"Smashing the field? Little brother, you are talking a little bigger, do you know who people are here? How dare you say such a big thing? ”

The scholar who came up obviously hasn't figured out the situation yet, why is it that every passerby has been driven out of the smashing field now? Really when these talented people don't exist?

"Why, you don't dare?" Mo Qian tilted his head and said with a smile, but his face was definitely not good-looking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmph, you dare to come out like this as a nobody, it's just that you want to rub the light of Xiao Dacai and others, how can we fall for you?"

When the voice on this side began to get louder, Xiao Yuanheng Xiao Dacai on the other side slowly put down his pen, glanced at this side, and said unhappily: "What's wrong?" Why do you let anyone in casually and don't know my rules? ”

These voices have already affected his poetry, and when Mo Qian broke in just now, he was not very happy, but he didn't care much when he saw that someone had already gone to drive him away, but this guy didn't drive anyone out after saying so much.

This made him very displeased, and when he saw Mo Qian's face, he found that this person was even more handsome than himself, and there was already a trace of fire in his heart.

Xiao Yuanheng's voice immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, "Do you see it?" Xiao Gongzi scolded people, and even looked good when he scolded. A woman who looked like she was from a wealthy family said.

"It's really very manly, that's how a manly man should be."

"But I think that Lang Jun over there seems to be a little more handsome." Another egg-faced woman said.

"What do you say? Have you forgotten that we support Xiao Gongzi? ”

"But it's really that little Langjun who is more handsome......" The egg-faced woman muttered to herself, but she didn't dare to let the woman hear it just now.

Mo Qian turned around and stared at Xiao Yuanheng, thinking about it, how could a well-known talent compete with a passer-by of unknown origin, not only losing points, but also not pleasing him.

And for people who break in like this, there is nothing wrong with driving them out, and there is nothing wrong with saying something ugly.

Mo Qian understands the truth, but what happened to him is not so happy, are you a genius, are you amazing? Are you a genius who can let others roll around? Today's field is smashed by itself!

"Is that so?" Mo Qian silently took a piece of jade pendant-like from his waist, picked it up and put it in front of everyone.

The night was too dark for everyone to notice just now, but when they put it in the bright place, everyone's eyes slowly widened, and their faces showed an incredible expression.

They are really seeing it clearly now, this is not a jade pendant at all, but a crystal clear, a delicate crystal carved into the shape of a jade pendant, in the eyes of everyone, this crystal shines with infinite brilliance, dazzling people can't take their eyes off, everyone's attention is on this crystal.

You know, how precious a crystal is in Daqi, rare is expensive, ordinary crystals are simply rare in Daqi, not to mention the value of a thousand gold, even if it is a priceless treasure.

And the ordinary ones are still flawed, or not pure enough, but this crystal is different, everyone can see it.

There is no flaw at all, crystal clear, and he can clearly reflect his face on it, such a crystal is simply a treasure of a small country.

Is it really appropriate to wear it on such a young person's body like this?

So how terrifying is this person's identity? Now that genius just now has a little regret, it seems that this person is not so simple, don't really get into trouble.

"You...... What do you want to do with this crystal? The man stammered. Mo Qian smiled faintly, and then smiled, "As long as any of you present can compose a poem and win me, this piece of crystal will belong to him."

"What? Everyone was a little unable to sit still, and the talented man who spoke wildly just now was even weaker, which ...... This is simply a shocking gamble, what kind of loser can sit down and make this decision, or rather, what kind of poetic person can say this sentence so confidently.

But Mo Qian didn't care at all, this was not a crystal at all, that is, a more beautifully made colorless glass, Mo Qian with modern technology wanted to make it, there was no difficulty at all, but the yield was not high.

And this piece is Mo Qian's play, of course, the one at today's party was only worn under Guan Fan's strong recommendation, after all, in Mo Qian's eyes, readers generally wear jade pendants.

Only such a warm thing can be in line with the identity of a scholar, and when everyone is wearing a jade pendant, there is a piece of glass hanging on your waist, what is this?

But this piece of glass represents a different meaning in the eyes of everyone, even awe.

"What do you want?" Xiao Yuanheng's eyes were staring at the crystal tightly, "As long as you can get this crystal, you can ask for it!" ”

"As I just said, as long as everyone here can defeat me with poetry, then this piece of crystal belongs to him. But...... If no one can defeat it...... All the talented people present must swear that they will never treat people like this again in the future, even if they are lower than you......"

Mo Qian turned his head and glanced coldly at the genius just now: "And you, you have to kneel down and apologize to me and swear!" ”

If you want to play, just play bigger, after Mo Qian arrived in Daqi, he didn't take the initiative to provoke others at all, he has always been just the object of being provoked, today, even if he plays a little bigger?

"You, how can you ......" The genius just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Xiao Yuanheng on the side, "Okay, that's it, as long as any of us present composes poems that surpass you, you have to hand over the crystal in your hand, otherwise, do as you say." ”

"Young Master Xiao, can you consider this matter again?" The genius said in a hurry.

"Well, do you have any comments?" Xiao Yuanheng looked around at the talented man next to him for a week, and saw that those people had nothing to worry about, it happened that the prince of Jingjiang was preparing to do his birthday recently, and he was worried that he had nothing to give, now it's okay, this is really a big gift, as long as the prince is happy, then will his career be far?

"Okay, we've all agreed, and we'll do as you say."

"This man is a fool, isn't he? There are so many talented people here, do you really think that he is the only one who can write poetry? ”

"Okay, this time, it's up to you to use your means to see who the living flowers are."

The people next to him have no dispute about the ownership of this crystal at all, and no one will be able to return to the original owner anyway, which is a fact. So many people present dare to say heads-up, isn't this looking for death?

"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, a slightly older scholar came over, with an elegant image, and more calm than Xiao Yuanheng.

Just now he was writing poetry on the other side, a little far away, so he didn't hear what was happening here, but when he came over, there was a "hiss" sound next to him.

This is a famous talent in the capital, it is Zhao Yunqing, the pillar of the Qionglin Poetry Society, Xiao Yuanheng's talent is already very high in the capital's lifting circle, but this person is even more above it, and he is the one who has steadily overwhelmed the other.

It can be said that as long as Zhao Yunqing appears in the poetry meeting, Xiao Yuanheng can only rank second, and Xiao Yuanheng, as the second in the millennium, also has his own pride, he looked at Zhao Yunqing with a little displeasure, and then said what happened just now.

After that, Zhao Yunqing didn't say anything, just stood aside and watched quietly, he wouldn't be involved in these things, but it was no problem to look at them from the side.

"I heard that someone recently has a talented man named Mo Qian who has returned to the capital, and his poetry talent is superb, and it seems that this person is this person."

He had already seen Mo Qian's figure from a distance just now, and even the tragic situation of Mo Qian's escape could be seen clearly, and he saw Mo Qian rushing in without a head, but he was composing a poem, so he ignored it.

But I didn't expect it to be like this in just a blink of an eye. But this also happened to take advantage of his wishes, and he also wanted to see what kind of talent this person named Mo Qian had.

"That's it, come on, help this son get the paper, pen and inkstone, and ask this son to leave the ink treasure." Xiao Yuanheng said expressionlessly.

The paper, pen, ink and inkstone were arranged, and Xiao Yuanheng asked, "I don't know what poem you want to compare?" ”

"You say, I'm just here to smash the field, no matter what." Xiao Yuanheng almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, you all know that you are here to smash the field, you still don't care about this? Idiot, Xiao Yuanheng said silently in his heart, but this made him breathe a sigh of relief, he likes such a fool the most, it is really a crystal for free, then I am welcome.

So Xiao Yuanheng didn't care about anything, and said lightly: "I made a poem just now, and I didn't bother to write it again, it was a poem with the theme of the month, as long as I could write a better poem than that poem, I would admit that I lost." ”

Xiao Yuanheng pretended to be very indifferent and said. But Zhao Yunqing, who was standing on the side casually, sneered in his heart, others didn't know, but he knew that Xiao Yuanheng had been thinking about this poem in his heart for a long time, and he was waiting to defeat himself in one fell swoop at the poetry meeting.

There is no one who says shamelessly and is so high-sounding.

Xiao Yuanheng also laughed secretly in his heart, he had been thinking about this poem for a long time, just for the title of the second thousand-year-old child, how could it be that he had just come up with it?

This poem definitely represents his highest level, originally wanted to be used to deal with Zhao Yunqing, but now he can only use it in advance, just thinking of the crystal on Mo Qian's body, Xiao Yuanheng's heart is constantly excited, as long as he has this crystal, what does it matter if he is the second in a thousand years?

"Please, Your Excellency." Xiao Yuanheng waved his hand, very personable.

But what he didn't know was that Mo Qian's heart was already about to burst into laughter, are people so funny these years? Write poems about the moon?

Mo Qian dared to say that even the "Silent Night Thoughts" used for enlightenment when he was a child was enough to kill this so-called genius in seconds, and those few words directly described a scene of homesickness of a wanderer extremely moving, which was definitely not comparable to what he heard after arriving in Daqi.

But Mo Qian didn't plan to use this poem, this poem has special feelings for many people, so Mo Qian was really reluctant to take it out.

It's just that in addition, Mo Qian doesn't believe it, he remembers so many poems about the moon, can't he cure him?

Then I won't have the face to meet these bigwigs even after a hundred years.

So Mo Qian picked up the pen and wrote the first sentence on it.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

Xiao Yuanheng glanced at it coldly, no matter how talented you are, but you have a calculating or unintentional, after so many years of carving poems, if you can't win the poems you made on the spot, then what are you still messing around in the capital?

And this first sentence is not an amazing poem, if nothing else, I will win.

So Xiao Yuanheng set his sights on the crystal, and soon, this piece of crystal will become his own bag.

But before Xiao Yuanheng had time to take a closer look, there were exclamations around him.

"Zhao Gongzi, Zhao Gongzi? What happened to you? Xiao Yuanheng looked at Zhao Yunqing beside him and fell into deep thought, and he didn't come back to his senses after calling twice, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, looking at the fair font on the table.

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio...... Good words, good words! ”

"The moon does not drink, and the shadow disciples follow me. For the time being, the moon will be goodbye, and the joy must be spring. ”

"Eternal knot ruthless travel, phase period Miaoyun Han ......"

"This poem ......" As Mo Qian's handwriting spread out on the rice paper, the eyes of everyone present gradually turned from doubt to shock, and when Mo Qian stopped writing, Xiao Yuanheng no longer knew what to say.

Zhao Yunqing said, "How is this poem compared to Xiao Dacai?" ”

Those talents who had read Xiao Yuanheng's poems before said in a daze: "The light of rice grains, how can it compete with the bright moon, how can that poem be compared with this one, this poem ...... Passed down to the next generation! ”

"Heirlooms?" Xiao Yuanheng was stunned, he thought, it was not impossible for the other party to surpass him, but he never thought that the other party's level would be so high.

"Then please bring your poem to us and watch it." Mo Qian smiled.

At this moment, Xiao Yuanheng rushed to his desk and tore the poems on it into pieces resentfully, and then said gloomily: "In the future, I will never write poems about the moon." (To be continued.) )