Looking upstairs on the river, Jiang Han's voice was low, and he recited the two poems, and when the last sentence fell, the scene fell into silence.

But this silence did not take long for many literati to applaud.

"Good words!"

"What a talent!"

"What a beautiful woman has seen each other for a thousand years! This word not only writes about the Dragon Boat Festival, but also writes about the blessings of the beauties, which is really a good song! ”

Some Dayu literati high-fived and praised: "Different from "Huanxi Sha Dragon Boat Festival", "Little Heavy Mountain, Dragon Boat Festival" depicts the Dragon Boat Festival customs, in comparison, I prefer this "Little Heavy Mountain, Dragon Boat Festival", this word on the rhyme depicts the busy and festive Dragon Boat Festival, but the lower rhyme wrote out his deep sentimentality after reading "Lisao", expressing his admiration for loyalty and righteousness, from the artistic conception, I think the idea of this song is even higher! ”

Many people threw appreciative glances at Jiang Han one after another.

can make a good song, and can be called a talent.

But three songs in a row, all three are good words, and the emotions depicted are also different, this kind of talent can be called unparalleled in the world!

The most shocking thing is that Jiang Han wrote these three poems almost without thinking, casually chanting, and boasting about his talent to the world, without any problem.

The first poem depicts a woman awakened by the sound of a yellow oriole, and the second describes a blessing to a beautiful woman...... Jiang Han's two poems couldn't have been written by one person, right? Suddenly, a literati questioned.

Immediately after, many people looked at Qin Muqing in unison.

Because Jiang Han has been standing with this woman, after the woman played Gong Xiang's pair just now, she also asked Jiang Han to ask the question.

Qin Muqing couldn't understand the meaning of these three words, but found that everyone was looking at him, and some women even showed envious eyes.

Her eyes were wide open, like a confused rabbit.

Miss Qin Er said softly: "Sister, my brother-in-law has two poems written for you, the first is to write that you were awakened by the cry of the yellow bird, and the second is to pray for you through the Dragon Boat Festival. ”

The confusion in Miss Qin's eyes gradually disappeared, and she was covered with water, and her gaze towards Jiang Han became more and more gentle.

Miss Qin Er also looked at Jiang Han, he was standing there, smiling, the wind was light, and a casual chant was a poem that was enough to pass on to the world.

But even though he is so talented, he always misses his sister in his heart.

The second lady has read many books and read the stories of talented and beautiful women, but she has always been a little vague about the appearance of talented and beautiful women.

But today, the appearance of the talented man is gradually becoming clear.

A hint of gloom suddenly flashed in Qingyan's eyes.

Jiang Han naturally didn't know that these two poems had caused everyone to have such a misunderstanding, he looked at the Yiguo scholar and said, "I wonder if the difficulty of my three poems is comparable to Gong Xiang's?" ”

The scholars of Yiguo looked at each other, and their faces were ugly.

Even though they were unwilling to admit defeat, they had to admit that Jiang Han had won.

Three poems in a row, each depicting a different artistic conception.

Naturally, its difficulty is much higher than that of Gong Xiang's words!

Who is this son?

Why was it previously obscure?

Unlike other Yi people, Gong Xiang's face was indifferent, but there was more fighting intent in his eyes, and he said lightly: "Jiang Han, Gong lost this literary meeting!" I thought that my fierce enemies were Xu Fengyin, Cui Yunjian and others, but who knew that Jiang Han and you were my biggest enemy. Gong Hua, send "Yi Chuan"! ”

The face of the scholar behind Gong Xiang changed, and he said, "Gong Xiang, if you write another poem, you may not lose." ”

Gong Xiang said lightly: "I have been preparing that poem for a long time, but he has composed three songs in a row, so there is no need to compare." But I won't admit defeat, I stand tall on the mountain, overlooking the mountains, very lonely. His appearance made me see a high mountain. ”

Gong Hua's face changed, and he finally reached into his arms, took out a roll of sheepskin, walked to the shore, entered the Wangjiang Tower, and handed it to Zhou Hongyan.

Gong Xiang looked upstairs, looked at Zhou Hongyan, and said slowly: "I will hold a Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15, with the fourteen states of your country as the head, this trip, I will send an invitation to your country." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the Dayu literati's faces changed drastically, some were full of anger, some were angry, and some sneered slightly.

The sixteen states and counties that Yi captured from Dayu back then were later returned to two states, and now there are still fourteen states of Siyou that have not yet been returned.

Now Yiguo actually wants to use this Si You's fourteen states as the color head of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is both a provocation and an insult!

But at the same time, it is also an opportunity for Dayu.

Dayu had already wanted to take back the fourteen states of Siyou, but Silla, more than 100 people were eyeing each other, waiting around, once Dayu sent troops, he would fall into a bitter battle for many years.

If the Dayu literati can recapture the fourteen states of Siyou without blood, it will be the best.

But if the leader is taken by Silla or more than 100 at that time, it will be a shame!

"With Siyou's fourteen states as the color head, Yi Guo is so generous?"

"Humph! Siyou's fourteen states are my big ones, and they are used as lottery heads, and Yiguo is humiliating us! ”

"I will participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival of Yiguo!" Xu Feng groaned.

Jiang Han listened to the indignant voices of the Dayu literati around him, and deeply felt the anger of the Dayu people, he thought of his own world, when Huaxia ceded land and paid compensation, he was insulted, and presumably the Chinese people were so angry back then.

At this time, the prince said in a loud voice: "Yiguo wants to return the fourteen states of Siyou, but I am disrespectful, and when the Mid-Autumn Festival is held, I will send people to participate!" ”

He was in front of him.

After all, Da Yu can only respond, even if he knows that this is a humiliation!

It's obviously my own thing, and I have to get it back through the literary competition.

But Dayu can't help it, because no, these fourteen states may change hands again and become the territory of other enemy countries.

Gong Hua said with a smile: "We, the people of Yiguo, are waiting for your arrival!" ”

Gong Xiang looked at Jiang Han and said lightly: "Jiang Han, I'm waiting for you in Yiguo." ”

Jiang Han also looked at him and did not speak.

Gong Hua laughed and said, "Hey, Jiang Han, although you are talented, do you dare to come to the Mid-Autumn Festival?" I hope you dare to come to fight at that time, with the situation of Dayu, the talent will wither, if you don't come, maybe we will give it to others! ”

The Dayu literati were furious and glared at each other.

The second lady looked at Jiang Han with a worried look on her face, Gong Hua is provoking the relationship between Jiang Han and other talents, and also setting a trap for Jiang Han, if Jiang Han goes and loses, he will become a sinner of Dayu, and if he wins, he may also be assassinated by the people of Yiguo.

Jiang Han looked at the dragon boat of Yiguo, felt the anger of the Dayu literati, thought of the most humiliating time in Huaxia, and suddenly said: "Do you have a pen?" ”

The person next to him didn't know why, but there was still a literati handing out a pen and paper.

Jiang Han took the pen in his hand and said, "The battle of Yiguo, I responded!" ”

With that, he wrote a poem on paper:

"You are not free, and it is difficult to collect the dragon and the phoenix. The hall is full of three thousand guests, and the sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states. The drum horn reveals that the sky is cold, and the wind is turbulent. The southeast will always be the golden pillar, who envied the marquis of ten thousand households at that time. ”

Hong Yuan, who was next to him, read out the poem.

For a time, countless Dayu scholars were excited and shouted loudly.

"What a sword frost fourteen states!"

"On August 15, I, the literati of Dayu, am bound to fight! Take back the Fourteen Prefectures of Siyou! ”

On the dragon boat, hearing the voice of the Dayu people, the faces of the people of Yiguo changed greatly.