Jin Heling looked at Gao Jinda and coughed.

"This ......, ah, this doesn't seem to count. Since Dongcheng Terracotta is a challenger, it's no wonder that others are bullying them. ”

Alas, Gao Jinda, Gao Jinda, you said that the more you live, the more you go back.

If you don't pay off your debts, you will be forced to hang yourself, which is bad enough.

I paid back the money happily, and no one said anything about you.

It's good that you know you're wrong, but you don't know how to repent, and you still fight, aren't you ashamed?

Even if you win, what can you do? If you want to save face, you can only lose face more and more.

At this time, Gao Jinda had words of suffering. But in public, he couldn't say much.

Jin Heling, you bastard, you say it, aren't we still bullying them?

You wait for me, and when the competition is over, I'll settle accounts with you.

"The first competition, poetry, begins."

As soon as Jin Heling's words fell, Jia Rui and the people of Guozijian began to write.

"Haha, six people are more than one, it's the first time I've seen it."

Zhou Zongjia coaxed again.

"Six people write three poems, that is, one person writes half of them, is it okay?"

Zheng Tianlun said loudly.

"Be quiet, no noise."

After Qiu Liang finished shouting, he turned around and couldn't help laughing.

This is not a fight, three poems, six people came up, and the eunuch of this country doesn't know what to think.

They all say nerds, nerds, it doesn't seem to be in vain.

With Jia Rui's attainments in "Mulan Ci", let alone three songs, it is thirty songs, and I am afraid that it may not be able to catch up with others.

There was also a burst of laughter from the crowd, although nothing was said. But the meaning of ridicule is understood in everyone's heart.

"What's so funny?"

The person who said this was naturally the prisoner of the country.

There are no propositions, and there are no requirements for using rhyme, you can play freely, in fact, they are all prepared in advance, so the people on the stage write quickly.

In less than a cup of tea, the people of Guozijian wrote three poems and handed them to Jin Heling.

Jin Heling first looked at the three songs of Guozijian.

These three poems, one is a quatrain of seven words and four sentences, called "Yongqiu", although the battle and rhyme are quite standardized, but the artistic conception is average.

Although it is not bad, there is nothing surprising about it, in fact, it is a general work, and it does not achieve a dazzling effect.

The other two songs are also timely works. It's pretty much the same as the first one.

After reading it, Jin Heling handed it to Qian Dazhong.

"I didn't know anything about poetry, so I didn't read it. Show it to Lord Gao and Lord Xu. ”

Gao Jinda actually knew what was written, and one of them was written by him, so he pretended to look at it and slapped the table vigorously.

"Okay, a great work."

Gao Jinda said loudly.

Is this still the best? I said Gao Jinda, you are too .......

Jin Heling was embarrassed to think about it.

Xu Daozhong took a look at it and returned the poem manuscript to Jin Heling. The disdain is undoubtedly revealed.

"There is nothing new in a generalized work. Of course, I'm just talking. In the end, Lord Jin has to judge. ”

Jia Rui naturally still copied poems, but this time it was still Nalan Xingde. In terms of style, it is in the same vein as the previous "Mulan Ci", and it also seems more real.

Copying poems is naturally not slow, it is a process of writing.

After the three poems were written, they were handed over to Jin Heling.

Jin Heling won the first song, titled "Butterfly Loves Flowers? Out of the stopper", after reading two sentences, my eyes suddenly lit up.

Read it quickly, then start with the first sentence and savor it carefully.

The more he looked, the more frightened Jin Heling became.

It's no wonder that he can write such an amazing work as "Mulan Ci", and the poems of Guozijian are like chewing wax compared to this.

"The ancient mountains and rivers are uncertain, and in the sound of the horns, the horses come and go frequently. Who can speak of desolation, and the west wind blows the old Dan maple tree. ”

"In the past, there were countless grievances, iron horse Jingo, green mound dusk road. A little deeper, the deep mountains shine in the late autumn rain. ”

This is called poetry, it really deserves to be Jia Tianxiang, I might as well be.

The second song is "Huanxi Sha".

"The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the plum flute has been changed for three years, and no one is in the moon."

"I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines."

Jin Heling's same shock is indescribable.

Although the artistic conception is different, they are all the same style and the same attainment.

Jia Tianxiang really deserves his reputation.

The third song is "Willow Branches", which is relatively simple, with only four sentences, but it is also a masterpiece.

"The idle room on the pond is surrounded by green trees, and the curtain pattern is like a slanting light on the hub. It is difficult to determine the life and hatred of the flying flocculent, and as soon as you come out of the red window, you will not return. ”

After reading it, Jin Heling sighed, and was full of emotions for a while.

I'm a melancholy guest in the world, melancholy.

I have always boasted that my poetry is the best in the world, but now compared to Jia Rui, it is like seeing the sun and the moon.

Often full of friends, chanting poetry and drinking, a group of people think that they are good at poetry, Lao Tzu is the first in the world.

Look at Jia Tianxiang again, since he wrote a poem "Milan Words", there has been no good work.

It's not that you can't write, but you don't bother to write.

Poetry is like character, no wonder he dared to challenge the national eunuch and ask for the people's life.

Not to mention the realm of poetry, it is the realm of being a man, which is far higher than Gao Jinda.

Gao Jinda, don't you have a little shame?

"Lord Qian, take a look. Don't say you don't understand poetry. If you don't watch it, you'll regret it. ”

Qian Dazhong took the poem three times and looked at it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

It is said that Jia Rui's "Mulan Words" is the best work, although these songs are slightly inferior to "Mulan Words", but few people can make them.

As far as these people are concerned, probably no one can catch up.

However, he was not good at commenting, so he silently handed it to Xu Daozhong.

When Xu Daozhong looked at it, he naturally had the same opinion as the two in front of him.

Compared with the songs of Guozijian, they are almost negligible.

"Take a look, I believe that Lord Gao will distinguish the superior."

"Okay, I'll see what great work you can write, and whether you can ......."

Gao Jinda knows that Jia Rui's poems are very good, and he also knows "Mulan Ci", but there are many poems written by one person, and it is impossible for every one of them to be a masterpiece.

But when he saw the sentence "I am a melancholy guest in the world", the little luck he had was gone.

After reading the three songs, I suddenly felt melancholy.

I thought the one I wrote was good, but it was nothing compared to Jia Rui's.

The poems of both sides were published and judgments were made, wouldn't it make people laugh and lose their big teeth.

"Lord Jin, don't announce the poems, this game, we admit defeat."

Gao Jinda said helplessly.

"Lord Sake-sama ......."

As soon as a prisoner spoke, Gao Jinda waved his hand.

"Okay, let's see for yourselves."

handed Jia Rui's poems to the prisoners.

Several inmates watched for a while, put it down silently, and no one said anything more.

Jin Heling stood up.

"In the poetry competition, Dongcheng Terracotta Division won."

"Good!"

The people of the East City Terracotta Division shouted.

"That's one to six?"

Ni Er shouted out again at an inopportune time.

Looking at those prisoners again, their eyes were like knives, staring at Ni Er.

Oh my God, I just told the truth, as for hating me so much?