Wang Tiexuan is really no longer jealous now, but happy and convinced.

He has written a lifetime of side poems, and has also had many excellent works.

But if you want to say that there is any poem that can surpass the poems written by Gu Beichuan, I am afraid that you will not be able to take it out.

This son's talent in poetry and writing is really a bit appalling.

"The Wenqu star falls here, and the Tianxing Huainan literary world is also!"

"Huainan Wenqi has a total of one stone, and Brother Beichuan monopolizes Badouye!"

"The origin of Brother Beichuan, the land of Huainan Wenxing!"

The rest of the people also praised each other, but between the words, they already recognized Gu Beichuan as a peer.

After all, such poetic talents, if they are praised by their qualifications, they will inevitably laugh and be generous.

"Such a masterpiece, I don't know if there is a name for the poem?"

"It's called "Zhenyumen", I don't know what you think?"

"Okay, the three words of Zhenyumen, although it is short, it is also concise and to the point, quite stylish."

"The poem "Zhenyumen" is bound to go out of Huainan and be famous!" Qin Xiuwen said with emotion.

""Zhenyumen" is afraid that it is enough to rank among the top three in the seven laws of the past three years!"

"If it is transmitted to Kyoto, I will definitely let those little old men see the talent of my Huainan talent!"

"It's a pity that the Kyoto literary world has always respected quatrains."

"Although this song of seven laws can also be famous, I am afraid that some people will talk about things with the rules at that time."

"It would be nice if Brother Gu Xian could make another quatrain."

It was no longer Wang Tiexuan who said this, but Qin Xiuwen.

Hearing this, Gu Beichuan was really a big one.

One poem isn't enough?

Brother Qin, this is not the same as what I said before.

How can you temporarily increase the price?

Qin Xiuwen looked at Gu Beichuan's expression as if he hadn't seen it, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and he looked detached.

In fact, this matter can be regarded as having some origins.

In the early years, Daqian produced a world-famous Confucian, especially good at seven-character poetry.

It was only later that he betrayed the country and took refuge in Nanliang, which was further south.

Naturally, the Daqian literary circles also wanted to be ashamed, but it was a pity that Southern Liang was the second largest country after Daqi among several vassal states, and its land area was slightly larger than that of the three eastern regions combined.

And it has always been prosperous in literature and Taoism, and has the reputation of the hometown of the origin of poetry.

Whether it is a civil fight or a martial fight, Daqian does not have the slightest chance of winning.

Besides, the main enemy of Daqian today is still Beiyan, so this matter is not over.

But the consequence is that the Kyoto literary world has a little more rejection of lyric poetry and more admiration for quatrains.

And Qin Xiuwen is a representative figure in the Huainan literary circle, and because of the events of that year, he has a dislike with some people in the Kyoto literary circle.

So at this time, Gu Beichuan wants to make a name for himself on behalf of the Huainan literary world, and he naturally hopes that this reputation can be raised thoroughly.

It's good to let those little old people in Kyoto see that I Huainan can also produce such excellent talents!

"Good! Although "Zhenyumen" is good, it is too tragic, and it is written about the battle of my great cadres to resist the Northern Yan. ”

"If you can make another song, you should imagine the scene of my great Qianrui attacking the capital of Beiyan Kingdom!" Xiang Qingfeng said.

As soon as Gu Beichuan saw King Jing speak, he knew that this matter could not be run, so he had to say:

"After Kitagawa Ichisuke is at the end of his studies, he can only try his best, and if he does not do well, please don't blame His Highness."

"What did you say? The article is made by nature, and the magic hand is even good. ”

"Today, when "Zhenyumen" is born, this king is already ecstatic."

"It would be nice if you could make a second poem. If you can't do it, it's normal, how can you blame it? ”

Hearing this, Gu Beichuan nodded, put his fingers against his chin, and paced back and forth on the high platform, as if in contemplation.

Seeing this scene, everyone on the high platform was silent, giving Gu Beichuan an environment to think.

It's just that the students in the audience are talking about it.

"Writing two poems in a day? How can it be? ”

"That is, "Zhenyumen" is already the best work in the side poems, if the second side poem is far from "Zhen Yumen", I am afraid that it will be difficult to explain to everyone."

"Coupled with the previous five-step poem "Ode to Pork", if this poem is completed again, Gu everyone will compose three poems a day, and they are all top-notch works, it is really... unimaginable. ”

"Brother Lu, do you think Gu Beichuan can make a third poem?" Tian Jiabing asked.

"Difficult! My generation of scholars, although they pay attention to hundreds of wild songs and wine poems, but after all, they are just jokes. ”

"People's talents are limited, similar to masterpieces like "Zhenyumen", others may not be able to make them for months."

"It's also Gu Beichuan's talent, just like a literary opera star descending to earth, so that he can improvise and chant it."

"But if you want to make another song in a short period of time, it's really difficult to get to the sky." Lu Huailiang sighed.

"Well, it's a bit of a problem for everyone. However, with "Zhenyumen" Zhuyu in front, even if Brother Beichuan fails to make a second poem, others can't say anything, which is a normal move. ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

After a short discussion, the audience gradually calmed down.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure pacing back and forth on the high platform.

It's just that compared with the previous poems that were written in an instant, this time the wait seems quite long.

Sure enough, it's still too difficult.

Even if you are as talented as everyone else, you can't avoid being so hesitant.

After a long time, just when everyone thought that Gu Beichuan was about to give up, his footsteps... Stopped!

I saw the young man look up, it was already late autumn, but his face was filled with a bright smile that made people feel like a spring breeze.

This smile made Xiang Zhirou tremble.

An indescribable surprise welled up in his heart, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

Take care of everyone, be confident.

Sure enough, I only listened to Gu Beichuan and said: "Gentlemen, listen to this quatrain!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was concentrating. Even Xiang Qingfeng was tense and short of breath.

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass."

As soon as the first two sentences came out, everyone frowned.

Because, it doesn't seem to be outstanding.

It's just a simple scene, only the words "dark" and "lonely" write a little bit of a sense of sadness.

It seems that it is a little reluctant after all.

But it has come to this point, and it is not easy.

Qin Xiuwen's face showed a slightly lonely look.

However, the next moment, Gu Beichuan suddenly raised his voice and chanted loudly:

"Yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break the Northern Yan, you won't return it!"

Rumble!

As soon as the next rhyme comes out, who will compete?

The whole scene fell into a deathly silence.

Qin Xiuwen blinked, first in disbelief, and then overwhelmed by a surge of intense joy like a tide.

Who says this poem isn't brilliant enough?

Says who?

Come out and get punished!

Bang Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang!

It was still King Jing who took the lead in applauding, breaking the silence.

"Good! A good yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and if you don't break the North Yan, you won't return it! ”

"This poem, when it reaches the heavens, is presented in front of the father's case!"

"If I am a great leader, everyone has this ambition. Why worry about the immortality of the Northern Swallow? Why worry that the territory of the ancestors cannot be restored? ”