"We won."

When the poem in Song Zihua's hand fell to the ground, Wei Yan's hanging heart was put down, he picked up the wine glass, and toasted the girl opposite.

Liu Wuwu didn't drink, and his dark eyes stared at him complicatedly.

When I was in the cell, I watched him tell all kinds of wonderful stories, and I just thought he was a storyteller.

Now, seeing a few of his random poems, those top talents are eclipsed, and I know that he is a real talent with a splendid chest and a good belly.

Liu Wuwei had a sense of unreality.

The other side.

When Wu Bing finished reading Liu Aiji's poems, his eyes looked at Song Zihua.

Song Dacai, who was extremely arrogant just now, had a gloomy face at this time, and the poems in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Wu Bing smiled slightly and said, "Song Gongzi, are you also ready?" ”

Song Zihua didn't want to humiliate himself, raised his foot, stepped on the masterpiece he had just been full of confidence, his face instantly regained calm, and said: "Wu Lao, the first one, admit defeat in the next." ”

Wu Bing nodded and said, "Then this first game, it is indisputable, it is Liu Gongzi who won." Game 2 ......"

Before he finished speaking, Song Zihua sneered: "In this second game, I will win!" Old Wu, I'm afraid you're going to have another round again. ”

Wu Bing smiled faintly and said, "Of course, if Song Gongzi wins the second game, the old man will naturally add another game." However, Song Gongzi should be careful, the old man thinks that Liu Gongzi's talent is not inferior to you. ”

Since this young man was so arrogant, he naturally would not be polite.

Song Zihua snorted coldly, and said arrogantly: "Writing poetry may be invincible, but when it comes to lyrics, I haven't been afraid of anyone in Xia!" ”

Wu Bing laughed and said: "Song Gongzi's song of Yongmei in Qingzhou is indeed a first-class masterpiece, and even the old man is ashamed of himself. Since Song Gongzi is so confident, the old man has become the love of the king, and the title is flowers. There are thousands of flowers in the world, and the two of them will use flowers as the theme, if they can produce a masterpiece like Song Gongzi Yongmei, it will be my luck in the literary world. ”

"Flowers?"

Song Zi raised his eyebrows, was this deliberately making it convenient for him, or did he want to see his jokes and see if he could surpass himself?

However, in this game, he must have won.

"Old Wu, now you can think about the topic of the next game."

Song Zihua smiled proudly, and without thinking, he walked directly to the table and sat down, picked up the pen, and instructed the servants to study ink.

Yonghua words, he already has a draft, and it is only stronger than his previous Yongmei words, not weak, this is completely a question board!

Wu Bing's eyes flashed, and he instructed the servant: "Light incense, it's still the time for two incense sticks." ”

At this time, Wei Yan went over again and said to Liu Aiji: "Don't worry, it's time for two sticks of incense, let's go drink some wine and eat some snacks, we will definitely have an explosion of inspiration." ”

Wu Bing looked at the back of the two leaving, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

When Liu Yi had already sat down to drink, Song Zihua had already done it in one go, wrote the ink, got up directly, and handed the cotton silk to Wu Bing, without even checking it, looking extremely confident.

Wu Bing took it, watched it carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise: "Sure enough, good words!" ”

With that, he handed the lyrics to a few old friends around him.

"Lotus

are colorless, but this fragrance is not good. Yao Xi is set in the shade, and the gold detention is late. The back lamp shines on Qi, and the socks are wet. Expect to say goodbye before the autumn and leave the dream song. ”

After reading it, the old men immediately exclaimed: "Good words! Good words! Sure enough, it's a good word! ”

Although they were all dissatisfied with the arrogance of Song Zihua, this talent had to amaze and praise them.

Wu Bing smiled bitterly: "It seems that now, the old man really has to think about the topic of the third game." In this second game, the old man came out as he pleased, but he was afraid that it would not be fair to Liu Gongzi. ”

As we all know, Song Zihua is a master of Yonghua, a song of Yongmei, which is famous, and readers all applaud.

He came up with a question on flowers, but he was afraid that everyone would misunderstand and think that he deliberately favored Song Zi's painting.

So this third question, he must be cautious and cautious.

When he took over the lyrics and read out the new words painted by Song Zi, everyone in the audience was full of praise and ashamed.

At this time, Liu Yi had already come over.

Song Zihua's face was full of pride, and he sneered: "Brother Liu, in the first game, I took the initiative to admit defeat; In this second game, you take the initiative to admit defeat and are not ashamed. ”

However, Liu Ill ignored him, walked directly past him, walked to the table and sat down, and wrote with a wave.

"He even writes? Don't throw in the towel? ”

"Hey, although Song Zihua is arrogant, this poem about lotus flowers is indeed a first-class masterpiece, Brother Liu refuses to admit defeat, but he is afraid that he will bring humiliation on himself."

When the literati around saw this scene, they all talked about it.

Wu Bing and those old friends also shook their heads secretly, this young man is indeed full of talent, but he is young and vigorous, and he is unwilling to admit defeat, but he is afraid that he will be laughed at once he writes a word.

Liu Yi had finished writing quickly, picked up the lyrics, walked over and respectfully handed it to Wu Bing.

Wu Bing secretly sighed, took it in his hand, and wanted to comfort him in advance, but Liu Ying had already turned around, looked at Song Zihua and said: "Brother Song's famous song Yongmei Ci has also been read in the next place, and it is indeed a rare masterpiece." Therefore, I also made a song today, and asked Brother Song to teach me. ”

As soon as these words came out, the literati around suddenly exploded.

Isn't this a class with an axe and killing themselves?

Song Zihua sneered and sneered: "Bring shame on yourself!" ”

Liu Yi smiled faintly, and did not engage in a verbal dispute with him, but stepped aside and waited quietly.

When he only read half of the poem to him, he knew that it was stable!

——That piece of Song family heirloom jade pendant, get it!

Daring to expose something valuable in front of Brother Yan is simply killing yourself!

I believe that from now on, this talented man of Song will no longer dare to hang valuable things around his waist to show off.

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly became a little strange.

Wu Bing held the words in his hand and did not move for a long time.

The old men next to him couldn't help but urge: "Brother Wu, read it, no matter how unbearable it is, you have to read it, everyone is waiting for it." ”

Wu Bing didn't speak, and handed them the words in his hand.

Several old men were strange, and hurriedly leaned their heads to watch, and then, there was no movement.

Song Zi's brows furrowed, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He subconsciously covered the jade pendant on his waist.

Wu Bing took the lyrics from his old friend, looked deeply at the young man who was waiting quietly, and then looked at the people in the audience, and said directly: "This poem deserves to be the first!" ”

And those famous old-timers in the literary world also nodded in unison and said: "Yes, this poem deserves to be the first!" As soon as this plum comes out, it plums are overshadowed! ”

"Boom-"

Everyone was stunned!

They haven't been pronounced yet, and everyone still doesn't know what the word is, so it's the first to judge? And the evaluation is so high, ridiculously high!

As soon as this plum comes out, it is overshadowed!

What kind of fairy words can make this master and those predecessors in the literary world so determined and respected?

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Wu Bing looked at the words in his hand and read them out.

"Outside the post by the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless.

It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy.

has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. ”