhao Yan was also thinking hard, searching his inventory.

At this moment, Xiao Zijie stood up, and stood up arrogantly.

With his chest upright and full of momentum, he took a pen and started to write after glancing at the Koreans disdainfully, and read as he wrote.

"Our country has many soldiers, and all of them are strong.

One can fight three, protect the country and protect the people.

Foreign enemies came to invade and occupy it, and smashed it to pieces. "

After reading it, he looked confident, and said beautifully: "This poem is straight from the heart, easy to understand, and it has its own school. Does anyone in Korea dare to compare it?"

The onlookers below all looked embarrassed, and they clearly said: This person can never represent my Da Zhou's poetry level.

Let Xiao Zijie represent the lowest level of poetry in Dazhou, and scholars in Dazhou are not willing.

If there is no accident, this poem will also spread throughout Dazhou tomorrow, but it can only be used as a negative teaching material.

Suddenly, the originally tense situation suddenly became funny and funny.

Many people are suppressing a smile.

If Zhao Yan didn't think that laughing would be a bit of a loser, he would have laughed out loud.

He knew that Xiao Zijie's poetry was poor, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. It's obviously a catchphrase!
If you choose the worst poem of this year's Great Week, this one will definitely top the list, and the only one that can beat this one is probably Xiao Zijie's re-created poem.

What is even more puzzling is that this guy still feels good about himself. Xiao Jingye's father is simply unqualified. If he supervises his son's studies a little bit, the latter will not be so bad.

Kong Ze on the side subconsciously moved his body, and he also felt that it was too shameful.

If this poem reaches Wen Xiang's ears, Xiao Zijie will inevitably be beaten up.

"Hahahaha... Good poems, good poems, really at the level of Da Zhou, Da Zhou should have a few more great poets like Young Master Xiao!" Jin Renjun said with a big laugh, his eyes full of sarcasm.

At this moment, Zhao Yan stood up with a smile on his face.

He thought of another poem, a famous poem that could absolutely crush everyone present.

(End of this chapter)