This is nothing more than anything, there is no need to compare at all, they are originally too powerful, and they want to find fault with Ji Chen's poems, or find fault with Pingqian, or pick fault with rhyme, and compose poems in a hurry, they can always find out.

But other people's poems are directly recognized by heaven and earth, and you are not qualified to comment, and you are also picking a chicken feather.

The Confucian who promised to kowtow was also pale, and he couldn't wait to slap his two mouths at the moment.

After the poem was finished, Xia Liyun ordered the maid to put away the poem.

The maid didn't dare to slack off, and carefully held the tray down.

Zhao Chengcheng looked at everyone and asked, "Is there anyone who can write a better poem than this." ”

The scene was collectively silent, joking, who can write a better poem than this, Da Confucian can't guarantee it!

Xia naturally looked at Fang Jingyu and the others with a smile, "Brother Fang, Brother Jingyu, where is your poem?" Write it out and let me wait for the poor students to look up and pay respects.

"I lost!" Fang Jingyu's face was gloomy, but it was also dry, there was no need to continue to be bored at this time.

Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat solidified, Xia Liyun opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere.

"Since there is no better poem on the scene, then I declare that Ji Beigui will win this poetry fight."

A maid stepped forward, picked up the colorful head on the table, and put it on Ji Chen's table.

Ji is also welcome, and he and Xia naturally began to share accounts without any scruples.

The spirit stone alone has a full forty catties, Ji Chen and Fang Jingyu have added seventeen catties by themselves, plus other people's, there are more than forty catties.

Ji Chen gave Xia Tiantian twenty catties, and then grabbed a handful of silver tickets and put them on Xia Tiantian's table.

Xia naturally smiled.

The two of them put away the spirit stone and silver ticket as if no one was around.

After putting away the lottery head, Ji Chen looked sideways at Xia Tiantian and asked, "Brother Xia, do you know what the best meal in the world is?" ”

"Soft rice?" Xia naturally replied suspiciously.

"No, it's a prostitute!"

Xia Nature's eyes lit up, really, isn't he earning a white ticket now, including today's meal.

Fang Jingyu was angry, and his face was very ugly.

Ji Chen looked at the Confucian scholar who said he was going to kowtow.

"Isn't it time to make good on the bet, brother?"

The Confucian student's face was pale, and if he kowtowed, he would really lose face, and he would never say anything to other scholars again.

"Brother Beigui, forget it, he is also quick to speak, if you don't let him apologize, don't kowtow."

There are Confucian students who come out to play a round, wanting to be a good person with the mud and curry favor with both sides.

"Okay, that guy knocks for him, knock six, and I won't care about it anymore after knocking."

Ji Chen snorted coldly, for this kind of Holy Mother of thin mud, just go back directly.

Kill your mother first in troubled times, this kind of person is even more disgusting than a bad person.

The Confucian student was so scolded by Ji Chen that he shut up directly.

"If I lose today, will you let me go?"

Ji Chen looked around at everyone with cold eyes, most of the people on the scene wanted to use him as a stepping stone, if he lost today, these people would not hesitate to step on themselves and become famous.

Seeing Ji Chen's tough attitude, no one dared to speak again.

The Confucian finally stood up, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"I was wrong, I don't know if my brother is talented in the north, and the rat's eyes are inched."

As a scholar, the flattering man had gold under his knees, and he was forced to kowtow in public, he no longer had the face to stay here, and without waiting for Ji Chen to speak, he got up and walked outside.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was a little frozen for a while.

At this moment, a Confucian student spoke up: "I have a question I want to ask Brother Beigui." ”

The Confucian who spoke was one of Fang Jingyu's group. Ji Chen knew that this guy was going to be a moth again.

"Please!"

"Your poem is really good, but the artistic conception in this poem doesn't seem to match your age, especially at the end of the poem, revealing a sadness that is powerless, I'm curious, what have you experienced to do such a thing."

After he said this, everyone was also curious, the artistic conception of this poem did not match Ji Chen's age, if it was written by a general in his later years, it would be reasonable.

The Confucian looked at Ji Chen with a smile, poetry, it is a poem of the ages, but he finally found fault with the artistic conception, not the fault of the poem, but the fault of Ji Chen, at his age, he should not have this kind of experience and artistic conception. So there's something wrong with the way this poem came from.

Ji Chen sneered: "Don't take your ignorance as a personality, read thousands of books, it's better to travel thousands of miles, I was born in the border wilderness and grew up in the border wilderness." I've seen too many border veterans and twilight heroes. Instead of questioning the time here, it is better to go to the border wilderness, take a look, look at the dry bones of those who sacrificed their lives for the country and buried other countries, and look at those old heroes who are late but still have the enthusiasm to serve the country. ”

"Although they are old, they are loyal to their country. has the heart to return to the battlefield, but has no power to return to the sky, the heroes are not only those princes and nobles who live in the temple, but also these border veterans who have been fighting horses in the border wilderness all their lives. ”

"You keep saying that you are patriotic, in my opinion, you are not as good as these border old soldiers, empty talk to mislead the country, and hard work to prosper the country!"

Ji Chen's words are exquisite, deafening, especially the heroes are not only those princes and nobles who live in the temple, but also these border wasteland veterans who have been in the border wilderness all their lives, so that the Confucian students are like being empowered and ashamed.

"Taught!"

The Confucian student was ashamed, got up and saluted Ji Chen.

The other Confucian scholars also clasped their fists and saluted Ji Chen.

"I've been taught, Brother Beigui has more knowledge than I can."

Even Lin Yunhai next to him said that he was taught by Ji Chen's salute.

Listening to your words is better than reading a book for ten years.

Ji Chen's words convinced everyone, including Zhao Tingcheng and Xia Liyun.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Zhao Tingcheng raised his glass: "I salute everyone, and I salute Ji Beigui with a cup. ”

"The general is gracious."

Everyone didn't dare to slack off, and they all raised their glasses in response.

After putting down a glass of wine, Zhao Chengcheng looked at Ji Chen curiously.

"I also like your first horizontal knife and the moon drink, but I feel that your first moon drink doesn't seem to be complete, I don't know if you have a complete one, if you have, you might as well write it out together, so that everyone can look up and admire."

"Yes, yes! Write it out together for everyone to admire! ”

The Confucian scholars also chimed in.

Ji nodded: "Don't hide it from the general and you, there is indeed a complete one, when I first made that poem, it was also rising, so I chanted a few words casually." ”

"Rice paper waiting!" Zhao Chengcheng hurriedly waved his hand and ordered.

Soon a maid brought rice paper and spread it on Ji Chen's table.

Ji Chen picked up the ruler, pressed it on the rice paper, dipped the pen in ink, and began to write.

Xia Tiantian and Lin Yunhai also came over again.

Ji Chen wrote a sentence, and they read it out.

Drink alone under the moon

A pot of wine among the flowers,

Drink alone without a blind date,

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon,

The shadow becomes a trio.

The moon does not relieve drinking,

The shadow apprentice is with me.

Temporarily accompanied by the shadow of the moon,

Joy must be spring.

I sing and wander,

I'm dancing in a mess.

When you wake up, you rejoice together,

In the end, they dispersed.

Eternal knot merciless travel,

Phase period Miao Yunhan.

Ji Chen finished writing, and Xia naturally finished reading.

After Ji Chen put down his pen, the audience was silent, and everyone was once again attracted by the artistic conception of the poem and indulged in it.

A good poem is drunk alone under the moon, and the artistic conception of this poem is completely different from the one just now, which are two completely different styles.

(End of chapter)