The scholars debated for a long time, and finally agreed that the current Academy of Literature had degenerated, and it was a shame to let a great talent like Su Luo fall into the Academy of Martial Arts. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Few people who knew quietly crawled into the ears of their friends, and the eyes of everyone looking at Su Luo became strange again.

One moment of righteous indignation, one moment of worship, another moment of anger, in short, all kinds of expressions.

"Sue... Su Gongzi, I heard earlier that you made a song "Song of Frogs" at the Qionghua Meeting, which is magnificent, so domineering that you have no friends..."

A black-faced scholar hesitated and asked, but was interrupted by Su Luo in the middle of his sentence.

Su Luo knew very well what the black-faced scholar meant, and he just wanted to confirm whether he and Su Luo at the Qionghua meeting were alone at this moment.

"Sitting alone in Longtan is like a tiger, and the spirit is raised under the green poplar tree. If I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound. ”

Su Luo chose to chant the poem "Song of the Frog" in order to prove to everyone present that he was the one who won the first place in the Qionghua Meeting.

"It's a 'I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound.'" , Su Dacaizi's word is really domineering and has no friends. ”

The black-faced scholar didn't count Su Luo, and there was a bit of praise in his words.

Su Luo was stunned, as the black-faced scholar said, his words were so domineering that he had no friends. Why don't you see the scholars attacking him en masse?

This is not like the style of a scholar, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts. How can a scholar admit defeat so easily, how can a master who wants to stir up three points unreasonably be overwhelmed by Su Luo's poem casually?

I saw Song Yanqing winked at the black-faced scholar, and the black-faced scholar nodded in understanding.

"I haven't seen Su Dacai's name for a long time, and when I see it today, Su Dacaizi's two hand-me-down works have opened my eyes."

After some compliments, the black-faced scholar felt that he was much closer to Su Luo.

Su Luo saw that there was a cat between the black-faced scholar and Song Yanqing, and he didn't break it, waiting for the opportunity.

"This virtuous brother has won the award, Su Moujie is just a rural villager, what kind of talent is that. Don't insult the prestige of the great talent. ”

"Where, where~" The black-faced scholar shook his head and said: "It is an honor for my generation to meet Su Dacai today." It just so happened that Miss Xiu'er was also there, so it was better for Su Dacai to compose a song on the spot, and let Miss Xiu'er compose a song, which would be sung to the entire imperial capital. ”

Su Luo raised his eyebrows, his feelings were set for himself here, and he let himself drill in.

As long as this Su Luo opened his mouth to compose words, the Xiu'er girl on the stage would definitely pretend to look down on it. All of a sudden, Song Yanqing's figure will definitely be raised a few points. If Su Luo didn't write the lyrics, the black-faced scholar would definitely make Su Luo unable to get off the stage.

All of a sudden, Su Luo's brows were furrowed, Song Yanqing wanted to establish his image and majesty in front of Tie Le'er, Su Luo didn't care, but stepping on his head to establish an image, then Su Luo was a little unhappy.

Compared with the previous opponents, it is obvious that Song Yanqing is much smarter than them, and the soft knife kills people the most. Su Luo understood this truth, and Song Yanqing must also be proficient in this way.

Song Yanqing relied on his identity, did not make a move, and chose to let his subordinates take action.

"Lyrics?"

Su Luo pretended to be embarrassed for a moment, and the black-faced scholar hurriedly fanned the flames on the side and said: "With Su Dacai's literary talent, how can it be difficult to get Su Dacai's words in one song." Miss Xiu'er is not very famous in the imperial capital, and the words that can be liked by Miss Xiu'er will be sung to the entire Great Qian Dynasty. ”

Seeing Su Luo looking at him suspiciously, the black-faced scholar hurriedly explained: "Qinglanfang is all over the Great Qianchao, specializing in collecting good songs and good words, and then the Quqi people of Qinglanfang will sing them everywhere in the territory of the Great Qianchao. As long as your words are heirlooms, Qinglanfang will let it be sung in every corner of the imperial capital as quickly as possible. ”

Su Luo was stunned, this is like a concert tour in her previous life, so Xiu'er girl is a singer?

Today's word Su Luo will definitely do it, but he hasn't thought about it yet. You can't copy a song "Descendants of the Dragon" and chant it, right? Such a lofty thing may not be understood by the people of the Great Qianchao.

Su Luo pondered for a while, and finally chose a song "Farewell", this word and song were widely sung in the previous life, influencing generations of people.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

Su Luo seemed to be chanting words and singing, with a bit of ethereal flavor, and the people present felt as if they were saying goodbye to their old friends for many years, with a kind of sadness and a kind of expectation.

Sadly, my old friend is about to leave me, and I hope to meet my old friend again as soon as possible.

Everyone present was substituted into a fantasy world by Su Luo, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

The Xiu'er girl in the audience hugged the pipa tightly and looked at Su Luo with a complicated expression. She was the first to wake up from the fantasy world depicted by Su Luo, and Song Yanqing was the second.

It's just that all this is useless, and Miss Xiu'er glanced at Song Yanqing weakly.

Song Yanqing frowned, and looked at Su Luo with a cold face. After feeling Miss Xiu'er's gaze, she gave Miss Xiu'er a look.

The meaning in her eyes is only understood by the Xiu'er girls in the audience.

I don't want to be good to you!

This is Song Yanqing giving the fake Xiu'er girl in the audience a comfort. When Su Luo's song "Farewell" came out, Song Yanqing and the fake Xiu'er girl knew that they had lost.

Conspiracy and trickery are better when people are unprepared, of course, when the difference in strength between the two sides is not large.

If the difference in strength between the two sides is too big, it will be very weak.

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and trickery is nothing more than scum.

Su Luo's "Farewell" is far better than Song Yanqing's "Spring Love" by many levels. This is no longer a gap that can be bridged by intrigues.

With so many people watching, it is impossible for the fake Xiu'er girl and Song Yanqing to talk nonsense with their eyes open.

If this is really done, it will make others question the authenticity of Qinglanfang, and it will make Qinglanfang's reputation plummet.

The fake Xiu'er only appeared here by virtue of the relationship arranged by Song Yanqing, and he couldn't really make decisions on behalf of Xiu'er and Qinglanfang.

Qinglanfang can open the entire Great Qian Dynasty, and the forces behind it are not something that he Song Yanqing can afford to provoke. Unless he moved out of the old ancestor in the house.

It's just for Su Luo alone, and the ancestors who moved out of the house are a bit out of the line.

After Su Luo finished singing once, he felt that it was not enjoyable, but fortunately he jumped down from the second floor and snatched the pipa from the fake Xiu'er's hand.

Where a person played and sang by himself, the lyrics and songs of "Farewell" are all catchy, and after a few times, some scholars sang along with them.

In an instant, Qinglanfang fell into a sea of songs