At this moment, Zhang Yang's heart was full of pride.

As his name suggests, others are already arrogant, but they were lost face by Jia Chen just now, so they were naturally angry in their hearts, and now they have finally pulled back a game. got all the face he had just lost back, and even took the opportunity to step on Jia Chen's head.

He pretended to be kind enough to give the poems to Jia Chen, if Jia Chen used his poems, then Jia Chen would fall into his trap and would be laughed at by everyone.

However, Lu Xiangsheng glared at Zhang Yang fiercely.

This guy is simply arrogant, and he dares to make such a mess of the minister.

Don't say he's the prince's brother-in-law.

Even if the prince himself came, he didn't dare to be disrespectful to the minister.

The minister of the Qin mission bears the emperor's order, hangs the sword of Shangfang at his waist, and holds the heavenly constitution in his mouth, as if His Majesty is here today.

But Lu Xiangsheng couldn't expose Jia Chen's identity as a chaplain in the Qinglou, so as not to damage Tianwei, and he couldn't defeat Zhang Yang with poetry, after all, he was a martial artist and couldn't make poems in such a short time.

Jia Chen seemed to see through what he was thinking, and asked with a smile: "Lord Lu, would you like to write for me?" ”

Hearing this, Lu Xiangsheng hurriedly brought pen and paper and said with a smile:

"Lord Jia, please speak."

Jia Chen picked up the glass of wine on the table unhurriedly, raised his head and drank it all, and said loudly:

"The ancient rivers and mountains are uncertain, and in the sound of the horns, the horses come and go frequently."

As soon as this sentence came out, the hall was in an uproar.

This sentence alone, everyone was like being struck by lightning, one by one stunned, standing in place.

Lu Xiangsheng, who was carrying a brush, even forgot to write, even if he was not good at poetry, he could feel the shock and power of this poem.

In the amazed eyes of everyone, Jia Chen slowly put down the wine glass, picked up a wine jug, raised his head and poured a large sip into his mouth, and continued to recite:

"Who can speak of desolation? The west wind blows the old red maple tree. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces turned red and they were excited.

Although Jia Chen had not finished reading all the sentences, everyone already had a premonition that they were about to witness a poem that has been passed down through the ages.

In this era, the literati still have a very high status, although poetry is a small way, but if it can make a swan song for the ages, it is a different matter, enough to be famous in the literary world and famous throughout the country.

Jia Chen poured a big sip of wine again in the dull and eager eyes of everyone, slowly walked to the door, looked up at the afterglow of the slanting sun, and chanted:

"There have always been countless grievances? Iron Horse Jingo, Qingzuka Dusk Road. ”

This third sentence is like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, which makes everyone's hearts beat and surprised.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang trembled slightly, and a strong horror rose in his heart that was triumphant just now.

Worst!

This is not at all what I expected.

Zhang Yang had a faint premonition that he might become Jia Chen's stepping stone and leave a name for eternity.

If someone talks about Jia Chen's poem in the future, they will laugh at his inadequacy.

Under Zhang Yang's frightened and remorseful gaze, Jia Chen walked to the door, drank all the wine in the jug, and lightly recited the last line of poetry:

"How deep is the love? The sunset in the mountains is shining in the deep autumn rain. ”

After the last word was recited, the audience fell silent.

This poem is a famous poem through the ages, and the author is Nalan Xingde.

Nalan Ci was a big killer he had already thought of.

This kind of top-notch poetry, no matter what era it is placed in, is a peerless masterpiece.

Only Jia Chen successfully passed the three exams.

In the eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred of everyone, the little maid invited Jia Chen to go upstairs to meet Liu Rushi.

Jia Chen's eyes lit up, this Liu Ru is indeed a beauty.

The willow eyebrows are bent, a pair of fox eyes seem to be smiling but not smiling, the bridge of the nose is small, the red lips are moist and shiny, the figure is exquisite, the smoke is flattering, and the god is flying.

Jia Chen only glanced at it, and then left in Liu Ru's surprised gaze.

It's not because Liu Ru is not good-looking, but because Jia Chen only loves Lin Daiyu alone, and has no idea of in-depth communication with Liu Ru.

Lu Xiangsheng saw that Jia Chen came out so quickly, and thought that he was weak, so he secretly thought about going back to get some high-quality tonic and giving it to Jia Chen.

How did Jia Chen know that Lu Xiangsheng, a big boss, had such a mind?

This time in the red sleeve move, Zhang Yang was lost face by Jia Chen, and he was depressed in his heart.

Coincidentally, a young friend of his, named Cao Bianjiao, came to him for a drink.

This Cao Bianjiao is the nephew of the famous general Cao Wenzhao, who has little courage and extraordinary martial arts.

Zhang Yang instigated Cao Bianjiao to compete with Jia Chen.

As soon as Cao Bianjiao heard that Jia Chen lifted the stone grinding disc with one hand, he was as powerful as an ox, which aroused his competitive spirit.

Zhang Yang sent someone to hand over a letter of war to Lu Xiangsheng and asked him to forward it to Jia Chen.

Lu Xiangsheng didn't dare to hide it from Jia Chen, and handed over the battle book to him.

Jia Chen happily responded.

On the appointed day, Lu Xiangsheng was responsible for presiding over the competition.

Jia Chen came to the martial arts arena behind the yamen of the Luoyang prefect.

Zhang Yang and Cao Bianjiao also came.

As soon as Jia Chen saw the strong young man beside Zhang Yang, who was as powerful as a tiger, he knew that this person's martial arts were extraordinary.

Lu Xiangsheng was afraid that Jia Chen would be injured, so he proposed to try horse racing.

Jia Chen casually agreed.

Cao Bianjiao also agreed.

Lu Xiangsheng ascended to the stage and said to Jia Chen and Cao Bianjiao:

"Now that the two sides have reached an agreement, let's start the competition now. I have said in advance, this is a fair competition, stop at the point, and do not hurt anyone. ”

Hearing this, Cao Bianjiao sneered in his heart, but he still agreed on his face.

Jia Chen was not stunned at all, and smiled indifferently. Bow your head slightly, indicating that you know.

Lu Xiangsheng asked people to prepare the track on the school field, there were various obstacles on the track, and a flag was planted at the finish line, and the first to capture the flag won.

There were some soldiers around the track who were training, and they were driven by curiosity to gather around the track to watch the excitement.

When Jia Chen and Cao Bianjiao came to the starting point, a groom immediately led the horses of the two.

However, the groom has been bought by Zhang Yang.

The horse that the groom gave to Cao Bianjiao is black, the hair is soft and translucent, and the figure is tall and majestic.

Everyone looked at Jia Chen's horse, but they felt a little funny.

This horse is short and small, and there are some miscellaneous hairs on its body, this is a bad horse of dozens or two!

When Lu Xiangsheng saw this situation, he was furious and scolded: "This bastard! Darn! ”

He didn't expect Zhang Yang to use such despicable means.

Zhang Yang wanted to see Lu Xiangsheng and Jia Chen deflated, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Poof! Hahaha! ”

Some onlookers also laughed and criticized.

Cao Bianjiao didn't know that this was Zhang Yang's hands and feet, and said with a smile:

"Jia Chen, if you don't have a good horse, I'll give you one!"

At this time, Zhang Yang's heart is not to mention how happy, this time it is really stable, what he gave Cao Bianjiao is a sweaty BMW, and what he provides to Jia Chen is only an inferior horse, even if he grows two more legs, he can't win.

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