Chen Linci didn't know that he had inadvertently caused so many peach blossom debts, in fact, as Yu Jun thought, Chen Linci had always just regarded the other party as a more familiar classmate, and he didn't have even the slightest intention for him. There may be many people who want to win Miss Yu's heart, and then get the care of the old general, and since then they have relied on the incomparably huge backer of the military, but those things are not in Chen Linci's plan.

Chen Linci's heart has never been just a small Chu country. And even in the Chu State, with the share of the disciple of the National Teacher, he didn't need to find any other backers.

On the wine table not far away, the fighting poems of Zha Tianyou and Shen Qingqiu caused a lot of sensation, and even General Yu turned his attention to it, and Chen Linci was naturally no exception.

Wang Mozhi, the descendant of the scholar from Luling County, is also a scholarly family, and is quite interested in poetry and writing, plus the scholar was a general figure in the literary world back then, relying on this, the readers of Ying Tiancheng respect him very much, he has a very good relationship with Zha Tianyou and Shen Qingqiu, and he is also very familiar with the two, so he opened his mouth and whispered to Qin Lang: " Brother Cha and Brother Shen can be called a generation of writers, but Cha Tianyou is better at writing essays, and in addition to his attainments in reciting poetry, compared with Shen Qingqiu, he is slightly inferior, so in my opinion, Shen Qingqiu has a greater chance of winning. ”

Qin Lang smiled slightly, and without saying a word, he took out fifty taels of silver tickets from his sleeve and bet on Shen Qingqiu to win.

In this regard, he has absolute confidence in Wang Mozhi, because he knows how high his little brother's attainments in culture are, that is, Wang Mozhi is learning calligraphy rather than poetry, otherwise Qin Lang absolutely believes that Shen Qingqiu and Zha Tianyou together are not comparable to a Wang Mozhi.

Someone fights poetry, naturally someone has to come up with a question, everyone here is a student in the same class as the two, naturally no one can have this qualification, so this burden naturally falls on General Yu.

Old General Yu smiled, didn't even think about it, and said: "You are all the pillars of my Chu State, and after the autumn is about to begin, you will have to go your own way, some choose your favorite sect, some will return to your own family, and some will choose to stay in Chu State to seek an official and a half-job, so today's theme will be set as an autumn word!"

Hearing that the theme set by General Yu Lao is autumn, Zha Tianyou and Shen Qingqiu will all smile, this theme is really too old, throughout the ages, countless former sages have written poems about autumn, such as the great poet Liu Mengde's "Autumn Words", Du Shaoling's "Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" and Ma Zhiyuan's "Autumn Thoughts", which have long been regarded as famous articles through the ages, and many scholars in the Confucian dojo have respected it.

Autumn represents the withering of all things, represents nostalgia and parting, and represents many, many things that can touch people's hearts, so the ancients said sad autumn, people can always touch Wensi well when they are sad, so it has always been,

Like flowers and moons, autumn appears very frequently in poetry.

Zha Tianyou thought for a while, then lifted the brush, spread the rice paper on the table, and began to compose a poem in a sprinkled manner.

Autumn sunset along the countryside road, pleasant view of the wilderness. Outside the West Mountain, the wind returns to the green water.

Four wild wheat forests, Kyushu Jin Yixian. Heaven and earth are bordered by each other, and the color separation extends alone.

After writing, Zha Tianyou took a long breath, dried the ink on the paper, and then said proudly: "After the old general set the topic, Zha Moucai thought of what it looked like when he was watching the scenery in the suburbs outside the city on an autumn evening, so it was self-defeating, and I hope you will give me some advice." ”

said that he asked everyone for advice, but the smug look on Zha Tianyou's face and tone were already very obvious to make people feel that he was just a guest.

Everyone present thought that Zha Tianyou and Shen Qingqiu had the deepest attainments in poetry and writing, Shen Qingqiu had not yet spoken, where did the others dare to really go up and point their fingers, only Old Man Yu clapped his hands and said with a kind smile: "Okay, good, sure enough, the hero is a young man, you kid is better than Cha Yong, when he is your age, he doesn't have your ability, although I am a rough man, I can also see the comfort between the lines of this little poem, especially the last sentence of the world is far away, and the color is extended alone." It reminded the old man of the twilight of the frontier in the past countless years, the end of the endless dust and sand, the place where heaven and earth converge, the colorful glow and the earth merge into one color, only a faint black line extends outward, and the side of the black line is the direction of his hometown. This poem is excellent, and it should be drunk for it!"

After that, he raised his wine glass and drank it all, and it could be seen that the old general admired and liked Zha Tianyou's poem from the bottom of his heart.

The old general raised his glass and drank with appreciation, and everyone present naturally didn't dare to disappoint the fun, so they all drank a glass with him, and Zha Tianyou heard the old general's appreciation, and he was also excited to thank him again and again, and his little face was dyed a lot.

When Qin Lang was drinking, the smile on his face was a little stiff, he just listened to Wang Mozhi's words, and bet fifty taels on Shen Qingqiu, thinking that he would make a profit and not lose money, but when he turned his face and checked Tianyou, he wrote such a small poem, and he couldn't help but be a little flustered in his heart, can Shen Qingqiu really compare him?

In the midst of all the attention, when Zha Tianyou had already taken the lead in writing poems and began to be triumphant, Shen Qingqiu was not in a hurry, not busy, not in a hurry, and only then began to grind slowly, took the brush from the hand of the shopkeeper, and slowly wrote down his works on the paper.

Unlike Zha Tianyou's sprinkled eight-sentence five-character poem, Shen Qingqiu only wrote a seven-character quatrain.

The sun is slanting in the twilight of the West Mountain, and the sad wind is accompanied by the sorrow of the leaves.

The chrysanthemum defeat is even more impressive, and the dead wood jackdaw is worried several times.

After writing, he felt as if he was not very satisfied, scratched his head, and then crossed out the word worry in the last sentence and changed it to an autumn.

During the whole process, since the first word of Shen Qingqiu fell, there was no longer a single point in the main hall of Fuyun Restaurant

Sound.

The smug smile on Zha Tianyou's face also began to slowly stiffen.

I don't know who took the lead first and began to applaud, and there was a round of applause in the Fuyun Restaurant.

The Endless Continent is respected for martial arts, but the literati and artists are also very respected, and the cultivators have a high status in the world, while the literati are wantonly swaying in the middle and ravines on paper and pen, and their status is not inferior to that of the cultivators.

If there is also a hierarchy among literati, Shen Qingqiu's attainments have at least advanced to the Heavenly Realm.

Qin Lang patted Wang Mozhi on the back, and the smile on his face finally became much more natural.

"The chrysanthemum is even more impressive, and the dead wood jackdaw is autumn several times. The chrysanthemum is even more impressive, and the dead wood jackdaw is ...... several times What a sentence of dead wood jackdaws in autumn!" General Yu tasted it for a long time, and sighed: "In just four lines of poetry, how many things in the world have been explained, now the old man I can be regarded as having opened my eyes, Your Majesty has been recuperating for decades, it is really not in vain! Your father's generation back then was also grown up by me, how many years has it been, has the cultural heritage of the young people in my Dachu country reached this realm?"

General Yu was indeed greatly shocked, sometimes the power of words, more powerful than the sword and more intimidating, General Yu in the frontier in the army for half a life, hands stained with I don't know how much enemy blood, but in fact, the iron man is often the softest, the old general's heart of the hometown is actually heavier than anyone else, whenever the West Mountain, the old general will sit outside the military tent, looking at the sunset blowing the cold wind, thinking of the old and relatives and friends of the capital.

Therefore, the first sentence in Shen Qingqiu's poem "The sun is slanting in the twilight of the West Mountain, and the bleak autumn wind is accompanied by the sorrow of the leaves." Immediately let the old general's thoughts fly, as if he had returned to the war-torn era, back to the time when he ate a big bowl of wine with the soldiers, and then squatted outside the camp tent and smoked a dry cigarette when the sun went down, and many of those old friends are now deceased, and the old general Pingli tried his best not to think about them, but after seeing these two poems, the picture was spontaneously born, and a sentimentality slowly spread from the bottom of his heart.

and then to the later sentence "The chrysanthemum defeat is even more unimpressive, and the dead wood jackdaw is autumn several times." "It is the joy and sorrow of life, and in the end only dead wood and jackdaws are left, a dead and silent color, just like today's Great Chu State, the soul of the national teacher has returned to the sea of stars, His Majesty the Emperor is dying, and those young people in the early years of Tianxi are now either gone, or have been in their last years, how can the old general not be sad in his heart?

In contrast, although Zha Tianyou's five-character poem is also very outstanding, it describes the pastoral scenery of the autumn evening vividly, which is refreshing, like a painting, but it is much less solemn and bleak, and it is not as good as Shen Qingqiu's words can mobilize people's hearts more, so compared with the two sides, the results are immediately visible.

"Everyone has no objections, right?" asked the old general, he didn't say the result directly, but everyone understood the meaning of the old general's words.

Everyone present was silent and did not speak, and their hearts were the same as what the old general thought, Zha Tianyou

Although it is outstanding, compared with Shen Qingqiu, it is still a little inferior, today's poetry competition, as Wang Mozhi expected, should be Shen Qingqiu won.

But at this moment, a shadow stood up, looked at everyone with a slight smile, and said, "I don't know if it's too late to participate in the game between Brother Tianyou and Brother Qingqiu at this time?"

The crowd followed the sound and saw the familiar face.

Ps: The first poem "Zha Tianyou" was written in my first year of junior high school, and the second poem "Shen Qingqiu" was written by me in my second year of junior high school.