Chapter 11: Wendou, Good Poetry!
Chu Mo stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at Zhai Rongxuan with an indifferent expression.
Seeing Chu Mo's demeanor like this, Zhai Rongxuan's face couldn't help but be gloomy, and said, "This benevolent brother is not small, so do you know who are the talented people who participated in the poetry meeting this time?" Listening to your tone, it seems that none of these people are worth mentioning in front of you? ”
Zhai Rongxuan questioned again.
Cai Zhongming, who was on the side, also said at this moment: "Young Master Chu, right?" In Ben Shao's opinion, let alone those talents in the venue, even if it is the two of us, I am afraid it is not something you can compare. Miss Wen, although Ben Shao doesn't know what the relationship between this Prince Chu and you is, Ben Shao thinks that it is better for Miss Wen to have less contact with this kind of open-mouthed person, and today is also what the two of us see, if it is the prince......
Speaking of this, Cai Zhongming did not say any more, but the threat in his words was extremely strong.
Hearing Cai Zhongming's words, Wen Qingyuan frowned slightly, and said with a displeased expression: "Cai Shao, please be cautious!" What is the relationship between Prince Chu and the little girl, it seems that it has nothing to do with His Royal Highness the Prince, and it has nothing to do with you! ”
When the two of them heard this, their faces couldn't help but change slightly, but Chu Mo on the side showed a smile on his face, and then said lightly: "Miss Wen, no matter how much you talk to such a person, it's just playing the piano to the cow. Even the two of you are more talented than you? ”
"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and don't hesitate to teach?"
Originally, because of Wen Qingyuan's words, the two of them were angry, but at this moment, seeing that this kid who didn't know the height of the sky dared to speak up, the two of them also found the punching bag in an instant, and their eyes looked at Chu Mo.
"Teaching? It's up to you? ”
Zhai Rongxuan looked at Chu Mo condescendingly, and didn't see him in his eyes at all.
"Naturally, don't you dare? Or is it scared? Chu Mo said defiantly.
"Haha, Ben Shao will be afraid of you dirt bun? Good! Since you're not bored with yourself, this son will fulfill you today! It just so happens that Miss Wen is here, so you might as well let Miss Wen be the judge. ”
"Tell me, what do you want to do!"
Zhai Rongxuan sneered.
"Simple, since the two of you think that your literary talent is above the bottom, then we naturally win or lose by literary talent. Today, how are we fighting poetry? ”
Chu Mo said with a relaxed face.
"However, since it's a competition, it should naturally need some chips as a bet, I don't know what the young master of the Shilang family thinks?"
"What chips?"
When Zhai Rongxuan heard this, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Simple, in your eyes, it's just a little dirt bun below, what does this dirt bun love? Naturally, it's money, so why don't we bet on silver taels in this competition, and block it for 10,000 taels, how about it? ”
Hearing Chu Mo's words, Zhai Rongxuan looked at him with a playful expression, and said, "It's just 10,000 taels, and it's ...... less."
Before Zhai Rongxuan could finish speaking, Chu Mo interrupted him by opening his mouth.
"Ten thousand taels, gold!"
When Zhai Rongxuan heard this, he was stunned.
10,000 taels of gold?
This is not a small amount, even if he is the son of the squire of the military department, it is not a simple matter to take out 10,000 taels of gold, if it is 10,000 taels of silver, he does not take it to heart.
But gold, however, is different.
At this moment, because of the noise between the two, it has attracted many people outside the venue to watch, and these people are gathered here with a heart that has nothing to do with themselves.
In the face of so many onlookers around him, Zhai Rongxuan was in a dilemma. If he refused, then in the eyes of onlookers, they would think that he was afraid of the news in front of him.
But if he agrees, once he loses the fight, 10,000 taels of gold is small, mainly because of his face, I'm afraid it will be thrown to his grandmother's house, how can he gain a foothold in Kyoto today?
But after thinking about it, although his literary talent is not as good as those so-called talents, he is not enough to see that he will lose to the person in front of him.
Gritting his teeth, Zhai Rongxuan's heart was crossed, and he said, "Okay!" Deal! ”
When Chu Mo heard this, the smile on his face became more and more intense, it didn't matter to him whether he had money or not, the so-called bet was just a gimmick.
"In that case, for the sake of a fair period, it is better to have Miss Rowin to solve the problem for our competition."
Zhai Rongxuan nodded and said, "That's fine, Miss Wen, there's work over there!" ”
Seeing that the two of them had made up their minds, Wen Qingyuan knew that it was futile to continue to persuade him, and after hearing the words of the two, Wen Qingyuan did not shirk, lowered his head and pondered.
After a while, Wen Qingyuan slowly raised his head, looked at the two of them and said, "Since Wendou is fighting today, it is better for the two sons to compose a poem with seven words as the law." ”
Hearing this, the two nodded in agreement.
Zhai Rongxuan looked at Chu Mo with a sneer, and pretended to be modest and said: "Boy, this young man doesn't bully the small with the big, it's better for you to be the first, how about it?" ”
"Then it's disrespectful! Miss Wen, listen to this poem! ”
"The stiff and lonely village does not mourn itself, and Shang Si is the national military wheel. Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. ”
Without any hesitation, without any thought, Chu Molang spoke out, and everyone only felt that the aftermath was lingering in their ears, and they all fell into a stupor.
At this moment, whether it was the people watching around, or Wen Qingyuan, Zhai Rongxuan and others, they were all silent.
"Miss Wen, I don't know how to write this poem?"
Chu Mo looked at Wen Qingyuan and asked.
Wen Qingyuan came back to his senses, shook his head, recited the poem twice in his mouth, and said, "Good poem!" Good poetry! Iron Horse Binghe, worried for the country, this poem completely expresses the hearts of those soldiers who defend the country, if you hold a sword, set on the battlefield, even if you sacrifice your life for the country, you will not hesitate! ”
At this moment, not only Wen Qingyuan had such thoughts in his heart, but even the onlookers around him.
Chu Mo smiled and said nothing, his eyes turned to look at Zhai Rongxuan, who had an ugly face on the side, and said with a smile: "Zhai Gongzi, I don't know what Zhai Shao thinks of this poem?" ”
At this moment, Zhai Rongxuan knew that he was too light from beginning to end. originally thought that the person in front of him was just a dirt bun, but he didn't expect that this person's literary talent was so outstanding, and it seemed to be arrogant in his eyes.
Even Wen Qingyuan's heart at this moment was full of differences, she also thought that Chu Mo was an open-mouthed person before, but now it seems that there are very few talents who can be compared with those who participate in the poetry club.
It's just that Wen Qingyuan is a little curious, even if he is a person who is rich in learning and full of wealth, why is he unwilling to participate in this poetry meeting?