"make a deal."

Since Wei Yan agreed, Liu Bingyi naturally agreed too.

For fairness, the prince-consor Wu Bing gave the question.

Wu Bing took the initiative and went out to the crowd, twisting his beard and said, "Today's competition is just to discuss literature. Both of them are rare talents in my Dayan. I hope it will be the last one and don't hold grudges in private."

Liu Bingyi bowed and said, "I should do this."

Song Zihua stood proudly and did not answer.

Wu Bing didn't care. He had already heard of the young man's arrogance. It is inevitable that young man will be arrogant because of his talent.

He pondered for a moment and said, "One poem and one lyrics, two poems decide the outcome, what do you think?"

Song Zihua snorted coldly and said proudly: "One song is enough. But since Mr. Wu spoke, then just two songs."

Liu Bingyi said: "I have no objection."

Wu Bing nodded and said, "Okay, this first poem is to..."

Speaking of this, he paused suddenly, looked at the corridor not far outside the crowd, and after thinking for a while, he said, "This first poem is based on the battle against the Huns in the Great Yan Kingdom frontier. The two incense sticks of time are considered a loss if they are not written out of time."

Not far away, under the corridor.

In the dim lights, the woman in red dress who had been reading books in the pavilion before was already sitting there.

After hearing Wu Bing's question, the woman standing next to him chuckled softly: "Master, this Prince Wu is good at pleasing people."

The woman in the red dress did not speak, and looked at the boy in the crowd.

She really wanted to see if this young man could make another masterpiece that surprised and touched her.

After Wu Bing finished the question, he sat down and talked to his friends.

The servant quickly lit a stick of incense.

All the literati bowed their heads and thought about what works they could make with this topic.

Song Zihua walked aside, carried his hands on his back, looked up at the sky, and secretly conceived.

Liu Bingyi frowned and was also thinking hard.

Wei Yan patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry if you have two incense sticks. Let's go and have some snacks first and drink some wine. Maybe you will suddenly have inspiration."

Liu Bingyi glanced at him and followed silently.

Other literati are trying their best to conceive, and they all want to come up with a good work.

If these two people's works are not good at that time, they will naturally have the opportunity to compete for the limelight.

Wei Yan took Liu Bingyi to the table and sat down, picked up the wine pot, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "Do you have any clues?"

Liu Bingyi shook his head and honestly explained: "No."

At this time, Liu Wuyou walked over from the side, picked up the wine pot that Wei Yan had just put down, poured a glass for Wei Yan, and whispered: "Brother, it's okay, Mr. Wei already has it."

Liu Bingyi looked up in shock.

Wei Yan also looked at her with a look of surprise and said, "How do you know?"

Liu Wuyou put down the wine pot, smiled gently, and said, "Look at your expression, you will know that you are determined to win that jade pendant."

"Ahem."

Wei Yan picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said without blushing: "It doesn't matter if the jade pendant is not a jade pendant. I don't care about it at all. I just want to win the disease, that's all."

Liu Wuyou nodded and said, "Well, I believe it."

But as he said that, he believed it, but he didn't believe it at all.

Liu Bingyi was surprised and said, "Brother Yan, do you really have it?"

Wei Yan patted his stomach, but suddenly felt that the words and actions were a little ambiguous. He quickly patted his head again and said, "I have it."

As he said that, he looked around and saw that no one was looking over, and immediately came to his ear and read it.

Liu Wuyou also approached, but didn't hear it.

After reading it, Liu Bingyi immediately looked admiring. After silently reciting it several times, he immediately raised his thumbs as he had done before. Before he could speak, Wei Yan grabbed his thumb and said, "Brother Yan 6666666, I already know, go quickly."

Liu Bingyi immediately stood up and walked over.

At this time, the lit incense stick only burned a small piece.

When Liu Bingyi walked to the table next to Wu Bing and picked up a pen to prepare to write, Song Zihua suddenly turned around and shouted: "I have it!"

Then, he quickly walked to another table and wrote.

When he finished writing and drying the ink traces, he saw that Liu Bingyi had finished writing, he was stunned at first, and then sneered: "It's useless to just be fast. Brother Liu, it's still early, are you sure you won't think about it carefully?"

Liu Bingyi picked up the cotton silk and said, "If Brother Song is not sure, you can think about it carefully. At this level, it will be useless to think about it again."

After saying that, he stepped forward and respectfully handed the poem in his hand to Wu Bing, saying, "Old Wu, I have finished it."

Wu Bing's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he quickly stood up and took it with both hands.

However, Song Zihua sneered, stood aside, holding a masterpiece, and did not rush forward. When Mr. Wu finished reading the first song, he would naturally be even more amazing when he watched him again.

Wu Bing held the poem and approached the lantern. When he saw the first sentence, his eyes lit up. When he saw the second sentence, his eyebrows frowned. When he saw the next two sentences, he immediately slapped his thighs and praised: "Good poem! Good poem!"

Immediately, I quickly gave the poem to several other friends beside me to watch.

After reading the old men, their faces were blushing and they were overjoyed: "It's indeed a rare poem! This boy is really talented and amazing!"

This movement immediately woke up the talented people who were conceiving, and their eyes immediately looked over.

What poem is it that makes the prince consort and other literary predecessors praise it so much?

Not far away, the woman in red also put down her wine glass and stared at the cotton silk with her poems written on it.

Song Zihua frowned and felt a little nervous, but when he glanced at the poem in his hand, his confidence rose again.

He didn't believe that with his talent, he could not compare to this guy who had just emerged!

Wu Bing took the cotton from his friend, glanced at everyone, and said, "This is Mr. Liu's poem "Going to the Frontier". I will read it again. Let's analyze it in my heart first. I will compare it with Mr. Song's poem later. Which one loses and which one wins, I will not count if I say it alone, and everyone agrees, then count."

After saying that, he unfolded the cotton and started to recite aloud.

"The bright moon in Qin Dynasty is in flames, and people have not returned the Long March..."

As soon as the first sentence came out, Song Zihua felt a shock in her heart, her face changed slightly, and the cotton in her hand began to tremble.

"But let the flying general in Longcheng be there, and the Huma will not be able to cross Yinshan."

When the last sentence was read out, Song Zihua's poem in his hand slid on the ground with a "click".

On the corridor not far away, the woman in red trembled and murmured: "But let the flying general of Longcheng be there... But let the flying general of Longcheng be there..."

Suddenly, her eyes turned red, and she thought of the elder who was both a teacher and a friend, the nemesis of the Huns, and the pride of the Great Yan Empire, a hero who had passed away with the wind and buried in the loess.

She is his elder.
Chapter completed!