And not only this provocative taxi.

The other scholars present all thought that Yang Zhao was a martial artist.

The poem of the celebration banquet must have been copied back.

Their eyes fell on Yang Zhao again, to see how he could deal with it.

Yang Zhao glanced at Jiao He.

Jiao He just smiled slightly, as if he also wanted to see how Yang Zhao composed poetry, and the provocation of that scholar seemed to be a program deliberately arranged by him.

He was a little unhappy that he didn't have 20,000 stone of grain for no reason, and he didn't want Yang Zhao to take the grain away so easily.

"Okay!"

Yang Zhao did not refuse and agreed to the other party's provocation.

For example, the last time he was in Luoyang, he directly scolded Yuan Shu, which is not very applicable here, since this is the case, let's slap them in the face!

"Please ask Yang Taishou to write a poem on the theme of wine."

The scholar raised a glass of wine and said, "Come, prepare pen and ink, and silk." ”

He asked people to remove the wine and food on the desk, and then sent the pen and ink up, spread out a piece of silk, and arched his hand: "Please Yang Taishou for advice." ”

Yang Zhao thought back to which poem about wine he had memorized before the crossing, so he was silent for a moment.

Jiao He saw that Yang Zhao had been silent for a while, and he hadn't reacted yet, so he smiled and said: "What you need to write a poem is a feeling, it's impossible to write it if you want to, Yang Taishou doesn't care even if he can't write it, right?" ”

He seemed to give Yang Zhao a step down, but in fact, he was saying that Yang Zhao couldn't write poetry at all.

The scholars nodded in agreement and looked at Yang Zhao with interest.

They are all wondering, will Yang Taishou be in the end?

If they really won't, they will probably mock mercilessly.

"It's not difficult to write poetry, and I don't need to feel it."

Yang Zhao came back to his senses and thought in his heart, he could only be sorry for Cao Mengde again, just "Short Song Xing".

Seeing him so confident, everyone looked forward to it.

Yang Zhao raised a glass of wine, took a sip, and said: "When you sing about wine, life is ......."

For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Be generous and unforgettable.

How to solve the problem? Only Du Kang.

……

Hearing these few lines of poetry, those scholars were stunned, Yang Zhao can really compose poems, this poem is so good, compared to the poems they usually write, it is several grades higher.

Jiao He was also stunned!

This Yang Taishou, a civil and military all-rounder, can do anything!

But he was a little aggrieved, and he was ready to see Yang Zhao's idea of losing face, but he was directly disappointed, but he was slapped in the face, and he was already unhappy in his heart, but now he felt even more unhappy.

The scholar who proposed Yang Zhao to compose a poem only recovered after a while, and immediately picked up a pen and copied it.

Yang Zhao saw that he had copied it, and deliberately slowed down.

Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart.

But for the sake of the king, he has been groaning so far.

……

Those scholars who were waiting to see Yang Zhao's disgrace all quieted down, and while listening to Yang Zhao's poems, they kept them in their hearts, wanting to remember them firmly and spread them again.

This is definitely a good poem that can be praised all over the world.

……

The mountains are not tired of being high, and the sea is not tired of being deep.

Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart.

Yang Zhao read out the entire "Tanka Xing", and then looked at the reactions of everyone present, and was completely quiet, they seemed to have forgotten to even drink.

The only sound was the scholar, who was copying with a pen, and the subtle sound made by the pen and ink rubbing against the silk was particularly obvious.

"What does the envoy think?" Yang Zhao drank the wine in the cup and looked at everyone, "What do you think of this poem?" ”

The scholar finally finished copying, and his cheeks suddenly flushed as he looked at the verses on the silk.

It hurt a little to be slapped in the face.

After a while, he said first: "Yang Taishou's poetic talent, I can't compare with it, admire!" This poem, I will definitely praise the world for Yang Taishou! ”

This poem convinced him.

The other scholars, who don't know what to say now, seem to be convinced.

If you want to comment on it, they don't have that level, and they can't even compare to a martial artist!

How arrogant he was just now, how embarrassing he is now, this slap also hit them in the face, Yang Taishou is not just a martial artist, he can have today's achievements, and he is not a martial artist who can do it.

At the same time, they can see the meaning of Yang Zhao's poem, and recommend themselves if they want to go to Beihai for a trip.

If you want to say that the most embarrassing person, there is no one more than Jiao He.

Zhou Gong vomited and fed, and the world returned to the heart.

What does it mean that you are meowing, in my place, in my mansion, openly professing your thirst for talent?

Pry my wall foot?

Of course, Jiao He couldn't say these words in his heart, and said with a smile: "Yang Taishou's poetry is far better than ours, admire!" ”

"You're welcome."

Yang Zhao was humble for a while, and then said, "Tonight is a banquet, shouldn't you drink and have fun?" ”

Jiao He's embarrassment eased and said, "Yang Taishou is right, let's drink!" ”

In the next banquet, no one dared to provoke Yang Zhao in literature, and as for force, no one dared to provoke, eating and drinking quietly.

It was not until late in the evening that the feast ended.

Return to the inn.

Xu Chu said happily: "Although I don't know poetry, the poem that the lord just wrote must be very well written, and it can definitely be spread all over the world." ”

Yang Zhao recalled the content of the poem and said with a smile: "This poem can only play its value if it is passed out, and if it can't be transmitted, it will only shock the scholars of Linzi for a while." ”

A poem of thirst for talent.

If it spreads, will there be any great talents and scribes who will come to him?

There should be, right?

Anyway, the current Cao Cao has not yet written "Short Song Xing".

He copied it first, that is, he made it his own, so let Boss Cao be depressed.

Xu Chu doesn't know much about a poem, what can it do.

——

The next day.

After Yang Zhao got up, someone from the Assassin's Mansion came, and Jiao He invited him to meet.

Yang Zhao took Xu Chu out of the door, came to the Assassin's Mansion, and said, "I've seen the envoy." ”

"I asked Yang Taishou to come to Linzi, in addition to wanting to meet each other, I have also heard that Yang Taishou has a strong ability to govern the army and is good at leading troops to fight, so I want to ask Yang Taishou to guide our Qingzhou soldiers." Jiao He said again.

Yang Zhao didn't know what else he wanted to do, so he promised: "How dare I instruct?" Instead, learn from the envoy. ”

Jiao He laughed, led Yang Zhao to the military camp outside the city, and arranged for a team of soldiers to gather on the school grounds.

The ability of this product is really not good.

Whether it is internal affairs or military management, it is completely impossible.

The troops on the school field should be the elite of Qingzhou in Jiao He's opinion, but in Yang Zhao's opinion, this unit is loose and loose, and the discipline is very poor, and it is not even good to assemble and stand.

With such a military appearance, the combat power is definitely not high.

If they were allowed to save Kong Rong, they might be wiped out.

Xu Chu watched from the side, shaking his head as he watched.

I have seen Yang Zhao's elite soldiers, these soldiers are similar to the rabble of the Yellow Turban Army in his opinion.

"What is this general called?"

Jiao He's gaze fell on Xu Chu, and said with a smile: "I see that this general has been shaking his head, do you think that our Qingzhou soldiers are not good?" ”

As soon as these words came out, a Jiaohe general on the school field cast a not very friendly gaze.