"Deal."

Since Wei Yan agreed, Liu Yi naturally agreed.

For the sake of fairness, it is natural for Wu Binglai to come up with the question.

Wu Bing didn't give in, came out of the crowd, twisted his beard and said: "Today's competition, just to learn literature, both of them are rare talents in my Dayan, I hope to stop at the point, and don't hold grudges in private." ”

Liu Yi has already bowed his hand and said: "It should be like this." ”

Song Zihua stood proudly and did not answer.

Wu Bing didn't care, he had already heard of this young man's arrogance, and it was inevitable that young people would be arrogant.

He pondered for a while, and then said: "One poem, two poems decide the winner, what do you think?" ”

Song Zihua snorted coldly and said proudly: "One song is enough." But since Wu Lao opened his mouth, let's have two songs. ”

Liu Yi has said: "I have no opinion." ”

Wu Bing nodded and said, "Okay, this first poem will be ......."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, looked at the promenade not far from the crowd, thought for a while, and said: "This first poem is based on the war against the Xiongnu in the border of my Great Yan Country. ”

Not far away, under the promenade.

In the dim light, the woman in the red dress who had been sitting in the gazebo reading a book had been sitting there for some time.

After listening to Wu Bing's question, the woman standing next to her laughed softly: "Master, this Wu concubine will please people." ”

The woman in the red dress did not speak, and looked at the young man in the crowd.

She was eager to see if the boy could make another masterpiece that would surprise and touch her.

After Wu Bing finished the question, he sat down on the side and talked to his friends.

The servant quickly lit a stick of incense.

The literati all bowed their heads in contemplation, each thinking about what they could do with this topic.

Song Zihua stepped aside, put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and secretly thought.

Liu Yi was already frowning, and he was also thinking hard.

Wei Yan patted him on the shoulder and said, "The time for two incense sticks, don't worry." Let's go for a snack and a drink, and maybe you'll suddenly be inspired. ”

Liu Yi glanced at him and followed silently.

Other literati are searching their stomachs and racking their brains to conceive, and they all want to come up with a good work.

When the time comes, if the works of these two people are not good, they will naturally have a chance to compete for the limelight.

Wei Yan took Liu Ai to the table and sat down, picked up the wine jug, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "Do you have a clue?" ”

Liu Yi shook his head and said honestly: "No." ”

At this time, Liu Wuwu came from the side, picked up the wine pot that Wei Yan had just put down, poured a glass for Wei Yan, and said softly: "Big brother, it's okay, Wei Gongzi already has it." ”

Liu Yi looked up in astonishment.

Wei Yan also looked at her with a look of surprise and said, "How do you know?" ”

Liu Wuwu put down the wine jug, smiled lightly, and said, "Look at your demeanor, you will know if you are determined to get that piece of jade pendant." ”

"Ahem."

Wei Yan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said without blushing: "It doesn't matter if the jade pendant is not a jade pendant, I didn't take it to heart at all, I just wanted to win the disease, that's all." ”

Liu Wuwu nodded and said, "Well, I believe it." ”

But when he said that he believed it, he didn't believe it at all with his smiling eyes.

Liu Yiji was surprised: "Brother Yan, do you really have it?" ”

Wei Yan patted his stomach, but suddenly felt that there was some ambiguity in his actions, and hurriedly patted his head again, and said, "There is." ”

As he spoke, he looked left and right, and when he saw that no one was looking, he immediately leaned into his ear and read it out.

Liu Wuwei also approached, but did not hear it.

After reading it, Liu Yi immediately looked adoring, and after reciting it silently a few times, he immediately raised his thumb as before, and before he could speak, Wei Yan grabbed his thumb and said, "Brother Yan 6666666, I already know, go quickly." ”

Liu Yi immediately got up and walked over.

At this time, the lit incense only burned a small part.

When Liu Ying had already walked to the table next to Wu Bing and picked up the pen to write, Song Zihua suddenly turned around and said loudly: "There is!" ”

Immediately, he walked quickly to another table and wrote.

When he finished writing and drying the ink, he saw that Liu Yi had finished writing, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "It's useless to be fast, Brother Liu, it's still early, are you sure you don't think about it well?" ”

Liu Yi had already picked up the cotton silk and said: "If Brother Song is not sure, you can think about it again, at this level, it is useless to think again." ”

After that, he stepped forward and respectfully handed the poem in his hand to Wu Bing, and said, "Old Wu, I have finished it below." ”

Wu Bing's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he quickly got up and took it with both hands.

Song Zihua sneered, stood aside, holding a masterpiece, and did not rush forward, waiting for Wu Lao to finish reading the first song, and then looking at him, it would naturally be even more amazing.

Wu Bing held the poem, approached the lantern, when he saw the first sentence, his eyes lit up, when he saw the second sentence, his brows frowned, and when he saw the next two sentences, he suddenly slapped his thigh and praised: "Good poem!" Good poetry! ”

Immediately, he hurriedly gave the poem to several other friends next to him.

After reading it, the old men were all flushed and overjoyed: "It's really a rare poem!" This son is really talented, which is amazing! ”

This movement suddenly woke up all the literati who were contemplating, and their eyes immediately looked over.

What kind of poems are so praised by the horses and other predecessors in the literary world?

Not far away, on the corridor, the woman in red also put down her wine glass, her eyes staring at the cotton silk with poems written on it.

Song Zi's brows furrowed, and his heart suddenly felt a little apprehensive, but when he glanced at the poem in his hand, his confidence rose again.

He didn't believe that his talent could compare to this kid who had just emerged!

Wu Bing took the cotton silk from his friend, glanced at everyone, and said: "This is Liu Gongzi's poem "Out of the Stopper", the old man will read it again, everyone will evaluate it in their hearts first, and compare it with Song Gongzi's poem later." Which loses or wins, the old man alone says it doesn't count, everyone agrees, it counts. ”

With that, he unfolded the cotton silk and read it aloud.

"When the moon is bright and the moon is hot, the Long March has not returned ......"

As soon as this first sentence came out, Song Zihua was shocked, his face changed slightly, and the cotton silk in his hand began to tremble.

"But to make the dragon city fly, do not teach Hu Ma to Yin Mountain."

When the last sentence was read, the poem in Song Zihua's hand slipped to the ground with a "click".

On the corridor not far away, the woman in red's eyes trembled, and muttered in her mouth: "But make the dragon city fly general...... But to make the dragon city fly will be in ......"

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she thought of the elder who was also a teacher and friend, the nemesis of the Huns, the pride of the Great Yan Empire, and the hero who had disappeared with the wind and buried in the loess.

She was his elder.

But in her heart, he will always be her elder, an elder and hero for a lifetime.