The results of the draw came out, and the first round was poetry.

At that time, Zuo Rou was already crying......

"My money ......" Zuo Rou rubbed her eyes, tears and snot bubbled out one by one, and when she spoke, snot bubbled out: "Five thousand ......"

"Alright." Song Beiyun saw that she was stupid and pitiful, and reached over to wipe away the tears on her face: "I'm not in a hurry about my money, why are you crying." ”

"Distressed ......"

Zuo Rou put her head on Song Beiyun's back and almost arched out his internal injuries, and the more she cried, the more sad she became.

"Okay, count it mine, lose it count mine."

"You said it." Zuo Rou wiped her tears and raised her head: "Don't lie to me." ”

"I know, I know, I know......" Song Beiyun didn't want to talk any more nonsense with her, just looked at Yan Shu: "The best one, it's gone." ”

Yan Shu closed his eyes, and the fan in his hand unfolded with a loud bang: "It's okay, play the seventh round." ”

Song Beiyun calculated slightly: "If you can really play the seventh round, you can at least get four thousand more into the account." ”

Yan Shu stood there with his hands behind his back, looking down with blazing eyes, not at all like a young man who had just turned twenty years old, as if the wisdom of the entire Great Song Dynasty was compressed on him.

"If you go to a horse race, as long as you stagger the rhythm, you can win anything." Song Beiyun leaned against the pillar: "Is your rhythm really so bad?" No hope? ”

"If you don't care, I'll sing you a song." Yan Shu did not answer positively: "Is it possible?" ”

Seeing his expression, Song Beiyun nodded silently: "We can sing a love song in duet." ”

"Hahaha......"

Maybe it was Song Beiyun's words that hit Yan Shu's laughter, and the handsome guy Yan, who has always been unsmiling, actually laughed out loud, but after laughing, he slowly put away his fan: "Look at the battle situation." ”

The following battle situation can be said to be without suspense, this first than the poem, with the wine order as the card, the rotation to the month as the theme of the poem.

This topic is not difficult, but the more difficult the topic, the more it can test the sense of luxury, just like a pot of lobster, sea cucumber and abalone, which only needs a pot of stew to make a sense of luxury. But with just a bowl of rice and two cabbage leaves, it takes a lot of thought to make it feel high-end.

Because the topic is simple, the speed of both sides is very fast, and the poems given by both sides are handed over to the judging platform in less than a moment.

Yan Shu saw the nervous place, and the small fan in his hand slapped in the palm of his hand, but Song Beiyun didn't care at all, and went to find a eunuch from the Command Division to get some preserved fruits and herbal tea, and sat there and ate it with Zuo Rou like a mouse.

It's a competition, then there must be a judge, today's judges are all veterans in the literary world, they are not creative, but they have indeed been immersed in this industry for a lifetime, and they are all anxious and white-faced to go on the road of high morality, and their hearts and minds are the kind of people who are regarded as treasures in all countries by walking on an ox cart.

So fairness is actually reliable, they discussed with each other for a while and commented for a while, said the advantages and disadvantages of both sides, and finally unanimously rated Jin Guo's words as superior.

However, it is obviously unfair to decide whether a game is won or lost, so there are a few games with other words as the theme of the competition.

But this first round of poetry, Yan Shu shook his head when he heard it, and he almost scolded, he turned his head to Song Beiyun and said, "That's it? That's it? ”

"Or else?" Song Beiyun cocked Erlang's legs: "The moon in the four lings of the wind and snow moon they draw, and then there will be wind and snow tweed, don't worry, it will definitely be worse." ”

Yan Shu laughed angrily and leaned on the pillar: "The rhetoric is gorgeous but empty, saying that the moon is homesick, saying that frost is white, how can it not be a sideburns who want to meet the eyebrows between the moon, and the wine red is on the face of the sun?" Why don't pretty little girls deserve to let them write it? ”

"Big brother, do you compare those people to you?" Song Beiyun waved his hand impatiently: "Aren't they like this, they have been playing since they were children, they are sorrowful, they are sorrowful, the homeland is sorrowful, the homeland is sorrowful, and the people on the pillow are still worried. In the end, it's not all about giving new words. ”

"Huh?" Yan Shu was stunned for a moment and turned his head: "I am worried about the new words...... Sorrowful for the new words...... Good! Just seven words, better than three thousand straw bags below. What is the full text? Hurry up, uncle, please, tell me. ”

"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn. ”

"Hmm...... Superb excellent! Yan Shu stroked his palms and exclaimed: "Uncle Xie and Grandpa give words!" ”

"You're a robbery?"

"My own family, don't care." Yan Shu turned his back to Song Beiyun, but his mouth repeated repeatedly: "But it's cool and autumn...... It's been a good autumn. When will I be able to make such a good word......"

Song Beiyun smiled in his heart: You are only twenty, and in another twenty years, you will be a person who will create a new pattern in the literary circle of the Northern Song Dynasty, and you don't have to feel inferior.

To be honest, Song Beiyun personally thinks that Yan Shu is better than Xin Qiji's as a whole, but after all, it is not easy to compare the different eras, but in general, between the pioneers and the inheritors of an era, the pioneers are always stronger than the successors, otherwise it is to open up a new era, isn't it, but the current Yan Shu is still young, less than twenty years old.

Song Beiyun thought that when he was nineteen years old in his last life, he still played black with his roommates all day long, went to the cafeteria to grab food, looked at his thighs in the milk tea shop, and compared Uncle Yan.

Damn it......

And the battle situation below is actually not so attractive to Song Beiyun, can he still not know the level of those stinky fish and rotten shrimp? After all, the little friends who played together in the painting boat to get the wind together, the people of Jin Country may be a little better, but it is definitely limited, in general, before Yan Shu ends, it is called rookie pecking each other, and when Yan Shu ends, it is called fish pond fried fish...... Saying that the fried fish are all lifting up those rotten things is completely scraping the palace.

It's fun.

The four orders are over, and the tradition of giving people heads in the Great Song Dynasty has been inherited very well, in order not to surprise the friends, they sent three rounds of life and sent the first poem with a 3:1 ending.

"I don't want to memorize any of their words." Yan Shu turned his head, grabbed a handful of fried beans, put them in his hand and ate them: "Disdainful!" Waste things, all rubbish, I don't deserve to lift shoes. Look at the grandson of the Holy Father, his eyes are dull, where is there any Wen Sheng's bones, it is a pus-headed straw bag, grandpa, I hit him with a carriage and I don't feel a pity, and what kind of Luzhou genius, what is written, saying that the wind is a golden bell and the moon is a golden bell, is there nothing else in his mother's heart? What is this golden bell? Damn, how do these shitty moms and dads want to give birth to them? If my father knew that they were all like this, I might as well plaster all the walls for him in the early years. ”

Yan Shu's Zu'an spraying method is really funny, even Zuo Rou next to him can't laugh, Song Beiyun even thinks that this big troll is really poisonous in his mouth, history says that Yan Shu is gentle and elegant, it is definitely beautified, this guy is a big watering can in the Northern Song Dynasty.

But think about it, there are a few talented people who are not trolls when they are young, and there is blood in their hearts, and when they see those who mourn their misfortune and anger their indisputable waste, they can't help but want to scold a few words, just like the top boss in the game, except for the big guy who has really experienced the wind and rain, but whoever plays well has no teammates, why? Isn't it just that the fucking anger can't be moved?

This Yan Shu is not now the age of eighteen or nineteen years old and angry, no matter how big the guy is, he is also a young boss, so it is strange to encounter this kind of not being angry.

The first round was crushed, which was definitely a heavy blow to the morale of the Great Song side, they sat there and stopped making a sound, but the boos of the people who got the news outside penetrated through the layers of walls.

Is this still the Great Song Dynasty with a flourishing literary style? Is this still the Great Song Dynasty who entered the scholar with talent? Was 3 to 1 by the barbarians of the Jin Kingdom in Wencai? Can this be endured?

"That." Song Beiyun called the eunuch not far away: "You go and inform the old eunuch and ask him to ask the forbidden army to control the field, there may be a riot later." ”

When the little eunuch heard Song Beiyun's words, he wanted to habitually say a sentence, but a slightly older eunuch next to him walked over with a smile on his face and grabbed the ignorant little eunuch and said politely to Song Beiyun: "I'll go and inform you, does Lord Song still have orders?" ”

"Remember that the envoys of the Jin Kingdom must not be harmed in the slightest here, and they must be well protected." Song Beiyun accentuated his tone: "I know that you also gambled, but if you neglect your duties, blame me for not reminding you when others hit the ground." ”

The eunuch shuddered, thanked him and walked out with the little eunuch, and after walking outside, the big eunuch slapped the ignorant junior in the face, and scolded angrily: "Blind dog-eyed thing, you dare to play tricks in front of that person?" Believe it or not, the king tore you apart. ”

"Brother, isn't that just a little white face, let's order the emperor to add power, are you still afraid of such a little scholar?"

"Shut up!" The great eunuch scolded: "You go and say these words to Wang Daban, and see if he tears your mouth." ”

The two eunuchs left, and their voices were obviously deliberately heard by Song Beiyun, Song Beiyun didn't even turn his head, just sat there with a smile, but Yan Shu was very curious: "Your identity is so noble?" ”

"It's not that I'm noble." Song Beiyun shook his hands and said, "It's me who has what the emperor wants today, and he's still counting on me." ”

As he was talking, the second scene had already begun, and it was still a live lot, and after the poetry scene, Jin Guocaizi had obviously seen that the Da Song gang was a group of mentally retarded, so the whole momentum had already been overpowered.

"The second game, arithmetic!"

Hearing this project, Yan Shu frowned: "There is such a thing? Staggering the two that you do best? ”

Song Beiyun waved his hand: "Let three chase three, and watch the destiny of heaven win the fourth game." ”