Lu Hao walked in the hall, enjoying the glory of the crowd.

Lu Yingcai looked at Lu Hao with an uncontrollable smile on his face, almost shouting that this was his grandson.

Paused.

Lu Hao stopped, looked straight at Qin Yu, and spoke slowly.

"The Crazy Willow"

"First bully the flowers, then jealous of the plum blossoms. When will the spring breeze beg you for the green sun? "

This poem is implemented.

Students on the Imperial College side had cheers.

"Okay! I am worthy of being Lu Hao. The poem is good and the implication is better!"

"Hehehe~ When is the spring breeze? How long is the spring breeze?"

"Let's see how Qin Yu deals with it."

"I guess this first poem will stump Qin Yu?"

......

The students of the Imperial College were overjoyed and talked a lot.

Lu Yingcai's eyes were even more cunning, and he wanted to see how Qin Yu responded.

Lu Hao looked at Qin Yu and smiled, "Young Master Qin, it's your turn~"

The children of the school looked at Lu Hao with anger in their eyes.

Lu Hao not only wrote poems, but also insulted Qin Yu.

Comparing Qin Yu to a mad willow, bullying the flowers bloom later, and being jealous of the plum blossoms fall earlier. This is how long does the spring breeze come to? Today is so arrogant.

One of "bullying" and "jealousy" are all likening Qin Yu to a villain's success and criticizing him ruthlessly.

Zhang Zi'an and his great scholars listened quietly, with expressionless expression on their faces.

Xiao Rou frowned and her beautiful eyes were cold. She was about to get up to protect Qin Yu.

Qin Yu grabbed her jade hand that was placed by the table and said lightly: "Princess, don't worry, I can handle it. Only in the end will I know who the clown is."

The words are over.

Qin Yu let go of his hand, stood up, and walked in the hall.

Xiao Rou looked at Qin Yu's beautiful eyes and trembled. For some reason, she felt that she felt an inexplicable sense of security when she was with Qin Yu.

It seems that he can easily resolve any problem.

Xiao Nan raised his right hand high, "Come on Lao Qin."

At this time, everyone's eyes gathered on Qin Yu.

Qin Yu still looked as if he was light and calm.

"Ode to Willow"

"The jade is made up into a tall tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons are hanging down. I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors."

This poem is implemented.

There were cheers burst out from the side of the school.

"Hahahaha... good old Qin, this is poetry, what a mess of crazy willows, it's simply nonsense."

"There is what willow trees should look like, dignified, luxurious and elegant."

"It is unique and unique. From willow branches to willow leaves, you can borrow the willows to sing in the spring. The spring breeze is like scissors, both clear and gorgeous."

.........

Qin Yu's poem not only earned himself back his face, but also earned back his face in the school.

The great scholars and students of the Imperial College all looked at Qin Yu in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, this little prince really has something to do.

Lu Hao snorted inwardly and sat back.

Zhang Zi'an doesn't need to be judged by this poem, he himself knows that he is much different from Qin Yu.

But he did not doubt his talent.

His poem was originally intended to criticize Qin Yu.

Lu Yingcai frowned and was a little disappointed. He didn't expect that Qin Yu would chant such a good sentence at will.

Zhang Zi'an was calm and looked at the Imperial College, "Can anyone respond?"

Of course, the students of the Imperial College were dissatisfied, and someone stood up to fight in an instant.

But the poems made are unsatisfactory.

Although the "Ode to Willows" written by Qin Yu does not have any gorgeous rhetoric, it has novel ideas and full of charm and is very suitable for the situation.

"The first question is that Qin Yu of the Academy won."

Zhang Zi'an announced the results fairly and justly.

Although Xiao Rou asked him to be the judge alone, he was still disdainful of doing favoritism and fraud.

The students of Imperial College were sank.

The children of the school cheered and celebrated.

Although they are all children of princes, they are all in their prime and fighting for courage.

Xiao Rou also felt relieved, she had absolute confidence in Qin Yu.

Su Maode took out the second question, and the four big words "The ambition is hard to fulfill".

The students were in an uproar.

Such poetry is extremely common in the poetry world and is also the reason why many literati and poets write poems with wine.

But this question is very difficult for these students.

Because they are the children of princes and powerful people, they have been frugal since childhood, spoiled and spoiled, and have a bright future.

Therefore, it is difficult for them to understand the unfulfilled ambitions, because they will never experience that state of mind.

But the students of the Imperial College were still ready to try.

This is their last chance.

If Qin Yu wins another game, they will lose.

When did the Imperial College lose to the academy?

How could they let Zhang Zi'an down on his expectations for them?

The first round of the Imperial College was the first to pay.

The second game was the turn of the Academy.

Qin Yu stood up again and walked into the hall carelessly.

This time, he chose to kill in seconds, and he would not even have the chance to take action.

Qin Yu looked up at the top of the hall and spoke slowly.

"Climbing the High"

"The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are roaring, and the sand is clear and the birds fly back.

The endless fallen trees are rustling down, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling.

I am always a guest in the miserable autumn of thousands of miles, and I have been on stage for more than a hundred years.

The hardships and bitterness of the frost of the hair, the new wine glass was stopped."

This song "Climbing the High" is known as the number one seven-character poem in ancient and modern times, and is an insurmountable metrical model.

Not to mention these Imperial College students, even if Zhang Zian came to the scene personally, he might not be able to write poems that are comparable.

This poem is implemented.

There is a silence in the hall, and the falling needles can be heard.

Everyone stared at Qin Yu blankly, their eyes full of shock.

The indifferent scholars of the Imperial College also looked at Qin Yu in disbelief.

Lu Yingcai felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

Zhang Zi'an's hands trembled excitedly and looked at Qin Yu blankly.

How is that possible?

How is this possible?

How could Qin Yu write such a poem that is hard to fulfill?

What a sad feeling that is poor, old and sick, living in a foreign land, and being unfulfilled ambitions.

The exquisiteness of the character refining and the parallelism is unprecedented and no one comes afterwards.

The students of the Imperial College have no courage to stand up and fight.

No one wants to humiliate himself.

Xiao Rou looked up at Qin Yu, her beautiful eyes full of light.

With just this song, she knew that the Academy had won, won the glory, and won the whole class as a convincing person.

She really couldn't understand why Qin Yu was so talented.

From poetry to strategy theory, from strategy theory to making tea.

Xiao Rou now no longer only admires Qin Yu, but also admires him very much.

She felt that only Qin Yu was there.

Nothing will be a problem.

I didn't say anything when I saw everyone.

Qin Yu looked at Zhang Zi'an and bowed slightly, "Zhang Jijiu, Imperial College can send someone to fight."

Zhang Zian shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "My friend Qin Yu, don't make fun of this anymore. Do you think they have the courage to fight?"

"Don't talk about them, I and the old people around me dare not accept your song "Climbing the High"!"

"Mirely wonderful, wonderful~"

The words are over.

All the great scholars and doctors from the Imperial College are from behind.
Chapter completed!