"This is a good proposal!"

"The country must not only intimidate the country with force, but also promote civil governance!"

The civil officials agreed one after another.

On the other hand, military generals stared at each other, including many Confucian generals who knew the knowledge of literature and martial arts, but writing poems on the spot was not the opponent of civil officials at all.

Li Shilong proposed that fighting poetry is not only to mediate conflicts between civil and military officials, but more importantly, when necessary, civil officials should also use the arrogance of military generals to slap the arrogance of military officials. This is the way to balance.

At this time, a civil servant suggested: "Your Majesty, and today you are in peace, your majesty's civil and military achievements are just like the ancient kings. I have a poem, please give your majesty a glorious view!"

Everyone pricked up their ears, but listened to the man chanting.

Qin Mo almost vomited. This is too licking. It’s so straightforward to praise people.

When watching Li Shilong, he was smiling and obviously in a good mood.

"Your Majesty, I'm done reading it!"

The man said.

"Qin Mo, cut a deer leg for him!" Li Shilong said with a smile.

Qin Mo came speechlessly, but he still did it. The minister was so excited that he burst into tears.

I really cried on the spot and cried, which made Qin Mo confused.

Sure enough, literati are much better than martial artists.

Afterwards, everyone wrote poems, praising Li Shilong.

There are also people who use poetry to show their ambitions, in short, they are all for the purpose of attracting Li Shilong's attention.

"Liang Aiqing, your poems are the best in Daqian, why don't you write poems?" Li Shilong wanted to see what poems Liang Zheng would do.

But Liang Zheng did not intend to write a poem, but instead said firmly: "Your Majesty, too many praises will make people immerse themselves in it. Daqian is far from peace and stability in the country. If he is content with the status quo, he will lose his original intention. Civil officials are not afraid of advice from death, and military generals are not afraid of fighting in the death. Only then can Daqian be safe and stable in the country and the people."

Qin Mo looked at Liang Zheng a little differently. Apart from being a bit old-fashioned, what he said was quite reasonable.

It would be even better if I didn't cause trouble for him.

Li Shilong's face was unhappy. Liang Zheng had a great rule every day to suppress him, but he could not refute it.

Don’t you understand how good the Zhang Chi is?

It's Dongshou now, do you have to fight against him?

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly became cold.

At this time, Gongsun Wuji stood up to smooth things over, "I have a poem here, please appreciate it!"

Li Shilong suppressed his displeasure. After listening to Gongsun Wuji's flattery poems, he felt much better.

The atmosphere at the scene was also much more lively. After this time, someone said, "Old Man Cheng, don't you claim to be a Confucian general, why can't you even let go of a fart for a long time?"

Cheng Sanfu turned dark, "Will the Confucian general be able to write poetry? It's enough for me to know the art of war!"

"Everyone is involved, just you drink, isn't it too boring? No one among you can write a poem?"

This suddenly ignited the generals' emotions, "Who said that no one of us can do it?"

"That's right, if you don't agree, we will compare!"

In the crowd, someone said, "The poems you just said are too empty. They are either flattering or fake. How about we just talk about the topic of the battlefield or the battlefield?"

"What's wrong!"

"Isn't that easy to pick it up?"

The civil officials were very confident.

Li Shilong took a sip of wine, but did not stop them. These people were really ungrateful. Wasn’t this delivered to the door?

If Liu Chenghu was there, they might be able to compete with one or two.

Liu Chenghu was good at fighting and was a Confucian general, and his literary talent was outstanding. Even Liang Zheng often praised him.

Although the rest are a bit literary, they can at most write some likable poems!

"I'll do it first!"

Gongsun Wuji understood what Li Shilong thought and said, "Golden swords and iron horses..."

He almost took a poem out of his mouth every two steps, and the poem was also very grand and attracted everyone's praise.

"Okay, I'm finished reading, it's your turn!" Gongsun Wuji said with a smile.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and everyone whispered to each other on the side of the general.

Even Cheng Sanfu knew that the poem written by Gongsun Wuji was very good.

Everyone frowned, and the sons of the generals were also anxious.

"Are you okay or not? It's been ten breaths, and no one has responded yet?"

"What are you urging? Can you get poetry by patting your head? Don't you think about it?" Cheng Sanfu replied.

"But you always have to have a time limit. If you think about it tomorrow, will we have to wait until tomorrow?"

"That's right, at most thirty breaths. If you can't do it for thirty breaths, it will be considered as your loss!"

Cheng Sanfu whispered to Li Cungong: "What should I do? Have you figured it out?"

Li Cungong widened his eyes, "I think of it, what a fool, Gongsun Wuji's poem is a top-notch poem. If I can think of it, wouldn't I become a civil servant?"

Cheng Sanfu looked at the others, "Which bastard said he wanted to compare with Shi? You can do a letter ball. Wouldn't the master take the embroidery needle and play with it?"

Hearing this, many people laughed.

Gongsun Wuji showed a proud smile on his face.

Although this is just a small competition, it is a victory that civil officials have longed for.

Daqian will establish his country immediately.

It has been almost twenty years now, and there are battles almost every year.

Therefore, the status of military generals is very high, while the status of civil officials is not too high.

After all, the two sides are fighting for nothing more than rights.

"Do you know poetry?"

Cheng Sanfu looked at Cheng Dabao and others, and their heads were shaking like rattles.

"Things that are useless can't even be poetry!"

Cheng Sanfu cursed.

Cheng Dabao and his friends were very aggrieved. Don’t you, too? Why do you ask them to do it?

"It's already twenty breaths now, and you still have ten breaths!" Gongsun Wuji reminded.

Gongsun Chong, Du Youwei and others looked at each other and smiled.

Or in other words, no one on the side of the civil officials would not laugh.

Qin Mo hit Hache, thinking they were so bored, and they were quarreling with children. They didn't like each other, so they just hit the fist.

I have to fight poetry, but now I am so excited that I am directly attracted by someone who uses a provocation method.

It can be expected that the general will be embarrassed in a while.

But it has nothing to do with him.

Seeing that the agreed thirty breaths were coming, a man suddenly said, "Qin Hanzi can do math, and neither Liangshi can compare with him. He will definitely write poetry!"

The person who speaks is not someone else, it is Cheng Dabao!

Cheng Sanfu was also stunned, "Yes, why did I forget Qin Mo!"

He looked at Qin Mo and found Qin Mo with a blanket face, strode forward, and slapped his palm with a big palm on his shoulder, "Nephew Qin, this matter is related to the glory of our military generals. I will leave the poem to you!"

Cheng Sanfu secretly praised Cheng Dabao. He knew that no one of the generals came up right, so he simply pushed this matter to Qin Mo.
Chapter completed!