"Young Master Zhang's words seem to be a bit vulgar!"

His eyes glanced towards Ying Si's face, and Feng Xian's face instantly became gloomy, and a look of shock appeared.

In Xianyang City, an order and legal system have been formulated.

It is said that although King Ying Si of Qin was cruel, he stipulated to the outside world that the people of Xianyang City were not allowed to speak filthy words.

It seems that he wants to build a harmonious society! But this young boy named Jacky Cheung, he is arrogant and even a little arrogant.

Ying Si also looked at him coldly. Feng Xi said something in his words, which was clearly ridiculing the vulgarity of Xianyang! He immediately responded: "I'm really sorry. I'm rude to some people, while others are polite, and they have to vary from person to person."

This is not difficult to understand! To put it simply, I will only be like this when I see you Feng Xi. When I meet other people, even if they are beggars, they have a good attitude.

"Then "Qingping Diary" was written by the young master?"

Ying Si did not deny it at all, nodded, and continued to pretend to be a cup, "I can write tuitions at the age of three, but now it has become a skill that penetrates deep into the bone marrow!"

"———”Can you show off a little more?

You can write poems at the age of three. Brother, do you know the words?

Do you know that the shoulder pole is "one"?

Do you know 1+1=2?

Feng Xi's expression was serious and continued: "I read the poems of the young master, and the handwriting was neat, and the font was a small seal script from the Qin State. I guess I have been practicing calligraphy for a long time."

"Do you know calligraphy?"

Ying Si couldn't help but find a great wonder. Calligraphy was only available after rice paper was made.

The specific reason is this: rice paper emerged from nowhere and I found that the handwriting written by someone was even worse than that of a spider.

Some people write like carvings, with a straight look! After a while, some people call the words written in good handwriting "calligraphy". Some people in Xianyang City have even started to publish copybooks, allowing those with ugly handwriting to start copying.

There are business opportunities everywhere! "A little idea."

Feng Xian replied.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Although Qin and Qi do not border, Qi is currently a great country, a powerful country in the east, while Qin is a powerful country in the Western Regions.

When two major countries compete for power, either both sides will suffer losses, or one country will kill another country and continue to become bigger and stronger.

Therefore, there must be a battle between Qin and Qi, either more than ten years later or hundreds of years later, which is inevitable.

Since we have to fight each other sooner or later, we must first understand the customs and customs of Qin, the appearance of the land, etc.

But unexpectedly, Feng Xi was defeated as soon as he arrived in Qin and was beaten by Ying Si's song "Qingping Diary".

"I wonder what Mr. Feng is called me, so what is happening?"

Feng Xi resisted the urge to curse and said softly: "I want to show off with the young master on the spot, and I will talk to the poems from a distance."

"Why do you still have to talk about poetry?

The poem just now is a judgment of the highest level. Could it be that Mr. Feng cannot afford to lose?”

Ying Si's words quickly aroused the suspicion of many people.

Yes, the winner has already been distinguished, why do you have to do it again? This is very unfair to the winner.

"Of course I can afford to lose, but I guess that the poem was not written by you, Mr. Zhang, at all, but you asked someone else to write it on your behalf, and you just recited it and wrote it down."

"oh?

It turns out that Brother Feng is making excuses for his failure!"

That's also possible.

But the "Qingping Diary" created by Ying Si is like an insurmountable mountain.

Even if Feng Xi gave three, five, ten, or even a lifetime, he would never be able to create such a poem.

But Feng Xi is not willing to admit defeat! It is good not to admit defeat, but he chose the wrong opponent because Ying Si is not fighting alone.

At this moment, Li Bai, Du Fu, Li He, Du Mu, Fan Zhongyan, Liu Yong, Su Shi, all literary masters in Chinese history, possessed their souls.

Do you think you are dealing with only me?

Sorry, you are facing the entire Chinese literary world! Ying Si smiled and said, "Since Mr. Feng is suspicious, I don't think there is anything to worry about. If you are still using 'beauty' as the title, should I create another poem of the same level? Mr. Feng no longer doubts about my skills?"

Joke, do you think I have memorized this poem by Li Bai?

There are three poems by Li Bai's "Qingping Dictionary" and the other two are also insurmountable existences in the literary world.

Feng Xi didn't believe what Ying Si said. He always felt that Ying Si was tricking him, but he had no evidence.

Someone whispered: "Brother, Mr. Zhang is already considered elegant to be able to agree to your request. Don't make any other requests."

"Yes, you obviously lost!"

"What's more, if this young master can really write poems of the same level, it will be enough to prove his outstanding literary talent."

You say something, I say something.

This is the public opinion, this is the public's heart.

Feng Xi really had no reason to continue asking for anything. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, as the young master said, we don't need to write or write. Just recite it directly, so there should be no pause in the middle."

Ying Si said in his heart that "Three Hundred Tang Poems" is already familiar with me. Don't say it's a pause, I'll call you a father! After taking a sip of Qin wine, Xiangfei's fan unfolded, Ying Si recited again: "A branch of red dew condenses fragrance," "The clouds and rains of Wushan are heartbroken."

"I would like to ask who is like Qin Palace," "Poor Feiyan leans on her new clothes."

Ying Si recited a sentence, and everyone repeated it. The words were extremely gorgeous. If you recite it gently, you would be familiar with it.

If the first song of "Qingping Dian" is already an insurmountable mountain, then the second song is like clouds on the mountain. If you only take a look at it, you will feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

Unable to surpass! "Impossible, impossible, how could such a gorgeous poem be made by you?"

Feng Xi's face looked extremely ugly, as if he was struck by lightning: "This, it must be what you recited, it must be like this."

If Feng Xi questioned the first poem, some people understood it, but questioning the second poem was completely unreasonable.

It’s no wonder! After all, he was a disciple of Mengchangjun of Qi. Before the spring and summer spell, everyone praised him to a height he shouldn’t have.

Sure enough, the higher you fly, the harder you fall! Every word Feng Xi said at this moment seemed pale and powerless, just to make a clear statement.

Seeing that he was in a state of dismay, Ying Si continued to take advantage of the situation. Don’t you look down on the Qin people? Then I will slap you in the face with the identity of the Qin people.

"Young Master Feng, you are right. You may have recited this poem by the young master. In this way, I will give you another poem."

So, Ying Si began to recite the third chapter of "Qingping Dictionary": "Famous flowers sway the country and the two of them are happy," and "The king often sees them with a smile."

"Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze," "The agarwood pavilion leans on the railings in the north."
Chapter completed!