".................., I heard that there are many warriors in Shuofang, and they have killed all the Hulu for the blue sky."

After Wang Ling finished composing the poem, he stood proudly and looked around the audience.

"Good!"

The whole country was applauded, I have to say that Wang Ling is still level, his poems are about the warriors of Shuofang, the heroic deeds of resisting the Turkic invasion, whether it is the choice of words and sentences, or the agitation of emotions, they are all one by one.

"Wang Ling deserves to be a famous talent in my country's sub-prison, this shot is really extraordinary, this poem says that my heart is surging, I can't wait to give up my pen and serve the country!"

"As soon as this poem comes out, even the doctor has to praise him, Mo Jiazi, look at how rampant he is now, if I want me to say that I still obediently admit defeat and go back quickly, so as not to be embarrassed."

"The Mo family is doomed!"

"I'll just say, the Mo family is humiliating himself."

“………………。”

The Guozi prisoner was proud for a while, saying that Merton had not yet written a poem as if he had lost.

Even Kong Huisuo nodded slightly, Wang Ling's poem is indeed atmospheric and superior. The chances of Mo Jiazi turning the tables are slim.

"Shhh Qin Huaiyu and the others also sank in their hearts, he didn't expect Wang Ling to be able to come up with such a high-level poem. Although they are gentlemen, they can also distinguish between good things and bad things. This poem is indeed good.

This doesn't look good. Now it's not a question of paying the Mo family five thousand taels, even whether the remaining five thousand taels plus his own five hundred taels can be kept is still a question.

"Mo Jiazi, you must hold on!" Qin Huaiyu prayed secretly in his heart.

"Mo Jiazi. How is this poem, please comment on it. Wang Ling said proudly.

"Choose words to make sentences. Purely ornamental. Merton snorted coldly and sneered.

"Vertical arrogance!"

The entire Guozijian was in an uproar, but he didn't expect that Mo Jiazi was still talking crazy now.

Kong Huisuo was also embarrassed, he also thought that this poem was good, but Mo Jiazi slapped his face directly.

"Humph! This Mo family is so arrogant, he actually bullied me like this! Wang Ling was furious in his heart.

"Then I want to appreciate it, your Mo family's demeanor!" Wang Ling gritted his teeth and said.

"Speaking of Biansai poems, you are just a scholar who has no power to tie the chicken, have you ever been to the border pass, how to experience the peerless style of Biansai poems, it's just a disease-free moan!" Merton slapped him in the face.

Guozi Jiansheng's face is pale, we have no power to restrain the chicken, your Mo family is just the strength to catch fish, we have not been to the frontier, have you been.

"When it comes to Biansai poems, Merton is a good one, when my father followed His Majesty to fight the world, he also had many conflicts with the northern cavalry, Merton was fortunate to arrive at Bianguan Xiongcheng when he was young, and that magnificent scene still makes Merton linger in his dreams."

This Morton didn't say big things, when he was a child, he did follow Mo Lie to the Great Wall, but at that time he was still young, and he didn't have any impression at all.

At that time, Merton was still young, there was nothing to do in the army, his father was busy with military affairs, and Merton's happiest time was when he sat on the wall of the Great Wall at sunset, looking at the vast sea of sand, a wisp of wolf smoke soared up, the sunset fell, and the afterglow dyed the whole sky red, and the whole world was vast.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river. I have seen such wonders of heaven and earth. ”

"The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river!"

The whole country was in an uproar, there was no harm if there was no comparison, they thought Wang Ling's poems were good, but compared with the two sentences in front of them, they were simply worthless, no wonder Morton said that Wang Ling's poems and sentences were empty.

As soon as these two lines of poetry came out, a strange scene of the desert sunset immediately appeared in people's minds.

"Whew! It's beautiful! ”

An intent muttered to himself, immersed in Merton's depiction, and no one laughed at him, for they too were shaken.

"Impossible!" Wang Ling roared in his heart, he didn't believe that Mo Jiazi could write such amazing verses,

"Fortunately, there are only two sentences, which is not a poem at all, and I haven't lost yet." Wang Ling comforted himself in his heart.

"The long river, called the Yellow River, is our mother river, giving birth to our 5,000-year-old Chinese civilization, the city is on the edge of the Yellow River, defending the Yellow River, but also defending our Chinese civilization, there are 800 miles of Hanhai in front, the mountains are winding, and the business travel is cut off, as if a lonely person is holding on alone, a lonely city at that time.

When Chang'an City is shoulder to shoulder, there, sparsely populated, Chang'an City is full of flutes at night, where there are soldiers and iron horses, every year when Chang'an City is in full bloom, there is a desolation, Chang'an City is lively and prosperous, and the people there will only play the tune of loneliness and grievance with the will Qiang flute.

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. ”

"Good poetry!"

A national prisoner involuntarily applauded.

"Good poetry!"

Many Guozi prisoners also sighed convincingly, it is indeed a good poem. Even if they have different positions, in the face of such peerless poetry, they can only bow down.

"Defeated!" Wang Ling's heart was dead, he was so defeated that he had no chance to turn the tables at all. Originally, he wanted to step on Merton's ascendancy, but now he became a stepping stone and achieved Merton's prestige.

"My father told me that this city is called Yumen Pass, which has been built during the Qin Dynasty, and is the westernmost border pass of the Tang Dynasty, shouldering the most important mission of the empire. Soon the war came, and the Turks besieged the city for twenty-five days, and everyone took part in the battle, and I, Merton, was five years old at the time, and was given the task of chopping wood and boiling water for the wounded. ”

In the end, the Turks retreated, and Yumen Pass was saved, but sixty percent of the Yumen Pass guards were killed and wounded, and even the deceased father was left with an incurable knife wound because of that battle, and finally died young.

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. ”

The gate of Guozijian was quiet, and no one moved.

Even if they are prepared and know that this is a good poem, but when they hear such a peerless poem, their hearts are shaken, not to mention that they are all readers, and they are usually intoxicated with poetry, and they are even more intoxicated, just like drinking chilled sour plum juice on dog days.

"One city, three poems! One city, three poems! They are all peerless poems! ”

A national prisoner is like in a dream, and whispers dreamily.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

Wang Ling's figure staggered, and he took three steps back.

He lost, lost badly, and was convinced.