Yes? The crowd was shocked. Zong Shu, this kid is too crazy. Let the envoy of the Jin State go, and now let the Prime Minister Cai Jing get out.

At this time, Zong Shu slowly chanted: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, the success or failure of right and wrong is empty, the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times." On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking. ”

Everyone present was stunned.

When will this illiterate person be able to compose lyrics?

This is the opening sentence of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". As one of the opening words of the four famous works, its level and level are naturally higher than those of the general Song Dynasty.

In this era, words have basically replaced metrical poetry and become a new literary form, but its subject matter is limited to resentment, farewell, banquet and even some small yellow words, which is the world of euphemism.

As for the bold word school, there are relatively few representative figures, and there are not many representative works, such as Su Dongpo's "Red Cliff Nostalgia".

The opening words of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" are not any faction, but they are bold and atmospheric, with a sense of depth of time and a sense of space.

After hearing this, Huizong thought, this word is so imposing, why haven't you heard of this word?

There are quite a few people who think the same way as Huizong.

But where is such a coincidence? The front is the word rolling, and there is the Yangtze River in the middle?

Maybe it was a coincidence, where did Zong Shu see this poem, and he just wrote it down.

Wan Yanping was stunned for a while, and also made a poem, this chick's level is really not covered!

I really can't come to the stage now, do the copyist? But with the word Yangtze River, after the Song Dynasty, Zong Shu really can't remember a few songs.

By the way, there is also a song about Xin Qiji, this person doesn't know where it is now, so he will use it for emergency first.

"Where to look at China? Full of scenery Beigu Building. How many things have risen and fallen through the ages? Long. The Yangtze River is endless.

Young and ten-thousand, he sat down and the southeast war did not end. Who is the opponent of the heroes of the world? Cao Liu. Giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou. ”

Zong Shu's words surprised everyone again, whether it is momentum or realm, it is actually comparable to the song "Linjiang Immortal" just now.

With two lyrics in a row, they are both superb!

If it's copied, then it should be very famous, why haven't you heard of it?

In the capital, as long as a talented person appears and a good poem appears, it will immediately spread throughout the government and the opposition.

Could it be that it was written by a person who did not become famous, and it happened to be seen and memorized by this illiterate person?

How do you explain this?

After Yan Ping thought about it, she made another song. This chick, Zong Shu really admires it.

"Xiao Pingping, making poetry is really not interesting. We might as well do something else, okay? Zong Shu smiled.

It's over, it seems that Zong Shu really only knows these two songs, and he is about to admit defeat.

The little confidence that Huizong had just built up was destroyed by Zong Shu's words.

"Young Master Zong, please respect me." Wan Yanping bit her lip.

"Where do I disrespect you, do something else, okay?" Zong Shu sighed: "If you make poems and fill in the lyrics, you can't innovate if you make poems and fill in the lyrics, every day, and you can't innovate?" ”

Zong Shu took a few steps and said slowly:

Half of the city smoke and sand soldiers are under the pool, who appreciates the smoke and haze in the Yangtze River? One will become ten thousand bones withered, and how much white will be sent away with black hair.

Half of the city smoke and sand fell with the wind. There is still a wisp of concern in his hand, just looking forward to returning to the field to unload his armor, and he can also get back the tea you made.

Half of the city smoke, sand, blood and tears fell. The remnants of the horse cracked the armor and spread the red world. The reincarnated swallow is still in the old bed, and brings you February flowers.

This is a song sung by an ancient singer that Zong Shu admires.

The poems in Zong Shu's stomach were basically taken out, and there was no way to remember this song.

If it goes on again, Zong Shu will really lose.

Good, good! Suddenly, someone shouted, Zong Shu raised his eyes and saw that it was Li Shaoyan who was taking the lead in shouting.

The people in the hall finally reacted, regardless of whether Zong Shu was illiterate or not, just applaud.

You've never heard of such a combination, and it doesn't belong to any wordboard.

Wan Yanping asked, "Young Master Zong, is this your self-created word card?" ”

Zong Shu had to nod, and apologized silently to the singer in his heart, buddy, I really didn't mean it, your song was exchanged for a city and the face of the Great Song Dynasty.

Wan Yanping felt that the realm of this poem was not lower than the first two poems at all, but the language was plain and sounded more rhythmic.

Huizong was a man of unremitting artistic pursuit, as can be seen from his thin gold body.

Now, someone has created a new word card, and it is possible to form a new genre of poetry, which is amazing.

This protégé I recognize, and I still have such skills!

Could it be that this kid was illiterate before, and he pretended?

"Gao Yu, what are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and get pen and ink and write it down! Huizong hurried to explain.

Wan Yanping said: "The young master is talented, the little woman is ashamed of herself, but today she is smiling and generous." ”

"Xiao Pingping, you're not bad. Young Master Ben, there will be a lot of it, poetry is a fart. Zong Shu's language suddenly became vulgar.

Wan Yanping retreated to her seat, and her face couldn't tell whether she was happy or worried.

"By the way, didn't you say that you want to give the Great Song Dynasty a city? Which city is it, is it Huanglong Mansion? Zong Shu asked.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, Zong Shu, this kid is really here. Now it's the golden people who are on the defensive, and we are on the defensive. If you want the city, just talk about it.

What else does this guy need in Huanglong Mansion? Huanglong Mansion is really given to the Great Song Dynasty, who dares to take it? It was the heart of the Golden Land.

Whoever takes it will not burrow into the belly of the golden man and return it?

Even if you want a city, it should be next to the border of the Great Song Dynasty.

The little prince of Jin Guo stood up and said, "The competition is not over yet. You Song people, compose poems and lyrics every day, and win the sister-in-law, what's so unusual? ”

Everyone in the hall also quieted down, although the little prince said that he was clearly going to cheat, but the Great Song Dynasty won a golden woman from poetry, and it was not worth boasting about.

"Therefore, Xiao Wang proposes here to have another competition, using what our Jin Kingdom is best at." The little prince of Jin Guo was very unwilling, and obviously wanted to win back another game.

What Jin people are best at, it must be kung fu right away! If it is better than this, Da Song has no possibility of winning at all!

Zong Shu looked at Wan Yanping and thought, this chick won't be very good at kung fu right away, right?

Take a closer look, the scarf on Wan Yanping's face is too thick! The textile level of Da Song is too low! Can't you make it thinner?

Gotta keep an eye on this chick!

If it was the little prince of the Jin Kingdom or other Jin men to compare, the Great Song Dynasty would not be able to win.

"Haha, Xiao Pingping, do you want us to try again? By the way, what are you good at? Zong Shu grinned.

"Young Master Zong, I'm good at shooting." Wan Yanping got up and replied.

Haha, this, a chick is also good at shooting?

Zong Shu bared his teeth again: "Actually, I'm also good at shooting." It's just that the shot is a little slower. ”

Wan Yanping is strange, shoot slowly? Shouldn't archery be fast?

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