Jiang Qiufang also stopped talking, she had lost a loved one, and she didn't want to lose another one. Blood is thicker than water, not something can be broken by some small things, although this man beat her in one day and made her ugly, but he is his own father, his mother's husband, the one who gave birth to her and raised her, how can she bear to watch him die?

Jiang Qiufang, who picked up the sword, sat in place, and Wei Shen also sat in his place, to say that the most fearful thing was undoubtedly him. If he is a foreign envoy, if he is charged with assassinating the city lord, not only will he not be able to leave the old city, but even his family and even future generations will be infamous through the ages. This also made him feel uneasy, and now he only wanted to be able to return to Dragon City safely tomorrow morning.

After Jiang Fuqing took a long breath, he tied his hair and said, "Why is the atmosphere so gloomy? Wentian, don't you know how to compose poems? Come, give everyone a poem." ”

Jiu Wentian just stood up and was about to answer, but Unexpectedly, Chief Manager Cao got up one step ahead of him and said, "Lord City Lord, Jiu Shuguan is still young and inexperienced, so let the old man do it for him." ”

If you contradict this Manager Cao at this time, then I am afraid that my future life will not be better, and the feeling of wearing small shoes is really uncomfortable.

So Jiu Wentian also said: "It is this matter, Lord City, Chief Manager Cao is knowledgeable and experienced, and the first choice for this matter is undoubtedly Lord Cao." ”

"Alas, it's better to be like this," Jiang Fuqing drank a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "There was a martial arts fight just now, let's have a literary fight now, you two each make a poem, let you see, whether this senior is powerful or this junior is powerful!"

Wei Shen seized the opportunity and said with a smile: "The seniors are greater than the juniors in terms of knowledge and experience, so the poems are also strong and magnificent." However, the younger generations are young and frivolous, and the vast earth and vast mountains and rivers are not enough to fill their stomachs, so the poem must be Top Gun. It seems that these two people have a fierce battle, and the Jiang City Lord is really a clear-eyed person. ”

Mr. Cao also smiled in his heart, and said in his heart that he finally had a chance to perform, this Jiu Wentian had only read books for ten years, how could he compare with an old civil official like him who had lived for decades? Not to mention composing poetry, I am afraid that this choice of words and sentences alone will not be able to do it in this later life.

Jiu Wentian is a little difficult, you say this poem, you will know some, but it is definitely not as powerful as this Mr. Cao, if you move out of your own pressure box treasure, then Mr. Cao will definitely lose the body, in that case, I think I will be sad in the future.

However, Jiu Wentian is a person who is going to Dragon City, at most he will stay here for another year or two, this old man has been bullying himself for ten years, and he must vent his evil anger. Thinking of this, Jiu Wentian decided, so he used the pressure box treasure to crush this old guy, so that he knew that he was not easy to mess with.

Jiang Qiufang also said a colloquial cheer to Jiu Wentian, and Jiu Wentian nodded and signaled that it was up to the little brother to kill him!

Jiang Fuqing scratched his head, and then said: "I'm a rough person, I don't know how to comment on these things, so let's pick a referee." ”

"City Lord Jiang, leave this matter to me. The man beside Wei Shen got up and said, "I am the staff officer of Lord Wei of Longcheng, and I have also studied some poetry, and I hope that the city lord of Jiang agrees." ”

Jiang Fuqing nodded and said, "Okay, since you are a civil official in Dragon City, then it must be fair and just, just for you." Zijian and Wen Tian, the two of you make poems within a stick of incense, write them on paper and publicize them to everyone, and then this staff officer will comment on them and choose the best one, how about it?"

Cao Zijian Cao said: "The villain has no objection. ”

Jiu Wentian also said: "The villain has no objection. ”

"Then let's start," Jiang Fuqing said, "Come on, light a stick of incense!"

At the moment when the incense was lit, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of the two were ready, Mr. Cao closed his eyes and meditated, and so did Jiu Wentian, but Mr. Cao was composing poems, and Jiu Wentian was turning over his own memories.

Jokes, Jiu Wentian has more than 100 poems in his mind that he remembered in his previous life, whether it is five words, seven words, lyrical narratives, or all kinds of messy poems, he knows a rough idea. One song alone is enough to make him famous, not to mention more than 100 songs, and if Mr. Cao wants to compete with him, it is really a big deal.

Half of the incense passed, and the two still didn't start writing, and at this time, Jiu Wentian had already chosen his own poems in his heart, and this Manager Cao was also smiling, and it seemed that he was also winning. However, no one will doubt that this cultural fight is designated as the winner of General Manager Cao, and even Jiang Fuqing will not believe that Jiu Wentian will win, and the only variable is Jiang Qiufang, Jiang Qiufang firmly believes that Jiu Wentian will be the final winner.

Because in Shenzhou, Jiu Wentian's poems can be said to have reached the level of a god, although she has only heard a few songs, but these few poems have made him shine in Shenzhou. As a result, Jiang Qiufang touched the handful and looked at Jiu Wentian at the same time, his eyes were full of golden stars.

After half a pillar of incense, everyone present had finished their meals, and their only thought here was to see this Wendou as an after-dinner chat. Jiang Fuqing coughed lightly and said, "The time for a stick of incense has passed, two, let's start writing." ”

Mr. Cao nodded, opened his eyes and picked up the brush and began to write, Jiu Wentian was naturally not inferior to him here, and the brushes of both of them were skillfully walking on the paper. After a while, the two put down the brush, picked up the paper and shook it in front of everyone.

The audience didn't speak, and they didn't look at these two poems very carefully, but the Longcheng staff officer was looking at them carefully, and kept nodding his head to indicate that Mr. Cao's poem was very well written. But after he saw Jiu Wentian's poems, he stopped talking, his eyes widened and he was reading Jiu Wentian's poems over and over again, and his mouth didn't seem to close.

After a long time, the staff officer raised his head and smiled, and said, "It is a blessing in my life to be able to see this poem." ”

"What?" Jiang Fuqing's interest was also aroused by his words, and said, "Zijian's poems have shocked you?"

The staff officer smiled helplessly, got up and said: "Lord Jiangcheng, General Manager Cao's poems are certainly one in a hundred excellent, but the poems of Jiu Juma are even more strange sentences through the ages. ”

Wei Shen, who didn't have any hope for Jiu Wentian, was a little surprised, and hurriedly asked, "You mean, Jiu Wentian won?"

"Exactly," said the staff officer, "there is indeed the pride of a young man in the poem of the long horse, and I am afraid that no one can compete with this poem for thousands of years." ”

Wei Shen was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then why don't you read these two poems out for everyone to hear, there is no evidence, everyone says it." ”

The staff officer immediately picked up Chief Cao's poem and began to read, at this time, Chief Manager Cao had already had a black line on his face, not to mention how ugly the expression was, but he didn't dare to say a word.

"Youth has a heart period, looking for white-haired cranes to drive.

The red rain is desolate and the mountains and trees are moist, just in time to see the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers. ”

Wei Shen said in surprise: "Good poetry, this is a match made in heaven, and no one in my Dragon City may be able to make such poems, and Mr. Cao is also a god of poetry." The majestic atmosphere in this poem is also vividly expressed by Mr. Cao, and I now have some doubts, what kind of poem can make this poem fall?"

At this time, all the literati present were also a little surprised, this poem can be regarded as the pinnacle, if it is not for the level of a great writer, it is impossible for anyone to defeat him. Now everyone began to be curious about Jiu Wentian's poem, and the staff officer at this time cleared his throat, as if to prepare for this poem.

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles.

If the wind stops, it can still be dusted but the water is clear.

When the world saw my constant tune, they all sneered when they heard Yu Dayan.

Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and her husband is not young. ”

Hey, as soon as this poem came out, there was an uproar in the hall, and even Mr. Cao was looking at Jiu Wentian with a shocked expression. The people present who knew the poem were all discussing the poem without exception, which also made Jiu Wentian the protagonist of the luncheon.

Jiang Fuqing couldn't help asking, "Wei Shen, tell me, how good is this poem?"

"Lord Jiangcheng, this poem expresses a young man's ambition very vividly, and the emotional tone in it is simply amazing. Forgive the villain for his incompetence, this poem villain can only understand to this extent, which is really ashamed. Wei Shen said, his expression still with a hint of disbelief.

After taking a breath, Chief Steward Cao said to Jiang Fuqing: "Lord City, it's really terrifying, I really lost this time, this poem is just like what this staff officer said, it is a strange sentence through the ages, and it is beyond my reach." ”

"Okay!" Jiang Fuqing also appreciates this kind of person who dares to admit defeat, as the so-called loser does not lose face, Jiang Fuqing continued: "This meal has been eaten long enough, if you have nothing to do, go back." ”

Mr. Cao said, "Yes." ”

With that, Mr. Cao turned around and left, without a moment's lingering. After losing this Wendou, Mr. Cao must have suffered a blow for a while, but he didn't seem to be sad, it was also the luck of the old city to have such a genius, and he had never had the idea of disrespecting the old city as a native of the old city. He was thinking that it was time for Jiu Wentian to have a position, and such a talent could not be buried in the study.

It's a pity, if you knew in advance that Jiu Wentian was such a genius, then Manager Cao would have to stop this marriage contract no matter what, this would be like giving his own meat to Dragon City. How could Manager Cao not feel distressed, but now it is useless to say anything, so he can only try his best to keep Jiu Wentian's heart.