Chapter 166: Spring Poems

On the Wendou ring of Wanyu Inn, Zhu Chenhuan's robe fell to the ground, his eyes calmly looked at the angry literati below, his expression did not change at all, and Xiao Weidong opposite him had a cunning smile at this time, seeing that almost all the literati in Dawan City were supporting him, and he couldn't stop his excitement and excitement when he thought of the supreme glory he could get after defeating this guy who didn't know where to come out, and he could win the favor of his master Zhao Ge Lao. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's really sleepy to send pillows, Xiao Weidong is worried about how to get into the eyes of Zhao Ge Lao, and if he is carried by Zhao Ge Lao, someone will give him a chance to make a splash.

Fame and fortune, this is really a plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Xiao Weidong walked out from behind the table, holding a folding fan in his hand, pointed to a box on the table at the front of the ring, and said: "In order to ensure fairness and justice, our Wendou topics are all in the box, two wins in three games, and there are poems and articles in the competition, and there are couplets and songs, how it is, it depends on your luck and mine." ”

Zhu Chenhuan shrugged his shoulders, looked indifferent, yawned, and said, "Please hurry up, my son doesn't have much time to waste with you." ”

"Humph!"

Xiao Weidong snorted coldly, and said in his heart Since you are in a hurry to be ruined, then don't blame me.

I saw him glance around at the people below, and said loudly: "The reason for the literary fight between me and this son, I believe everyone knows, my generation of literati, should be respected by the ten elders of the Qintian Pavilion, he blatantly offended the reputation of Zhao Ge Lao, Wei Dong is a disciple of Zhao Ge Lao, even the sword mountain and the sea of fire must also correct the name of the master! Today, the two of us are fighting, please be a witness, winning or losing all depends on their own talents, if Wei Dong loses, I will personally report to the master, but if this son loses, then ask the government to correct the name of the master. ”

"Xiao Gongzi, come on, let this guy see the demeanor of our Dawan literati!"

"If you offend the elder of the pavilion, you should be punished for the crime!"

"It's just that Xiao Gongzi has a good temper, if I had already let people beat him to death with a stick, and dared to offend the old man, I really don't know what to do!"

Xiao Weidong's popularity is not low, and his eloquence of reversing black and white is not not strong, just a few simple words made the atmosphere of the scene almost one-sided, Zhu Chenhuan became a mouse that everyone shouted and beat, and he was a hero holding the sword of justice.

Shi Yuqing, the old man of the right pavilion of Qintian Pavilion, nodded slightly, he picked up the teacup, turned the rim of the cup slightly, and said with a smile: "This Xiao Weidong also has a talent for officials." ”

Shi Chengyuan only dared to laugh on the side when he heard this, and didn't dare to say anything.

Shi Yuqing paused, and suddenly said, "Weidong, where is Triumph now?"

Shi Chengyuan hurriedly said: "Back to the teacher's words, the dog should be studying poetry and articles in the house now, because he has a habit, he is familiar with poetry and books in the morning, studying the teachings of his ancestors, and practicing martial arts and reading soldiers in the afternoon. ”

Shi Yuqing's fingers rubbed the rim of the blue and white porcelain cup, his eyes were deep and charming, and he paused for a moment before nodding with satisfaction: "Great goodness! ”

Shi Chengyuan's eyes suddenly opened when he heard this, he stared at the master who praised his son, his eyes were full of excitement and surprise, that kind of excitement, the kind of excitement that couldn't be suppressed because of his son's appearance, it almost made him want to jump on the spot a few times.

Shi Yuqing stretched out his hand to suppress the disciple who was overflowing with joy, and said lightly: "As early as on the way here, the old man often heard the name of Triumph, and he was also very curious about him in his heart, now that it is so lively here, wouldn't it be a pity if there is no Triumph in your family?"

Shi Chengyuan, as the prefect of a city, had a delicate mind, and as soon as he heard Shi Yuqing's words, he quickly understood what Shi Yuqing meant.

A gleam flashed in his small eyes, and after three taps of his fingers on the table, a man who looked like an ordinary merchant in a coarse linen robe walked over from the crowd of literati.

Shi Chengyuan's expression remained unchanged, but after the man approached, he said: "Tell Kaixuan about the things here, don't give him any hints, and don't say that I'm here, you just need to tell the truth about the things here, and let him decide the rest for himself." ”

The merchant did not nod or shake his head, but just passed by his table as if he were a passerby, but after he blended into the crowd, everyone only felt a spring breeze blowing, but if they looked closely, they could not find the slightest trace of anything unusual.

And the merchant has long since disappeared.

Shi Yuqing took everything in his eyes, but he didn't say a word, just looked at the Wendou ring with curiosity and took a look at this unfair.

In the ring, Zhu Chenhuan and Xiao Weidong respectively took out a note from the closed wooden box, and what was written on the note was the content of their fight.

Xiao Weidong opened the note, saw the content on it, and suddenly showed a smile on his face, only to see him look at the people below, and said loudly: "The theme of the literary fight I extracted here is the word spring poem, what is the spring poem? It is to take spring as the theme, a stick of incense into a poem, the theme of the poem must be closely related to the word spring, but the style of the poem can be chosen, as for whose poem is excellent, everyone will judge." ”

Xiao Weidong has a resounding name in Dawan City - Little Shixiong, Nanshu State Shangshu Provincial Commander Wang Xiong is the head of a hundred officials, there are ravines in the chest, the article is natural, he became a poem at the age of three, won the top prize at the age of nine, and became famous for poetry at the age of twelve, and was given the title of Shixiong by the emperor of the previous dynasty.

"It's actually a poem! And it's also the theme poem that Xiao Shixiong is best at, God is really helping Brother Xiao!"

"Compared with the theme poems of the little poets, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

"It seems that there is no suspense in this literary fight, Brother Xiao's literary fight has never been defeated than the theme poem, this is already the myth of our Dawan, I thought it could have some fun, but I didn't expect it to be like this in the end. ”

The literati shook their heads one after another, even if they didn't stand on Xiao Weidong's side, when they saw the content of Wendou, they didn't have any hope for Zhu Chenhuan, after all, Xiao Weidong was a little poet, but there was no single defeat in the poet!

Compare him to poetry? What is it if you are not looking for death?

Zhu Chenhuan saw that Xiao Weidong was already looking at himself condescendingly, as if he was victorious, and felt very inexplicable, why did everyone think that he would definitely lose, although he did not study poetry and articles, but he could be regarded as a saintly poem, right?

Could it be that the poems of the saints are so worthless in their eyes?

But after thinking about it, Zhu Chenhuan also understood that Xiao Weidong and the others didn't know their identity after all, and they didn't know that they had made poems to alarm the Tang Dynasty sage, causing the drums to sound constantly, so in their eyes, he was just a passerby who could be kneaded casually.

Thinking of this, Zhu Chenhuan couldn't help but want to laugh, he used to be a pig and couldn't eat a tiger, but now it seems that he is forced to pretend to be a pig again, and he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The corners of Xiao Weidong's mouth curled slightly, and he didn't look at Zhu Chenhuan's strange gaze, but saw him light a stick of incense and insert it into the incense burner, and the cigarette curled and ethereal.

Looking at the blue cigarette curling up, Xiao Weidong returned to his desk, holding a brush in his hand, stained with ink, glanced at Zhu Chenhuan contemptuously, and said, "The first game of spring poetry competition, start!"