Yongxue

Zhao Jin did not learn from Cui Dongming's simple chanting, but instead sent someone a large piece of rice paper. He didn't have to take it with inkstones and ink, because he had already been there, and they were all used when writing gambling sticks just now. However, this paper cannot be used as inferior paper written on gambling sticks. He had to use good rice paper, so that people could get it.

Although Zhao Shouyi thought that Zhao Feng was delaying time so that he had more time to think, they had been pushing each other several times. If they pushed each other hard at this time, they would probably give people a narrow-minded sense. Zhao Shouyi and others had no choice but to hold back their patience and wait.

Fortunately, they didn't wait too long, and a waiter had already sent a large piece of rice paper, one foot and four inches long and three feet and two inches wide. The waiter spread the rice paper flat on the wooden table. Zhao Qian touched the rice paper and felt that the paper was smooth and nodded with satisfaction.

Zhao Shouyi couldn't help but speak again and said, "How is Zhao Xiaoqi? Do you want to give you time to think about it? With your qualifications, I'm afraid you have to think about it carefully!"

Zhao Qin shook his head confidently and said, "Why do you need time? One stroke is in your hand, and a poem is in your heart!"

Arrogant! Pretend to show off! Such words keep appearing in the hearts of enemies, but they hold back at this time so as not to delay time when Zhao Qian takes the opportunity to argue with them, and do not want to give Zhao Qian an excuse afterwards, saying that they dare to think about it.

The onlookers were in high spirits, and they didn't want this to be one-sided than poetry. In addition, Zhao Qian's tone was so strong that they couldn't help but look forward to Zhao Qian.

After picking up the pen and dipped it ink, Zhao Qian moved his wrist, and the thin gold body that he had obtained with one hand surged onto the rice paper. The fonts were thin and straight, with horizontal strokes and hooks, vertical strokes and dots, strokes like daggers, strokes like cutters, and vertical hooks were slender. Just like Zhao Qian's personality, it was sharp and forced, and the strokes were like swords on it. This was an alternative thin gold body with one hand.

Zhao Shouyi, Cui Dongming and others are the consignees, especially Cui Dongming and others. They came to participate in the imperial examinations and could pass the imperial examinations, how could they not have any ability?

They all felt nervous. Could this Zhao Feng really be as he said before. If he didn't make a sound, he would make a splash! If he didn't make a sound, he would make a splash, soar into the sky? Don't really pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!

However, when they saw Zhao Chen write a complete poem, they couldn't help but burst out and laughed!

Zhao Shouyi even recited loudly in order to make Zhao Sheng look ugly: "Ode to Snow, one piece, two piece, three or four piece! I said Zhao Xiaoqi, you shouldn't really write limericks, right? If you really don't know, my cousin will be reluctant to think of one for you!"

The man laughed loudly when the person heard the message nearby, and the woman covered her mouth and chuckled.

Cui Dongming's originally impetuous heart immediately comforted him. He said to himself: I was worried for nothing, and he still thought that he was a hidden character. He turned out to be a good person, and his handwriting was pretty good, but now he is better than poetry. No matter how good the handwriting is, what's the use?

The next half of Zhao Jin's poem will make all Zhao Jin's enemies feel relieved.

"Five, six, seven or eight pieces!? I said Zhao Xiaoqi, you are too inferior! Let's make such a limerick! Forget it, if you surrender now, I have a lot of them, so you will still lose half of them!" Zhao Shouyi only felt that the bad luck of the past few years was wiped out. Zhao Shouyi, Zhao Shouyi! You have today too. I see if you have any face to stay in Bianliang City after tonight!

After listening to the second half of the poem, people who were originally quite interested sat back on their original position.

This is completely meaningless than a poem, and it is not of the same level! I even thought that the prince spent a lot of money and bought the poem, which disappointed me!

No matter what it is, there are many people watching when they meet the opponent. Who cares about one-sidedness?

After a while, a terrifying voice came from Zhao Shouyi. "How could this happen? How could it be!"

It immediately aroused the curiosity of many people, and someone asked loudly: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone was already chanting the whole poem with excitement. "One piece, two piece, three piece, four piece, five piece, six piece, seven piece, eight piece, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, and plum blossoms are gone."

The beginning is boring, but in the second half, it is a turn of things, which makes people who read this poem feel like a roller coaster. It makes people applaud.

A young scholar who was in his forties was in his forties and had always been a plain view of this battle, but now he couldn't help but exclaim: "The whole poem is almost piled up with numbers, from one to ten to thousands to thousands to countless, but there is no doubt that it is burdensome! Reading it makes people feel like they are in the vast world of snow, but when they see a piece of cold plum blossom stand proudly in the snow, fighting the cold and spitting beauty, the snowflakes merge into the plum blossoms, and people also blend into the snowflakes and plum blossoms. Quatrain! Quatrain!"

In fact, this "Ying Xue" is not as good as the scholar said. The most important thing is that the writing style of turning around, giving people a new feeling. What is beauty? What is ugliness? Of course, this is good after comparison.

Although Cui Dongming's "Ode to Plum Blossoms" is good, and the artistic conception is wonderful, but if you lose, you will lose more than the turn of the road.

At this moment, Cui Dongming could no longer maintain his graceful gentleman image. His face was scaryly pale. He took a step back and murmured: "Why...how could it be like this?"

No wonder he was like this. He was rare to write a poem that was probably the most outstanding in his life. He also thought he could win the lead tonight, but he was defeated by someone with a boring poem at the beginning. Anyone who had the mood would probably not be better.

In fact, compared to Cui Dongming, the one who cannot accept the most is Zhao Shouyi and Liu Yuanbo and other enemies. They originally thought that they could humiliate Zhao Qian's side well today. However, they did not expect that Zhao Qian would turn defeat into victory!

Doesn’t this mean that Zhao Feng is a civil and military talent?

"Cheating! Zhao Jin, you must be cheating! How could you think of such a poem? You must have bought it for money!" Zhao Shouyi could no longer hold back and roared wildly.

Some people wanted to say justice, but their friends pulled their sleeves and more people agreed. Why? Of course, it was not just Zhao Qian's face of global ridicule, but they all made bets before, and they all thought they could win, and they all made a lot of them. Now it is not only a matter of justice or unfairness, but also a matter of money! At this time, I am afraid that it will attract people to hate when I speak out.
Chapter completed!