Cao Fanghao smiled bitterly again, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a voice coming from beside him: "Who are you going to write to?"

When the few people looked around, they saw a young man wearing a long gown, a crown and a hairpin on his head, and a three-foot-foot-sided walk over with a wine pot in his hand.

This scholar should know Cao Fanghao and Cao Fangfeng. He leaned against their brothers and glanced at Liu Qi, and said with a smile: "Why, didn't you ask me to write a letter from home in the past? How could you change someone this time? Family letters are very important. If there are too many white words written by someone who asks someone to write a letter for your parents, will the letter be written in vain?"

"You are so sensible!" Zhang Hu shouted. The Anxi Protectorate, and even the entire Jixi scholars, almost all work in yamen at all levels, or are the princes of local big families. These big-headed soldiers dare not offend easily. But this man belittled Liu Qi so much, especially his derogatory ability to write, he couldn't help but refute. However, there was another reason why he was 'can't help but write': 'It should be no big shot when he knew the two Cao brothers and wrote letters for them. He should not be a big shot, and it would be no big shot if he offended him.'

"What do I say?" The scholar was not angry, perhaps because an illiterate soldier shouted that it was not worth making him angry.

He glanced at Liu Qi, who was wearing a yellowish coat, and said, "What a man to argue for you? I just look down on you. If you want to compare literature, let's compare it; you have to think that the literary ones can't compare it." As he said that, he patted the sword on his waist, "It's okay to compete in martial arts!"

'You are taking the wrong medicine! I didn't mess with you, why are you always trying to criticize me?' Liu Qi complained in his heart. Zhang Hu's words were not serious at all, and he had never said a word to him, and there was no provocative action. Why did he stimulate him so excited?

In any case, Liu Qi could not continue to shrink, even if he was beaten, it would be better than a turtle with a head-shifting turtle. However, he glanced at the sword on the man's waist and thought about the combat effectiveness of scholars before the imperial examination system. Although he was not confident in literature, Liu Qi still swallowed and said, "Since you want to compete with me, I will follow it. This matter started as a substitute for writing letters, so of course we have to compare literature."

"Okay, since you have to compare the writing, there is no paper or pen now, and it is not easy to write in places like wine shops, so compare it to poetry. Since ancient times, writing poetry has never been better than our dynasty, and it is best to compare it to poetry. What do you think, huh?" Reading people said.

"Then let's compare writing poetry." Liu Qi agreed to the content of the competition with the spirit of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

At this time, the guests in the entire restaurant had surrounded them and were waiting to watch the fun. The scholar said, "To avoid unfairness, and to save others from saying that I would take advantage of you, I just pointed at the question alone." As he said, he pointed to a person who looked like a local coolie. "You asked for the question."

"I?" The thick man he pointed at scratched his head: "I don't understand poetry."

"Just ask you to give a topic, you don't have to understand poetry, just give one."

The rough man scratched his ears and his face for a while, and finally pointed to the middle of the city and said, "Let's write about the Zhuan Ben Pagoda in the city." Zhuan Ben Pagoda was built by a monarch who advocated Buddhism hundreds of years ago when Buddhism had just been published. It was a local scene. He thought that this topic was not vulgar and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Then write the newspaper tower." After saying this, the scholar ignored Liu Qi and sat down and began to think about it.

"Can you write a good poem? Don't be very good, just be better than him." Zhang Hu whispered in Liu Qi's ear.

"He cannot be underestimated." Cao Fanghao didn't know how literary Liu Qi was, but he subconsciously felt that he was not as good as that person. After hearing Zhang Hu's words, he whispered: "You don't recognize him. His surname is Li Quan. He is a member of the Li family of the local aristocratic family. Although he is not a legitimate branch, he has been well-read since childhood. He should not be as good as the aristocratic family in the Central Plains, but he thinks..." Cao Fanghao didn't say the following words, but the meaning was very obvious.

‘I’m just making a fuck!’ It would be nice if Liu Qi, who was raised with modern education, could write traditional Chinese characters. He asked him to write poems, saying ‘The waves in the Yangtze River push the waves in the front, and the waves in the front died on the beach’? Or ‘one piece, two piece, three or four piece, five piece, six piece, seven or eight piece’? But no one gave him the fourth line of poetry.

It would be fine if there were famous poems in later generations that were written by towers. I copied them and fooled them first. But there were no dozens of poems he recited in later generations that he wrote about towers. What should I do? Liu Qi was anxious to go to the toilet, but the line in front of the toilet was like a person who was eight miles away, and his face turned red.

"Hey, you might as well choose someone to compete with him. Being beaten is better than this." Zhang Hu knew that Liu Qi's expression was like he could not write anything, and couldn't help but say.

"You will give up honestly later." Cao Fanghao said: "A family like Li Quan is very proud of your face. If you want to give up honestly, it would be fine if he gives up with all his face; if you don't give up honestly, he will be even worse for you if he is unhappy."

"Li Quan is still the soldiers of the Thunder Ye Town, and he is a military officer. He is an official. We should be a big-headed soldier. At worst, I can invite you a few more drinks."

'It was obviously a disaster that I had in my possession, and I had never said a word of offending, but I still wanted to admit defeat!' Liu Qi was of course unhappy, but, 'Forget it, the form is better than that of others, just admit defeat. Wait, sooner or later, I will get the scene back! Thirty years, Hedong and thirty years, Hexi, don't bully the young man poor!' Liu Qi yelled in his heart like a wasteful protagonist who broke off the engagement.

At this time, Li Quan had already written a poem and read it out loud. "Who is looking for success to join hands? I will go and go through the morning. I will write the sun in the tower and the sky is reflected in the dust and folding corner scarf."

"Okay!" A cheer suddenly sounded. But don't get me wrong. They were not because of the poem's well written. There were 80% of the hundreds of "audiences" inside and outside the restaurant. There were not one person who knew the poem. They just judged that Liu Qi was definitely not as good as Li Quan, and they were waiting to see the joke. Everyone who applauded looked at Liu Qi, and some people were almost unable to hold back their smiles.

Liu Qi's face turned redder. He also had self-esteem. He had to admit defeat in front of so many people. The cause was very inexplicable. He was almost frustrated and just stood there and didn't speak.

"Hey, if you have a poem, read it out and let everyone comment; if you don't, admit defeat, don't stand straight." Li Quandao.

Liu Qi's fists became tight and loose, loose and tight, and finally he could only let go of it dejectedly and wanted to speak.

"Hey, I haven't even held up a fart for half an hour, so I'm not as good as me. I can say, 'The stone tower has seven layers, thick on top, thin on bottom'!" Seeing that Liu Qi was about to admit defeat, someone sneered, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Hearing this, Liu Qi was so angry that he almost got angry on the spot. He turned around and fought and talked to the man. But he suddenly thought of something and stopped his movements.

"Don't make a laugh." Li Quan couldn't hold back his laughter, but he quickly held back and scolded him.

"Do you have any poems?" he said to Liu Qi again, his tone was already a little impatient.

"I have come up with a song for you," said Liu Qi.

"Thank me for my blessing? Read it." Li Quandao.

"Then I'll go to study." Liu Qi coughed and said loudly: "Far from a distance, the stone tower is dark, thin above and thick below; one day after another, the bottom is thin below and thick above."

"Puff!" A burst of laughter suddenly sounded at the scene, and everyone laughed at Liu Qi without any concealment.

"Haha, this is also called poetry?"

"That's right, this is also a poem, what I just said is also a poem."

"Ha ha!"

"This is better to admit defeat! You didn't listen to a single word of my words!" Cao Fanghao looked anxious. Although he couldn't read a big word, he could hear that this could not be considered a poem at all. It was just a rumor that ordinary people usually said. It would be fine if Liu Qi really wrote a poem, even if it was not as good as Li Quan's, it would be fine if he said it; but if he said a few rumors as a poem, wouldn't this be fun for Li Quan! He might be even more angry.

Sure enough, Li Quan was stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly: "How can you calculate poetry?"

"How can't it be considered a poem?" Liu Qi asked back: "This poem is rhyming."

"You fart!" Li Quan couldn't help but swear. "Rhyme can be considered a poem? What about the tone! You, a military man who doesn't read, write a poem with a few words! I'm afraid you haven't read a few poems!"

"I have also read a few poems, such as "Quiet Night Thoughts" by Li Bai and Li Taibai, the great poet of this dynasty. The bright moonlight in front of the bed was suspected to be frost on the ground. I looked up at the bright moon and thought of my hometown." Liu Qi could not think of how to answer properly for a moment, so he simply shook his cleverness.

"Qing Lian's "Quiet Night Thoughts" by Mr. Qinglian?" Li Quan was stunned for a moment when he heard this poem, with his eyes a little slight; but after hearing Liu Qi say the complete poem, he was furious, and he was even more angry than before. "You fang slave! You can even recite the poem wrongly! It is clearly: Looking at the moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected that it is frost on the ground. He looks up at the mountain moon and thinks about his hometown."

"How could it be that you look at the moonlight in front of the bed and look up at the mountain moon?" Liu Qi carries the bright moonlight in front of the bed and look up at the moonlight in front of the bed since he was a child. Because this poem is so famous, he remembers it clearly. How could he recite it wrong?

Seeing Liu Qi's expression, Li Quan opened his mouth and continued to curse. But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Li Quan, when talking about poetry and essays, one should be against poetry and not against people. Even if there are any errors in what he said, how can he curse people like this?"
Chapter completed!