Hades is better, but the little ghost is difficult. Qin Ze is a little ghost, and in the face of Changsun Chong, maybe Qin Ze is still jealous, but Cui Ling obviously has not reached this level.

So in the face of Cui Ling's sarcasm, Qin Ze showed a wicked smile at the moment, and said to Cui Ling with deep meaning: "Isn't it that Cui Gongzi has an opinion on this Danqing?" Xiaosheng also asked Cui Gongzi for advice. ”

As soon as Qin Ze's words came out, he completely put Cui Ling on the opposite side of Changsun Chong. Next, as long as Cui Ling said no, it would be regarded as deliberately targeting Changsun Chong, completely changing the flavor of a discussion.

The people who eat melons are also smiling evilly, and they are not too big to see the excitement, and they are all looking forward to the exchange between the two talents in Chang'an.

Cui Ling also reacted, and if it was blocked in his mouth, he could only swallow it in his stomach. The eldest grandson Chong, who was on the side, stepped out first, and said to Qin Zeshi: "A certain is the eldest grandson Chong, I don't know what to call Brother Ren?"

At the critical moment, Changsun Chong sang with a white face, completely disrupting a good show. Since the other party gave himself a step, Qin Ze would not be too ignorant, and he also returned the favor at the moment and said: "A certain is Qin Ze, I have been offended a lot before, and I hope that the eldest grandson brother will bear with me."

The poetry meeting was organized by others, and now that something happens, it is natural that it will come out to reconcile. This time I came up to meet Qin Ze, which is already a recognition of Qin Ze. Qin Ze is not a fool, and he sang and harmonized with Changsun Chong at the moment, which can be regarded as bypassing the previous matter.

Seeing that Qin Ze and Cui Ling were no longer speechless, the eldest grandson Chong also shook his head slightly, and said to everyone present: "I think everyone knows what is going on in today's poetry club, the drought has not yet rained, and we and other scholars can only ask for rain poetry in this way, and ask for spring rain from heaven." Today's poetry will be attended by famous talents in Chang'an, and I hope you will show your talents and move the heavens! ”

The words of this seat were simply leaky, and the literati present were all excited, especially Cui Ling, who was stunned.

Of course, there are also some people who have a lack of interest in expression, such as Erhu, this guy came out this time completely to protect Qin Ze's safety, otherwise he would have galloped with Cheng Huailiang a long time ago.

is also Qin Ze, who has a completely bored expression on his face.

"This guy doesn't rain all day, you just need to write a few broken poems, do you really think of yourself as Zhuge Liang?"

"I was able to preside over this poetry meeting, and as in the past, the first round was a test of Danqing's technique. Please also ask for rain as the purpose and make a pair of danqing. ”

The eldest grandson Chong said, and the subordinates who were waiting to be sent moved one by one easel.

Qin Ze roughly estimated that there were about forty or fifty people present, and this easel alone was a lot of consumption.

"Phew, the second generation of evil officials, how many buckets of rice can be exchanged for this." Qin Ze glanced around and muttered a sentence in his mouth.

Because he has been standing outside the Moon Pavilion, there is no one else around him except Wang Fu and Erhu, so he is not afraid of being heard by others.

"The young master deserves to be the young master, exactly as I thought. These young sons and daughters of Chang'an are all so profligate, and they don't know the suffering of our people at all. And I've also heard that the winner of this poetry meeting will receive twenty times. It's ......"

Erhu's words were not finished, because Qin Ze felt as if he had heard something and w, and hurriedly grabbed Erhu and asked, "You just said that the winner will have twenty runs?"

"yes, every year." Erhu nodded inexplicably, with an expression that had never been like this.

"Go, go." Qin Ze urged Erhu again and again: "Hurry up and polish ink for your young master, your young master wants to paint."

One second he was still lacking in interest, and the next second Qin Ze was directly like he had been beaten with chicken blood. Twenty times, how can Qin Ze, who is about to die of money these days, stay calm.

Erhu also knew what virtues his young master had, so after revealing a roll of his eyes to show his disdain, he still sharpened the ink for Qin Ze very responsibly.

The ink was polished, but Qin Ze, who was holding the pen, had a painful face. He just remembered where he would draw something. Since he was a child, his art has been taught by his math teacher, not to mention a landscape, it would be good to be able to draw a chicken eating rice map.

After thinking about it for a long time, Qin Ze still didn't have any idea. I had to put down the pen and leaned over to Wang Fu on the side.

I have to say that this guy still has some background, and in this short period of time, a simple outline has been sketched on his easel. However, he can't draw, but it doesn't mean that Qin Ze can't speak.

After a few rounds of brainstorming, I immediately had an idea. At the moment, he threw away the brush in his hand and watched Wang Fu paint intently.

In this era, ink painting was still at the point of realism, and it was far from forming an artistic conception. So although Qin Ze doesn't know how to paint, he has never eaten pork, and he has also seen pigs run.

After a while, everyone finished painting and set up their easels one after another. Qin Ze intended to protect his easel, but he was still moved away by the unsightly subordinates, and placed it very conspicuously among the many danqing.

"Hey, why is Qin Gongzi's Danqing empty?" Li Shiyun looked at Qin Ze's drawing board, pursed her lips and smiled.

"Qin Gongzi can't be able to paint, right?" Cui Ling naturally won't let go of such a thing as falling into a well.

Although he was indeed hit by him, Qin Ze still raised his head, pointed to the danqing and said: "This is clearly a picture of "Spring and Summer Drought", why would Brother Cui say that?"

"Really?" A smile appeared at the corner of Cui Ling's mouth, he didn't believe Qin Ze's nonsense, in his opinion, Qin Ze definitely didn't know how to paint. At that moment, he asked again: "I don't know what Brother Qin can draw?"

"Here we have painted the Bashui River, here we have painted a farmland, and here we have a farmer." Qin Ze pointed to the easel as he spoke, looking like he was in trouble.

Not to mention, his guidance really made everyone stretch their necks and look at the easel, but of course they couldn't see anything.

Cui Ling's face turned a little blue, Qin Ze's cheekiness was completely beyond his expectations, but it also succeeded in angering him.

"Brother Qin, don't you think that I am so easy to deceive that I made up such a statement? I don't know where the Bashui River in Brother Qin's mouth is? ”

"It's said that the weather is dry, so it's naturally dry." Qin Ze pursed his lips and replied with such a simple question, you also have to ask.

"Are you ......" Cui Ling stammered for a while, his eyes became colder and colder, and he asked again: "Then dare to ask where is the farmland that Brother Qin said?"

"The Bashui River has dried up, and naturally it has also withered."

"The farmer, where did the farmer go?"

"The crops are dead, why are the farmers still here?" Every time Qin Ze answered, the disdain on his face deepened, and in the end, it was almost turned into ridicule.

"Puff~" Li Shiyun pursed her lips again and let out a clear laugh, Qin Ze is indeed interesting, although he is a scoundrel, he is also likable.

The other literati, although they didn't laugh out loud, also twitched their facial muscles one by one, and they knew at a glance that they were enduring it very hard.

"It's just a rhetoric." In the end, Cui Ling just threw out such a sentence, and then ignored Qin Ze.

After being deflated twice in front of Qin Ze in a row, Cui Ling also reined in. The poetry meeting also went on normally with the quiet of the two people.

The selection of Danqing is to put all the works together, and then the selection by everyone, and finally select the works that can convince everyone.

Cui Ling's painting is also about the Bashui River, but farmland is added to one side, and the leaves of the crops in it are beginning to wither. In terms of technique alone, his paintings are more expansive and he has done more things.

Li Shiyun's paintings are much more delicate, but they don't paint the Bashui River, they all paint a piece of farmland covered with a layer of dust. Compared with Cui Ling, although her paintings are simple, the depth of expression is much stronger than that of the other party.

But a small poem was also written next to it:

After three hours of scorching drought and bad weather, the fortune of heaven was lost.

Dust flies in the river, and there is no grass in the fields.

The river is so dry that it kicks up dust, and even weeds don't grow in the fields, which tells the bitterness of drought. It also made Qin Ze look sideways slightly, but he didn't expect Li Shiyun to be able to make such atmospheric verses.

Wang Yuxi's painting is also only a little bit, and it depicts a farmer sitting on his own rice field, looking at the gray sky in a daze. The rice fields, which were supposed to be full of crops, are now empty and desolate, especially the farmer sitting in the middle, and a few strokes of the rice field are now empty and desolate.

There is also a small poem next to it:

In March, there was no rain and dry winds, and the wheat seedlings were not beautiful and many died.

It was originally the autumn grain of Baocang, and now he sits alone in the cold old man.

After looking at it this time, Qin Ze was only stunned. Not to mention their Danqing level, just these verses are all outstanding. This made him understand a little more about these ancients.

However, when everyone saw the danqing made by Wang Fu, they frowned one by one.

Wang Fu also painted the Bashui River, and it was the Moon Pavilion, or rather, these people, there was no change at all. I didn't see a bit of drought, but I did my best to draw the demeanor of everyone present.

"I don't know if this benevolent brother heard the request clearly, but he really can't understand it?" Changsun Chong looked at Wang Fu and asked with some confusion.

Waiting for the eldest grandson Chong's question, Qin Ze handed Wang Fu a brush very cooperatively. Under the attention of the crowd, Wang Fu lifted the brush and drew again on the other side of the painting.

This time, he still painted a figure, but a child, carrying a huge bucket, fetching water by the Bashui River.

Mo, it's also a little poem that I put pen to:

The wind is clear and the clouds are light, the sun is high, and the peach blossom and willow leaves are good.

The half-grown child was looking for boiled water, and the prince and grandson shook the fan.

Quiet, everyone present was silent. Wang Fu's brushstrokes are like the finishing touch, especially the child, who is clearly only five or six years old, but he wants to come to the Bashui River to carry water. You must know that the closest place to the Bashui River is more than ten miles before there is a farm.

Although it is not said that there is drought, even the draught has to run so far, but it is a complete expression of drought. Especially since this is still a child, it is not difficult to imagine what is his adult now? Is it dead, or is it too hungry to walk?

Besides, that little poem, like a painting, formed two huge contrasts, pointing directly at these self-proclaimed talents.