Twenty against twenty!

Yue Qianqiu's face at the door did not move at all, thinking that this simple and crude question would never be rejected by the other party. Sure enough, the students of the Wenhua Pavilion around Zhong Xiaobai over there first discussed a lot, and then they were eager to try, and they all gathered around Zhong Xiaobai for a while to instigate him to agree.

The topic is simple, the requirements are simpler, but since it is twenty songs, it is a comparison of collective ability rather than individual ability, how can they lose? Even if people prepare it in advance, one or two songs are easy to do, ten songs and eight masterpieces may still be possible, and twenty songs are simply wishful thinking! For such a simple topic, they have countless past assignments, and they don't even need to think about it, just pick a good one!

Under this kind of excitement, Zhong Xiaobai responded without thinking: "Okay, it's up to you!" ”

And before Yue Qianqiu could cross the threshold and enter the door, he heard Xiao Qingqing's indifferent voice from behind: "You just let me come to see this kind of monkey play where talented people chant poems and pretend to be pretended?" ”

After a trip to Beiyan, Yue Qianqiu knew that it was not like the Confucian scholars in the south, all of them were barbarians who drank blood, on the contrary, except for the cruelty of the political struggle, the literati and writers there were no less than those in the north, and there were also scholars who were very fond of literature among the emperor's relatives.

Even the arrogant and domineering golden branches and jade leaves of the twelve princesses will never casually go to the stubble of civil officials. And among civil officials, it has always been a very common phenomenon to chant poetry and form associations to enjoy fun.

Therefore, he didn't expect Xiao Qingqing to belittle the poetry and song so low, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise at the moment: "Is it possible that the palace master didn't read the poetry when he was a child...... Sui poems? Could it be that you have always only looked at Sun Tzu's Art of War and Taigong's Art of War...... Well, all sorts of art of war? ”

Xiao Jingxian saw that Xiao Qingqing was choked and turned blue, he had never seen her with such an expression, he couldn't laugh out loud, and he immediately endured it quite hard. And the third prince didn't know where Xiao Qingqing was, but he still hated that she dared to hold herself hostage before, and couldn't help but say at this time: "Nine princes, even in Dayan, after the children with conditions in the family were enlightened when they were young, poetry and Chu Ci are often a must-read. ”

"I did read the poems, but I forgot them. Life is like a white horse, time is precious, where can you put the limited time on useless poetry and songs! Xiao Qingqing didn't lower her voice, and when she saw the teenagers who had just heard the words in front of her, many of them showed anger in their eyes, and she burst out laughing.

"Taigong Liutao, I have my back like a stream. Sun Tzu's Art of War, I also memorize it backwards. "Yin Fu", "Jiang Yuan", "Mengde's New Book" ...... These military books from the past to the present, "Spring and Autumn", "Historical Records", and "Warring States Policy...... There are so many official histories and wild histories, I have to see them in my eyes and remember them in my heart, where can I bother to remember those poems and songs that have no effect except for sadness and sadness? ”

The third prince had only seen Xiao Qingqing's outstanding demeanor and noble temperament before, even if the cold face was there, the suspicious charm was also prohibitive, but he didn't expect the argument that people spit out was so amazing.

He glanced at Xiao Jingxian, who had a delicate face, and thought that in the past, the eldest princess was nothing more than relying on his power to oppress herself, and then saw that in the Yinghua Hall, the young students of the Wenhua Hall were all filled with righteous indignation, so he took the opportunity to stab.

"King Jin's view of poetry and poetry won't be so utilitarian, right?"

Before Xiao Jingxian could answer, Zhong Xiaobai had already said angrily: "Yue Qianqiu, what kind of troublemaker are you invited!" If you don't want to communicate, you can refuse before, even if you are not sure now, you can admit defeat, say these deviant words, do you want to provoke all the literati and ink artists of my Great Wu? ”

At this moment, Yue Qianqiu didn't need to look at Xiao Jingxian to know that that guy's face must have a self-inflicted expression. Although he really regretted it very much now, he would have made such a bad idea to summon Xiao Qingqing to the emperor before, but since it was his own trouble, he had to stand up for it, so he took a deep breath and simply crossed the threshold with his head held high.

"Zhong Xiaobai, the guest was invited by me, but the Red Moon Palace Lord feels that history books and the art of war are far better than poetry and songs, that is her opinion, not mine. Personally, I don't completely agree with her, but she is free to express her opinions! If you want me to say, you can naturally choose what you like to read, but you don't need to feel that what you read is useful, and what others read is useless! ”

Yue Qianqiu said, turned around and looked at Xiao Qingqing calmly: "There is poetry and books in the belly, since the Lord of the Red Moon Palace likes to read history and the art of war, then after you read a passage of Zhuge Wuhou's biography, maybe you will leave some comments, right?" At that time, it was a pity that he did his best but in vain, and he still whispered, "Three times to worry about the world, two dynasties to help the old ministers." Die before leaving the school, and make the hero cry'? ”

Seeing that Xiao Qingqing suddenly showed a little surprise, he shrugged his shoulders and said: "When I saw that Liuhou Zhang Liang had made a lifetime of meritorious service and finally retreated calmly, did he say that he retreated with his whole body, or did he sigh that 'in the survival of the Han industry, Liuhou should be calm." Guling began to discuss Han Pengdi, and the resumption of the road Fang Tu Yong tooth seal'? ”

After dropping two sentences of the bookbag, he immediately stopped, stepped forward and sat down on the seat that Zhou Jiyue pointed out to him with his eyes, and said with a smile: "Compared with the art of war in history books, poetry and poetry can only look pleasant, but it is not as useless as you say.

You can read history books and military books from an early age, most children can't, but you can memorize a few more poems, and their horizons can be broadened. They are not like you, they are golden branches and jade leaves on the ground, and they may not be able to leave their villages and counties for the rest of their lives, but they can appreciate this great landscape and outstanding people from those poems and songs passed down by word of mouth. ”

Speaking of this in one breath, Yue Qianqiu said with a smile: "I am a martial artist who can't write poetry, but I never underestimate those real great writers and poets." Of course, I will only write three or two crooked poems, and I will only talk about the sour scholars who are pretentious all the time, thinking that the world is in control, then I will be insensitive. ”

Yue Qianqiu refuted Xiao Qingqing's words in the front, whether it was the teenagers in the Wuying Pavilion or the Wenhua Pavilion, whether they read more or less, they couldn't help but agree, but in the end, Yue Qianqiu's three words of sour scholar and the large adjectives in front of him stung many people at once, and Zhong Xiaobai was the first to think of the experience of being satirized at the Winter Meeting of the Guozijian before.

He was so angry that he said: "Yue Qianqiu, who do you want to insinuate who is a sour scholar?" ”

"Whoever has a ghost in his heart, I will insinuate him!" Yue Qianqiu saw that Zhong Xiaobai was trembling with anger, but Xiao Qingqing, who had just been choked by him, had already recovered, and at this time, ignoring the gaze of those teenagers, Shi Shiran walked into Yinghua Hall,

It was only at this time that Zhou Jiyue, who had been watching the excitement just now, smiled and clapped her hands and said, "Okay, Qianqiu is just here to see the excitement today, don't let him take up the limelight!" Ladies and gentlemen of the Wenhua Pavilion, if you are not convinced that people say that poetry and songs are useless, if you are not convinced that Qianqiu is saying how sour scholars are, then use your own masterpieces to refute him! ”

Only then did Zhong Xiaobai suppress the emotion in his heart that he didn't know whether it was anger or chagrin. Seeing that the pen and paper were delivered, someone on his side couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and dip the pen in ink, and he worked hard to write, but the young man on Zhou Jiyue's side was pointing and pointing, and there was no tension at all, and he suddenly had a feeling that it was not so appropriate.

He even had a thought - fortunately, at that time, there were students in the Wenhua Pavilion who had too much self-confidence and said that the bet should be set for the loser to strip off his shirt and run around Jinling City three times, and he immediately angrily reprimanded Sven for sweeping the floor, otherwise if he lost, wouldn't it be a shame and a lifetime? But as soon as this thought was born, he was strangled by him.

It's too useless to say before you can compare!

But Yue Qianqiu just said that he was a martial artist who couldn't write poetry, why did he never hear of the two poems that lamented Zhuge Wuhou and Liuhou Zhang Liang? Could it really be that the talented staff group of Yuefu made it, or is the collection of books in Heming Xuan far from the bottom...... What about today's twenty poems that chant the Four Gentlemen......

As someone on his side finished a poem overnight, handed in the volume with pride, and then a loud voice that had been carefully selected for a long time recited this sprinkling poem, and the Wenhua Pavilion was suddenly jubilant.

And with this one being completed first, then the second and third were followed...... The young people who were born in a scholarly family and consciously made great progress in the Wenhua Pavilion gave full play to the characteristics of solid basic skills, and wrote poems and songs one by one, with a variety of patterns.

When another long poem of Yuefu was finally written, Zhong Xiaobai saw that the other side had not yet started, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Sect Master Zhou, when do you have to delay to start?" ”

Zhou Jiyue couldn't help laughing: "I don't dare to be the Sect Master of Zhou as Zhong Gongzi." Besides, everyone in the Wuying Pavilion is the same door, there is no Sect Master Zhou, I am the oldest, and everyone often prefers to call me Brother Zhou. If you don't mind, you can just call me by my name. As for the one who takes the lead......"

She glanced left and right, but said to Song Pujia: "Senior Sister Song, how about starting with you?" ”

Song Pujia was suddenly overjoyed. She shook her hand and refused the pen and paper, and after taking a step forward with her head held high, she said bluntly: "Then I will throw bricks and lead jade first, and come to a song of fortune operator Yongmei - by the broken bridge outside the post, 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. ”

She shook her head and shook her head to finish reading, and then hooked her hand to Emei Sanshu behind her and said, "Sister Baijia, Hongjia and Zijia, my song is finished, you guys!" ”

Yue Qianqiu didn't expect Song Pujia to even pretend, she couldn't bear to look directly at these lame actors, and suddenly coughed and got up and said, "I'll go first to make it easier." ”

He didn't look at the expressions of the others, and immediately walked away. As soon as his front foot flashed out of the back door of Yinghua Hall, he saw Xu Hao falling from the wall. This was an unscheduled meeting, so he was stunned and hurriedly greeted him.

"Ninth Prince, I just got the news...... Xu Hao stepped forward and whispered a few words in Yue Qianqiu's ear, seeing that this Ninth Prince nodded understandingly, it was not good for him to stay near Yinghua Hall, the central area of this martial arts pavilion, and immediately quit the same way.

And Yue Qianqiu stood there thinking about the news, but when he forgot about the competition inside, Xiao Qingqing's cold voice came from behind him: "Don't you think it's really out of tune to let a little girl who has not been deeply involved in the world say 'scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before'?" ”