Qin Sheng had just spoken and composed a poem, but before he could speak, Ouyang Bai, who had been laughing at him by his side, had a sarcastic look in his eyes again, and deliberately elongated and emphasized: "Sure enough, it is our Shuangjia Tongsheng from Dao County, and he has a heroic spirit, but when he talks about Qin Sheng, your arrogance will not become cold air!"

Jiang Cheng on the side heard Ouyang Bai's words, and saw Ouyang Bai's ill intentions from his eyes, and then said solemnly: "Ouyang Bai, don't forget, Qin Sheng is a half-saint and fair double-armor child, as a scribe, you should know what a gentleman and a villain are!"

Jiang Cheng knew that Ouyang Bai asked Qin Sheng to compose poems, he was deliberately making things difficult for Qin Sheng, and after reprimanding Ouyang Bai, he turned his face to Qin Sheng and said: "Qin Sheng, if you can't think of it, forget it, we can see your literary talent, and we will never have the slightest impact on your Shuangjia Tongsheng because you can't make poems right now! Let's go with me and Master Ye! Let us know you in the literary circles of Dao County!"

Although Ouyang Bai was a deputy in the Academy of Literature, he was a little dismissive of Jiang Cheng's words at the moment, which gave him a reason to be fearless, that was because his cousin served in Datong Mansion, and his official position far exceeded that of Jiang Cheng and Ye Long.

Regarding the fact that Qin Sheng was admitted to the top of the list of children in Zhongdao County, and he was also a double-class child, Ouyang Bai was already angry because Qin Sheng had taken the reputation of his grandson Zhu Wen, and today he was awarded the Tongsheng double-armor in the Temple of the Academy of Literature, which even made Ouyang Bai more and more regard Qin Sheng as a thorn in the flesh, for Qin Sheng, Ouyang Bai didn't want him to make a fool of himself all the time, and even wanted to kill Qin Sheng.

Ouyang Bai looked at Qin Sheng with disdainful eyes, and said sarcastically: "Qin Sheng, do you really think that Shuangjia Tongsheng is so easy to get! Tell me about you, once you have never been to a private school, let alone be knowledgeable, and with your virtue under the fence, can you make a masterpiece of poetry! I guess that your so-called poems must have cheated, why should a coarse linen be named a Shuangjia Tongsheng!"

"Ouyang Bai, bold, don't you and Lord Ye Long don't exist? You are so bold, as a scribe, don't you know the power and honor of the saint! But I can't tolerate such a blasphemy of you, if you dare to be disrespectful to Qin Sheng, I, Jiang Cheng, will cancel your literary position!"

Qin Sheng had already thought of a poem at this time, this poem not only rhymed before and after the battle, but also was easy to understand, and the most important thing was that he could slap Ouyang Bai's face fiercely, and suddenly stood up and said to Jiang Cheng: "Lord Jiang, since Lord Ouyang looks up to me Qin Sheng like this, I Qin Sheng really can't stand Lord Ouyang's appreciation if I don't make a poem!" Lord Jiang but rest assured!"

After that, Qin Sheng said to Ouyang Bai: "Lord Ouyang is the ancestor of the literary world, so to promote the junior Qin Sheng, Qin Sheng will present a small poem with the theme of Lord Ouyang today!"

"Okay! There is arrogance, I, Ouyang Bai, am so white that I want to listen to your masterpiece of Shuangjia Qin Sheng!"

Qin Sheng's face was indifferent, because he had already thought of a poem, which was the poem "Yong Needle" by the late Qing scribe Yingjiang.

Ouyang Bai squinted, and said intently: "What, do we Qin Shuangjia still have to choose an hour to compose poems?"

Qin Sheng didn't care about Ouyang Bai's ridicule, but instead showed a hint of a smile and began to say: "A hundred refinements, a thousand hammers, one needle." ”

As soon as Qin Sheng's words fell, Ouyang Bai laughed and sneered: "I said Qin Shuangjia! If you don't have any words, don't say any needles!

Regarding the first sentence of Qin Sheng's poem, to be honest, not only Ouyang Bai, but even Jiang Cheng and Ye Long did not dare to applaud, and suddenly wanted to hear Qin Sheng's next poem.

"Qin Shuangjia, it's time to say the second sentence, let me guess, the next sentence won't be a stitch and a thread of thorn cloth!hahahaha!"

Ouyang Bai was triumphant and laughed repeatedly.

Qin Sheng deliberately pretended to be full of fear and said, "Upside down!"

"Sure enough, it's cloth, sure enough, it's cloth, Qin Shuangjia, are you also a poem!hahahaha!"

Looking at Ouyang Bai's schadenfreude, Qin Sheng continued: "The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize the clothes but not the people!"

After Qin Sheng finished speaking, he then connected the two sentences he had said before and read: "Refining a thousand hammers and a needle, upside down and upside down." The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize the clothes but not the people. ”

After the poem, Qin Sheng looked at Ouyang Bai and said modestly: "Lord Ouyang, Qin Sheng is ugly, I hope Lord Ouyang will correct you." ”

At this moment, Ouyang Bai's face has turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and his face is full of embarrassment, because Qin Sheng's work is not only neat, but also rhymes before and after, and the words are easy to understand, and more importantly, Qin Sheng's poem is clearly satirizing Ouyang Bai's heart of power.

"Thousands of hammers and needles, upside down and upside down, eyes on the buttocks, only recognize the clothes and do not recognize people. seconds, not only the reconciliation is neat, the rhyme is prominent, and it is easy to understand, it is really a masterpiece, a masterpiece!"

The poems written by Qin Sheng all praised Ye Long and Jiang Cheng, especially Jiang Cheng and said: "The eyes are on the buttocks, and I only recognize the clothes but not the people." Let's see if the so-called villains will dare to boast in the future!"

Looking at Ouyang Bai, who was silent, Qin Sheng said indifferently again: "Lord Ouyang, why don't you talk about my poem, is it right that I, Qin Sheng, are I covering my head again!"

Ouyang Bai faced Qin Sheng's questioning, then glanced at Jiang Cheng and Ye Long, turned his face to look at the people in the Academy, and only felt a spicy nameless fire burning on his face, emitting bursts of blazing colic.

In front of so many people, Ouyang Bai, an old scribe with a talented and literary position, didn't expect to fall into the hands of a Qin Sheng, Ouyang Bai felt that he suddenly had no face, and he really wanted to find a hole to drill into.

"Lord Ouyang, Lord Ouyang"

Ouyang Bai looked at Qin Sheng's appearance, and said angrily in his heart: "Qin Sheng, you, don't be complacent, isn't it just a small poem!"

After speaking, Ouyang glanced at Qin Sheng with cold eyes, and walked away angrily.

Seeing Ouyang Bai walking away, Jiang Cheng and Ye Long, the two masters of the Academy of Literature, looked at Qin Sheng with a look of relief on their faces, and then said, "Qin Sheng, be happy!"

"Master Jiang, not only is it happy, but it is also a wonderful work! Hundreds of thousands of hammers and needles, upside down and upside down, eyes on the buttocks, only recognize the clothes and do not recognize people, not only the first atmospheric poem, between the lines is even more exciting and inspiring, full of pride! Qin Sheng, it is really different, different! It seems that your Dao County is really going to produce characters!"

At this moment, an old man dressed in rich clothes came in from outside the gate of the Academy, he had already entered the Academy, and heard the soldiers guarding the gate calling him outside the manor.

"Qin Shengke is still in the Academy of Literature!"

How dare the soldiers guarding the door have the slightest concealment, they kept nodding their heads, and said in their hearts in confusion between nods: "How could a dignified person come to Qin Sheng, how strange will it be?"

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