Zhang Xiaowu found an idle table, asked a maid to bring a stick of incense, and agreed that the time for the two to write poems must be within a stick of incense, and after writing, it will be handed over to Zhang Biao and Zhang Daxue for judgment. Wang Jingzhi said How can you invite Zhang Daxue, Zhang Xiaowu said Then you don't care, I have my own way, you just need to fight, don't you dare to fight with me?

Wang Jingzhi sneered: "Since you want to be humiliated, let the horse come." ”

The poems of these two people immediately attracted a few idle scholars on the side, and when they learned that the two of them were fighting poems with the title of Mingyue Tower, they immediately surrounded them, and then more scholars surrounded them. Perhaps there was too much mutual praise among the literati, and everyone felt a little boring, or even a little boring. Although the literati despise each other in their hearts, they still pretend to be hello to me and hello to everyone on the surface, so that everyone seems to be in harmony. But everyone's hearts are still full of what other people have written, what kind of mess in case, suddenly someone is fighting poetry, and some people who have nothing to do are quickly attracted to it.

Because Zhang Xiaowu and Wang Jingzhi are both unfamiliar faces, although everyone is curious, they are not bustling, after all, there are more than two or three hundred people who have entered Mingyue Tower today, and it is normal for everyone not to know each other. However, looking at the sturdy figures and faces of these two people, it seems that they are half-cultivated and half-read scholars, and they believe in their hearts that these two people are from commoners, and at this time, Dou Shi should be to show his face in front of Scholar Zhang.

Someone secretly screamed in his heart: "What a pair of despicable civilian students, I didn't think of using this method to arouse the idea of a scholar." ”

The so-called fighting poems, is not a simple debate between you and me, but requires real talent and quick response, and needs to write a poem with good meaning and words in an extreme time and can win the praise of everyone.

"Let's see how these two unknown little showmen fight poetry."

"Since he is a showman, he naturally knows how to write poems."

"I think that if you write well, you may not write poetry well. This Mingyuelou Poetry Club, no matter how good the law is, it is not as good as someone who writes poetry well. However, most of the people who write Fulu spend their minds on the fame of the imperial examination, but they don't spend much effort on writing poems, and they can't write any good works. ”

"Yes, yes."

"Looking at ancient and modern China and foreign countries, the best person to write poetry is the Shixian Dynasty three hundred years ago, since it is a pity that the dynasty died at the age of twenty-three because of vomiting blood for writing poems, which is a pity."

"Therefore, it takes a lot of time and energy to write a poem well, and a really good poem can be written in three or two incense sticks."

"Three taels of incense? The two only agreed on a stick of incense. ”

"What can a stick of incense write?"

"It doesn't matter what you write, it's important to let the scholars know about them."

"What kind of poetry can a person with a wrong mind make?"

"Let's go, let's go, don't look at it, the villain with a bad heart writes poetry, why should I support it?"

"Nope! No! No! Why don't we wait for the two of us to finish the poem, and then we can comment together? At that time, humiliate them and expel them from Mingyue Tower, so as not to defile the elegant and elegant place of our literati. ”

"Okay, I'll see what they can do later."

"I'm going to read it to everyone."

"Brother Tai, you have an accent, you speak Trump, and you are not worthy of reading poetry."

"I hate Trump."

“……”

Wang Jingzhi never expected that the two of them were little scholars fighting poems, which would cause everyone to watch, he was originally a low-key person, hidden among the people. But now seeing more and more people surrounding them, and some people asked about their identities during the period, Wang Jingzhi suddenly felt some regret in his heart, he shouldn't have messed around with Zhang Xiaowu, let alone be so high-profile.

Zhang Xiaowu trembled his eyebrows triumphantly and demonstrated to Wang Jingzhi, which made Wang Jingzhi even more angry, and said secretly: "Today I will show you what it means to write poetry." But the more anxious he was, the more Wang Jingzhi couldn't write, he thought about it carefully, he had written a poem praising other buildings before, and he first wrote a sentence: "Mingyue Tower, Mingyue Pavilion, Jiuxiao is like the Milky Way." As for the second half of the poem, it couldn't be written for a while, but fortunately, he was calm and saw that there was still a lot of time, so he carefully wrote word by word: "In July, Longdu watched the sea of flowers, and in September, the peony carried the car." ”

"Good!"

Suddenly, someone sang loudly: "Mingyue Tower, Mingyue Pavilion, Jiuxiao is like a galaxy." In July, Longdu views the sea of flowers, and in September, the peony carries the car. ”

This poem vividly writes the prosperity of the literati and writers in Longdu, and all the talents in the world are in Longdu. My dragon capital is unprecedentedly grand every year, and next year's imperial examination year will be full of literature and ink. Think about the thousands of talents gathered in Longdu City, and I want to chant a poem in this situation......"

"It's just that although this poem is full of everyone's sycophants, the artistic conception is insufficient, and it does not talk about current politics and the government and the opposition."

"Why do you need such an artistic conception, as long as everyone is happy at the moment. The world's major affairs are naturally managed by the adults of the world, you and I are not members of the DPRK and the Central Committee, we talk too much, but we eat radishes salty and worry about it. If you and I write a poem and compose a poem to bring peace to the world, then we still need to do what the senior members of the DPRK and the Central Committee do. ”

"It's the pole, it's the pole."

"Although this poem is not a good work, it is also satisfactory and can be rated as middle and upper-class."

"Humph! I look bland. ”

"You see what's the use, if Scholar Zhang sees it, it will be counted."

At this time, there was a thoughtful person on the other side, and suddenly interjected: "How can you fight poetry like this? In Lower Hangzhou Ma Bian, how about Wendou count me as a share? After speaking, the person named Ma Bian didn't care whether others wanted to or not, and merged the table on the side.

Zhang Xiaowu and Wang Jingyi looked, oh, this person's face was surprising and natural, although he was short in stature, his eyes were blazing, which can be called a strange person.

Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but ask: "Brother Ma, do you have a relative named Ma Yun?" ”

"Someone in my ancestors called it by this name."

"But the richest man in Hangzhou?"

"No, my ancestor is not rich."

"Yes, Jackma also said that he doesn't like money, how rich is your ancestor?"

"Let me tell you this, my ancestor died of starvation."

“……”

"Don't talk about it, it's half past the incense, and people have already written it, and if you don't write it, it's too late." Someone next to him reminded.

Zhang Xiaowu and Ma Bian looked at each other and hurriedly bowed their heads to write poems.

After a while, Zhang Xiaowu wrote, he had already made up his mind, and with a wave, everyone just saw him bow his head to write, and then raised his head, and said, "I'm done writing." ”

Several people surrounded him, and immediately burst into laughter, it turned out that although Zhang Xiaowu's words were vigorous and powerful, they were very ugly, and he rarely wrote at first glance.

Naturally, although Zhang Xiaowu traveled to ancient times, although he was considered to be a good handwriter in the unit in the past, but in this ancient period, among the literati and inkmen, his writing was really compared. Although it is not said that it is better than a dog to climb, but it is far below everyone, just by looking at his words, everyone feels that it stinks and cannot be seen closely.

"I don't look at it, I don't read it, what kind of stuff is written, the words are so ugly, it stains my eyes."

"Hey, brother, didn't you just want to read other people's poems and humiliate them? Why don't you watch it now? ”

"I was going to humiliate him, but looking at his words, he was going to humiliate my eyes first."

"Then you will humiliate yourself first, and then let us humiliate him."

"Sacrifice yourself, brother."

"Okay, I'll sacrifice myself."

Then, the man stared at Zhang Xiaowu's poems and read them aloud, as if the louder the voice, the more people humiliated Zhang Xiaowu, and the higher his achievements, so he almost roared: "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the Longdu sing and dance." The warm wind smoked the scholars drunk, and Li Min had no worries. ”

Suddenly, the entire Mingyue Building was silent, everyone was a scholar and literati, and they all knew poetry, so they naturally understood the meaning of Zhang Xiaowu's poems. This poem is clearly humiliating everyone, although it is written on the surface of Mingyue Tower, but everyone in the mainland knows that Zhang Xiaowu is scolding everyone for only caring about chanting poems, but regardless of the worries of the imperial court, the chaos in the world, the literati who sing and dance and rise to level the flowers, only care about their own fame and future to come here to play and have fun.

However, being pointed at and scolded can't be refuted, which is what makes everyone even more helpless, so everyone is as steady as a duck that has been choked by the neck, and suddenly there is no sound, and the scene is extremely embarrassing. This poem says that he is good, that is, he scolds everyone, saying that he is not good, that is, he is indeed immersed in fun, regardless of the danger of the country, regardless of Li Mincang's difficult life.

After listening to Wang Jingzhi's poems, Ma Bian still disdained them, thinking that he could write more flowery masterpieces, but after listening to Zhang Xiaowu's poems, he immediately threw away his pen and ink and said: "Foolish brother is ashamed of himself, and he is ashamed of himself." With that, he turned and left. He and the students and scholars also left automatically and consciously, as if Zhang Xiaowu was a plague god, unwilling to provoke, let alone along.

"Good! Good! A good song outside the mountain, Qingshan Lou Wailou, I wait to sit in the well and watch the sky, the pattern is really small, which makes people laugh and pity. Suddenly, someone applauded and came down from the second floor, everyone looked at each other, it was a middle-aged man in his forties, his good appearance revealed an elegant temperament that people couldn't help but respect, and there were also several middle-aged people around him, but most of them were wearing official uniforms, and there were even five-grade officials under a closer look.

The official uniform is equivalent to the uniform of civil servants in later generations, which is worn in the yamen or when going out to work, but this Mingyue Building is a green building, how can there be civil servants wearing uniforms to visit the kiln, so the officials wearing official uniforms during this period make people look particularly awkward, and they always feel that there is an inner ghost among them. However, everyone's attention was all on the elegant middle-aged man in the middle, who was born with a scholarly atmosphere, as if this person was not a contemporary Confucian, and others would not be literate.

"This person is ......"

"He is Zhang Biao, a scholar of Zhang University, a member of the Ministry of Rites, and a scholar of Tai College."

"I've met Scholar Zhang."

"Hello Mr. Zhang."

Everyone gathered around and hurriedly greeted, but Zhang Biao hurriedly ran down, stood in front of Zhang Xiaowu, stared at the poem, and looked helpless under the appreciation, and said: "The word is ugly, the poem is good." ”

Zhang Xiaowu smiled awkwardly and said, "Scholar Zhang, we finally met." ”

Zhang Biaoqi said: "Do you recognize me?" Zhang Xiaowu took out a letter from his sleeve and brought it to him, Zhang Biao read it, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he said after a while: "You really dare to come?" ”

Zhang Xiaowu laughed: "Naturally, I dare, I want to see you." ”

Zhang Biao laughed, took Zhang Xiaowu's hand and went upstairs, and said: "I want to talk to you about poetry in detail, since my enlightenment, I have never met a poetry ghost like you, I don't think you should be called a ghost general, you should be called a ghost talent." ”

"Ghost general?"

"Zhang Xiaowu?"

"He's Zhang Xiaowu, the commander of the Ghost Guard?"

"He is Zhang Xiaowu? Northern Imperial Inuyi, the commander of the world's first border army who killed the Wuhuan army and returned? ”

"How could he be a man of letters?"

"Haven't you heard his poems?"

"What poem? Is this song "Outside the Mountain, Qingshan Building, Outside the Building"? ”

"Non-also, non-also, "Will Return", Zeguo Jiangshan into the war map, the people of what plan Leqiao Su. Relying on the gentleman's words to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. It is rumored that the First World War is full of sorrow, and the strong troops on both sides of the strait have not ended. Who said that Lanjiang has nothing to do, and has been fighting for blood for a long time recently. ”

"This ...... No wonder he was able to write "Outside the Mountain, Qingshan Lou Wailou", it is indeed both civil and military, and he lives up to the name of a ghost. ”

"What's even more rare is that this person is from a civilian background, and he has made a future with his skills. I always thought that this person knew that he was a martial artist, and he must have a big waist and a round waist and a height of nine feet. ”

Zhang Xiaowu didn't hear everyone's boasting, but Meng Shi and Kang Tianen heard it, the two looked at each other and smiled, stood in the distance, and whispered. Kang Tianen didn't know Meng Shi's true identity, but he only knew that Meng Shi was the son of Zhang Xiaowu's old friend, and learned that he was admitted to Xiucai but could not participate in the imperial examination, so he was in sympathy with him. Meng Shi also learned that Kang Tianen was not allowed to participate in the imperial examination because of his father's last wish, but he felt that the two of them fell because of their father, and they should help each other.

However, both of them have no worries, they only talk about the wind and snow, and do not talk about their own stories. The biggest wind and snow moon at the moment is the story of Zhang Xiaowu, the two made an analysis of Zhang Xiaowu's poems, and then sighed: "The talent of the general, if he participates in the imperial examination, will definitely be the title of the gold list and be on the heavenly list." ”

"Where's the old man?"

"Who?"

"It's the old man who fights poetry with the general."

"Eh, I slipped away."

"It should be ashamed of the general's poetry, so he slipped away, but I guess this person's identity is not simple."

"If my guess is correct, this person should be a senior member of the DPRK, and even the general has seen him before."

"I don't know who he is, but I know that this person owes the general a favor, and I have to promise the general one thing, hurry, hurry."

"Could it be that this person was worried about being chased by the general and ran away first?"

"It must be so."