With Xu Chengwei's departure, the atmosphere in the manor suddenly became much more harmonious, and some people even took the initiative to come over to greet Ji Chen.

Ji Chen also smiled gently, was humble and polite, and was all restrained before.

At this moment, he seems to be a real reader.

But it was this humble and polite scholar who almost wiped out the door between his words just now.

There are also people who are afraid of Ji Chen's sharpness and ruthlessness, and they are reluctant to make friends.

After all, scholars quarrel, and they have seen which one destroys the whole family at every turn.

At this time, a maid came out with a plate of fruit and delicacies and placed it on the table.

The tables are divided into two rows, in no particular order, and you can sit at will.

Everyone knew that the feast was about to begin, so they took their seats.

Not long after, Xia Liyun and Zhao Chengcheng walked out.

Zhao Qingcheng was dressed in military uniform, heroic and cool, and between movement and stillness, he had a murderous aura.

Xia Liyun is dressed as a scholar, with brocade clothes and jade belts, and a crown of mutton fat.

Although the two are men's clothes, they still can't hide the thrilling beauty of the two.

"Uniform temptation!" Ji Chen said in a low voice.

"What is the temptation to subdue?" Xia was naturally curious and asked.

"It's better if it hurts the kidneys, or you don't know." Ji Chen said casually.

After Xia Liyun and Zhao Chengcheng sat down, Zhao Tingcheng took the initiative to speak.

"Let you students wait for a long time, you are all Beizhou Junjie, the pillars of the country in the future, Zhao has always liked to make friends with students from all over the world, discuss poetry and literature together, prepare a little wine today, and hope not to dislike it."

Everyone hurriedly said: "The general's words are serious, it is our honor to be invited to the banquet today." ”

Zhao Tingcheng picked up the wine glass on the table, "A glass to everyone." ”

Everyone also hurriedly raised their glasses and drank them all.

The banquet officially began, the sound of the piano sounded, there were pianists stroking the qin, and Confucian students also discussed literature with each other, chanted poems, drank and tasted food, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Some talked about national affairs, some talked about the recent situation in Beizhou, and some talked about the upcoming war in the Northern Wilderness.

Ji Chen also asked about Xia Tiantian's identity again, and Xia Tianzhi said that he was originally the son of King Qi of Qingzhou, and because he was a concubine, he didn't like family fighting, so he came to Beizhou, went to Liangzhou Mansion, and entered Liangzhou Academy.

Ji Chen is a good guy directly, this is still a son of the world.

At this moment, someone spoke: "I heard that Liang Zhou has a handsome man with the qualifications of a literary saint, and his words have caused a shocking vision, and his poems are even more shocking, I don't know if this handsome man can write a poem on the spot, let me wait to open my eyes." ”

There was a sudden silence in the courtyard.

The person who spoke was a young scholar, sitting with Fang Jingyu and others, obviously from Fang Jingyu's group.

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes fell on Ji Chen.

This person with the qualifications of a literary saint naturally refers to Ji Chen.

Xia naturally whispered beside him: "That's the students of Los Angeles Academy, and their Confucian robes have the embroidery of Los Angeles Academy. ”

Ji Chen nodded, indicating that he understood, Los Angeles Academy was basically all people from Fang Jingyu's group, and he had lost their face before, and he began to fight back at this moment.

"Yes, yes! Brother Beigui, you can show it, and write a poem on the spot, so that I and other poor students can also see the talent and heritage of the following saints. ”

The people around began to coax and asked Ji Chen to write poems on the spot, but in fact, most of them wanted to see Ji Chen make a fool of himself.

How easy it is to compose a poem, even if it is made, it must be repeatedly scrutinized, revised, and pay attention to plainness and rhyme.

A poem that has been handed down in the world is all presented after repeated scrutiny and revision.

Once Ji Chen writes poems on the spot, there will definitely be many loopholes, and who are the people on the scene, either the elites of the major academies, or the descendants of the gate valve clan.

They will seize these loopholes, criticize Ji Chen, and pull him, a person with the qualifications of a literary saint, from the altar, so as to step on him to become famous.

Seeing that everyone was interested, Zhao Chengcheng also became interested.

She looked at Ji Chen and said, "Since everyone's interest is so high, why don't you just write a poem?" ”

She likes poetry, as soon as she stepped into Beizhou, she kept hearing about the legend of Ji Beigui, she especially liked the horizontal knife immediately, and she also liked the song under the moon, but for some reason, she always felt that these two poems were incomplete.

At this moment, Fang Jingyu, who had not spoken, spoke.

"Even if it is an improvisational poem, it is better to come up with the topic on the spot, lest someone take the poems that have been prepared in advance to fill the number, which will not show the talent and heritage of the literary saint."

He looked at Ji Chen with a smile, and blocked all the back roads with a word.

No matter how much preparation you have made before, how many poems you have written, and how good your poems are, it will not work.

Because the questions on the spot may not necessarily match your poem.

As soon as Fang Jingyu's words came out, most of the people at the scene agreed.

The on-site questions are more interesting.

Xia naturally glanced at Ji Chen and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?" ”

Ji Chen picked up his wine glass, smiled lightly, and drank it all.

Lin Yunhai, who was sitting next to him, hurriedly drank wine for Ji Chen, after all, they are now a group.

Seeing Ji Chen's head, Xia naturally had confidence, so he proposed: "Since it is an impromptu poem, why don't you make a poem on the spot, see who does it faster and better, and then add some color and good luck, how about it?" ”

Although he was in an inquiring tone, there was no politeness between his words, and once everyone disagreed, he could naturally turn down the proposal to let Ji Chen compose poems on the spot.

"Good! I just don't know what Brother Wen Zhong wants to add. ”

Fang Jingyu readily agreed, more than eighty percent of the people present wanted to step on Ji Chen to become famous, eight against two, no matter what, they would win.

After all, improvisational poetry is not about talent, but about literary heritage.

If you want to study the academic background, no one on the scene is convinced, and no one has been reading the biographies of the holy scriptures and various famous books since childhood.

Xia naturally said: "This color head, if it's silver, it's too cheesy." What about the treasures, and they are too vulgar, since they are readers, then they will be spirit stones, how about a pound of spirit stones per person? ”

As soon as he said this, everyone at the scene gasped.

One pound of spirit stones per person, how do you say it, most people on the scene are afraid that they have never even seen spirit stones!

Sure enough, even Fang Jingyu frowned, he did have the spirit stone, and he could take out a catty, but not everyone on the scene had it, and this color head alone could eliminate more than eighty percent of the people, which was not good for him.

At this moment, Xia Liyun, who had not spoken, spoke.

"The color head of a pound of spirit stones is indeed too big, so be it! If you have a spirit stone, dig out a tael of spirit stones, and if you don't have a spirit stone, how about a hundred taels of silver. ”

One hundred taels of silver is a drop in the bucket compared to one or two spirit stones, although it is extremely unfair, but this world is like this, and absolute fairness does not exist at all.

"Yes!"

"Agreed!"

"Your Highness, this method is even wonderful!"

Xia Liyun's words were unanimously agreed.

(End of chapter)