In the main hall, in the center, the open space that should have been occupied by the singers and dancers is now placed with two finely carved sandalwood cases, one on the left and one on the right, far opposite. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The case is covered with rice paper, and the pen, ink, and inkstone on the edge of the paper are arranged in turn, and they are neat and tidy.

Xie Junxi took one side early, kneeling in front of the desk, the corners of his skirt were meticulously arranged, and his upper body was straight, like an erected pen.

Just looking at her posture of sitting upright, everyone can feel a bit of the momentum of the storm.

This is the invisible aura brought by self-confidence, and the whole world will make way for it, but self-confidence is not groundless, obviously above the poetry and songs, Xie Junxi's attainments have a height that is difficult for others to reach.

Especially when Xie Junxi's gaze fell on Qi Ming and Yin Que who were standing nearby, the latter only felt that even the wind of breathing was a little stagnant.

Qi Ming even felt that Yin Que's body on the side trembled slightly, and in the blink of an eye, her face was still calm.

But Qi Ming, who was sharp-eyed, easily hid her in the shadow of the sleeves of her robe, and saw the pair of fists that were a little white.

Poetry and singing have never been her forte...... said that it was not a strength or to promote her, Qi Ming estimated that for Yin Que, being able to read and write was already a great achievement......

What kind of poems and songs, take it apart word by word, she can understand it, and put it together...... Damn, what the hell is this?

It can be seen that even if you have always been calm as a bird, you will instinctively feel nervous when you step into an unknown territory.

Thinking of this, Qi Ming couldn't help but sigh.

Although Yin Que's original intention of pulling himself up, it is just that there are many people around him, and he can have some confidence...... As for who this person is, it doesn't matter at all.

But since this responsibility falls on his head, it seems impossible not to do something.

Moreover......

Xie Junxi, an inexplicable woman, originally came for herself.

"You may be seated. ”

Xie Junxi flicked his sleeves and spoke, his eyes were like water, his pupils were motionless, and he looked straight ahead as if he was not looking at anyone.

But Qi Ming clearly felt that there was a flat gaze falling on him, as if he was looking at something that could be seen everywhere, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

To be honest, Qi Ming didn't like such a look.

Especially when you become the target of scrutiny, this sense of rejection becomes more and more obvious.

However, before Qi Ming could make a slight move, Xie Junxi had already retracted his gaze.

Yin Que was about to take a step, when he suddenly felt that his cuffs were being pulled, and he was about to frown when he stuttered, but when he looked back, he saw Qi Ming's face full of helplessness.

"What are you doing?"

In front of many people, Yin Que didn't say much, so he had to ask with his divine sense.

"What am I doing? I should ask you, what do you want to do?" Qi Ming replied with the same sense of consciousness with a smile in his eyes.

"I ......," Yin Que just wanted to answer.

"Do you really want to carry those three or two broken poems to compete with Xie Junxi?" the helpless expression on Qi Ming's face deepened.

He originally thought that Yin Que's creative level was the limit of what he could accept...... Unexpectedly, Lao Ta and Miao Dameow completely refreshed the lower limit of his cognition.

A disciple of the Desolate Temple, a descendant of the Miao family, are all famous families, what kind of things are written?

What "meow to be dignified, meow to be strong", what "the saint said well, the saint said right".

It's just that the three crappy poets smell like each other and are confidants to each other...... Qi Ming has completely lost the slightest hope for the cultural level of this group of people.

Seeing Yin Que coming to power ignorant and fearlessly, how could Qi Ming really make her embarrassed in public......

Although Qi Ming had already begun to seriously doubt at this time, the cultural level of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom had not exceeded the second grade of primary school...... But for the sake of insurance, Qi Ming still decisively stopped Yin Que.

"Otherwise?" Yin Que glanced at Qi Ming strangely, "What is the matter so far...... What else can I do?"

Qi Ming thought about it carefully and decided to persuade Yin Que in a more tactful way.

"This kind of competition is all improvisation, all of them are improvisation, they are all about improvising a topic, and then composing poems in public, and the ones you prepare are not useful......"

"So?" Yin Que frowned, "Then what's ......?"

"Take my place. ”

Qi Ming suddenly let go of the hand that was holding Yin Que's sleeve, and before Yin Que could react, Shi Shiran stepped out, went straight past Yin Que, and strode to the small sandalwood case opposite Xie Junxi, knelt down like the latter, straightened his collar, and exhaled lightly.

When Yin Que came back to his senses, it was too late to stop Qi Ming, so he could only watch Qi Mingyun wave his hand lightly, and confidently said three big words to Xie Junxi: "Please advise." ”

......

"Are you crazy?"

Yin Que came to Qi Ming's side and sat down in three or two steps, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked in surprise.

"Are you crazy......" Qi understood Yin Que's glance, dipped his pen in ink, and looked at the blank paper on the desk calmly.

"Can you write poetry?" Yin Que still looked incredulous.

"I understand a little...... Well, a little more than you do......"

Yin Que still didn't believe it, and Qi Ming didn't bother to argue.

At this moment, his head was running at a speed of 48,000 revolutions per second, searching for the memories of his previous life in just twenty-five years.

In the current competition, a group of old scholars exchanged words and discussions, and finally gave a fairly broad and simple topic: the four seasons.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, choose one.

But obviously, now is the winter and snow season, and the choice of spring, summer and autumn is not enough for the occasion.

There was only one winter left.

Winter is a magical season.

Throughout the ages, the most written by literati is spring and autumn, followed by summer, and winter is the last.

Qi Ming thinks that it should be that the weather is too cold, and the poets refuse to get up while under the bed, so they simply don't bother to write poems......

For example, Lu You's poem "November 4th Wind and Rain", many people only know the second, that is, the famous sentence "Lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into a dream".

However, few people know that one of them is written: "The brook firewood is soft and warm, and I don't go out with the raccoon slave", which means that the house is so warm that neither I nor my cat want to go out.

can be extended from the cold weather to the loyalty to the country...... Qi Ming feels that this is the charm of the literati.

But fortunately, although there are not many poems written about winter, there are definitely a lot of them.

Excluding those parts that are catchy, but not compelled enough, or difficult for people in this world to understand, there is not much room left for Qi Ming to choose, but there are still some in the end.

It only took a dozen breaths of effort, and an ancient word quickly surfaced in Qi Ming's heart.

The word itself is not famous, but the quatrain in the word is ...... It is more than enough to deal with just one Xie Junxi. (To be continued.) )