Du He was still an online writer in his previous life, and he still has basic professional cultivation.

Although Tang poetry and Song lyrics cannot be read easily, some classics are just open to their mouths.

After making a decision, Du He did not hesitate, smiled slightly, stepped forward and bowed to Kong Yingda: "Student, thank you Mr. Kong for your kindness. I will write a poem. I hope you don't break your promise."

It's over!

Kong Yingda's expression changed drastically in an instant, and she wished she could slap herself hard.

Isn't it? Isn't it? If Lu Yuanlang wants to show off, let him show off. What's the point of making him do? Now that I'm done, Duan Inkstone, which is considered a treasure, is probably going to fly.

But if he asked him to take back what he said before, as the thirty-one generation descendants of Confucius, he would not be able to do such a thing that he broke his promise and became fat.

What's more, there are so many people watching around, especially Cheng Yaojin's big mouth. Kong Yingda can guarantee that as long as he regrets, the Chang'an City that the old man will definitely promote is well known to everyone.

Kong Yingda is also a ruthless person. Since he can't regret it, he will definitely lose. He has already limited the scope before and wrote a poem on the title of Double Ninth Festival. If he still loses like this, he should be destined to be in his destiny.

"I have always been the only one. Today I will not regret it in front of the portrait of my ancestors. Come on, don't let Your Majesty wait for a long time."

"So... sir, let the students think a little bit." Du He bowed and thought in a fake manner.

Anyway, Kong Yingda has already said that one stick of incense is limited to a limited time, and the time is still very rich, so it is useless.

What's more, the last time I copied a poem was forced by the situation, so I had to do so. If I still make a poem in five steps this time...

Du He remembers that a big shot once said that the elites are one step ahead of others, the pillars are two steps ahead, the geniuses are three steps ahead, and the ones are ten steps ahead... that is a monster.

Monsters often do not have good results and are usually thrown into firewood piles and burned into ashes.

Du He lives well and doesn't want to die for a while, so... he's better to be honest and just pretend to be a genius.

In front of everyone, Du He walked around a few times. Just as everyone was a little impatient to wait, his steps suddenly stopped, his face showed a hint of joy, and he pointed to the hibiscus tree in the yard: "The lotus and golden chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the weather is (desired) Double Ninth Festival."

"Okay, what a lotus, golden chrysanthemum, and with this sentence alone, I'm afraid I will lose." Although Li Shimin is not good at poetry, he has the ability to appreciate.

Chongyuan is the name Kong Yingda. As the direct descendant of Confucius, the old man's knowledge is naturally extraordinary. Even without Li Er's reminder, he knew that he would lose.

I was disappointed and couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly. A mistake turned into eternal regret. Looking back, I have been a hundred years old and regretted it!

Du He heard Li Shimin's words and felt funny in his heart. This was the poem by Yan Shu, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty. How could it be bad?

Thinking of it, everyone present did not wait for a long time, he recited the following section: "The autumn scenery in the distant village is like a painting, the mangroves are sparse yellow among the mangroves. The flowing water is light, the sky is long, and the road is vast. With the high eyes, the wild geese come, they think infinitely."

After reciting the song "Hidden Lotus and Golden Chrysanthemums Fighting the Fragrance", the audience was filled with silence.

When the wild geese come, they think infinitely.

The old guys present lived for half their lives, and had decades of life, going through three dynasties, fighting, fighting again, unifying again, and unifying again, and not one ten relatives and friends left behind in the sea of ​​blood.

I don’t know how long it took, Kong Yingda sighed: “Stop, I won’t blame me for losing this time. The Du boy, my inkstone belongs to your teacher.”

Du He knew that this was not the time to act like a good person, so he quickly saluted: "Thank you for your promise. I hope you can forgive me for your rudeness."

Kong Yingda shook his head: "What a gentleman? Although your father and I are not a close friend, they were both eighteen bachelors. If you want to call me uncle in the future, you can only say "uncle" in the future."

Old man Kong is also shameless. A little kid got a naming poem according to his requirements in less than half an incense stick. The quality is so high that everyone present is speechless. What kind of face does he have to be a gentleman for others?

The scene was so awkward that even Lu Yuanlang didn't know what to say.

What I received as a student is simply...it's so worth it. It's impeccable in poetry. Not to mention crushing the literary world of the Tang Dynasty, it can at least be called unique.

It’s just..., it’s just that other aspects are a little worse, such as the Confucianism.

The so-called classics are actually different in each dynasty. For example, in the Western Han Dynasty, there were only five classics, "Poetry", "Book", "Rites", "Book", "Yi", and "Spring and Autumn Annals".

In the Tang Dynasty, the Five Classics evolved into Nine Classics, among which "Li" was dismantled into "Book of Rites", "Zhou Li" and "Yi Li"; "Qin Qiu" was dismantled into "Zuo Zhuan", "Gongyang Zhuan" and "Guliang Zhuan".

By the Song Dynasty, the Nine Classics became the Thirteen Classics again.

As for the "diligent reading of the Six Classics to the window" by Emperor Zhenzong of Song Dynasty, it actually refers to the six arts before the Western Han Dynasty, namely "Poetry", "Book", "Rite", "Music", "Book", "Fu" and "Spring and Autumn Annals". However, later "Music" was lost, and Dong Zhongshu made a fuss about it, and the Six Arts became the Five Classics of the Western Han Dynasty.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that no matter whether it is the past and present, or whether it is the Five Classics or the Six Arts, Du He has opened up the nine orifices with ten orifices - no one is known.

When I picked up the book, I stared at it. I didn’t know it, nor did it know me. Lu Yuanlang was so worried that he lost his hair in a strand of strands. He thought about all the tricks he could think about, but it was useless at all. Du He still got sleepy when he picked up the book.

In the end, Li Shimin was better at dealing with such problems. He laughed and said, "I taught a good student in Chongyuan. If I remember correctly, Du He should have studied in the Imperial College before. This kid is better than the one who is better than the one who is better than the one who is."

At first glance, Li Er's words are nothing wrong, but if you look at them carefully, it's not like that. What does it mean to be better than others? It's not that I am inferior to him.

This is a stingy knife, okay?

However, Li Er was kind-hearted after all, so Kong Yingda had to appreciate it. She turned around and responded to Shengnuo, and retreated to the side with her old face red and licked the wound.

Changsun Wuji looked at him sympathetically, and after thinking about it, he didn't persuade him. He coughed dryly, "Your Majesty, Master Lu, the time is almost the same, so we won't just do it now..."

"Slow down..." The gong-like voice sounded like thunder. Cheng Yaojin shook his arms and squeezed out of the crowd, stood in the middle of the ground, and pulled Du He: "Boy, I have to test you too. If I answered it, I will just give it to me. If I can't answer it, I will give it to me a set of exactly the same table and chair."

Du Hedu was so stupid that he heard this.

This old fairy is simply no one else.

If you want a table and chair, just say it directly. I didn’t say I didn’t give it to you. What’s the matter with me?

By the way, do you know the words?

Uh...wait a moment, this old man...deng wants to compete with me who is awesome, right?

That's too shameless.

Just as he was thinking, Lu Yuanlang stopped doing it, he slapped the table and said, "Old Cheng, don't bully people too much. Let me quickly put down my disciples, otherwise don't blame me for expelling Cheng Chumo from Hongwenguan."

If this is placed on ordinary parents, they will immediately become timid. After all, the one who suffers from the child is at the hands of others.

However, Lao Cheng was not an ordinary person. He opened his mouth and grinned: "Why, why did he pass the exam by Kong Laoer, but I can't. I look down on us fighters on the battlefield, right?"

"You..." Lu Yuanlang's beard shook so much that he was so angry that he had no choice but to deal with Cheng Yaojin.

The mandarin said that he could cure this guy was Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao, and the other was Li Shimin. However, Qin Qiong did not come at this time, so Lu Yuanlang could only ask Li Er for help: "Your Majesty, I hope Your Majesty will make the decision for the old minister."

Seeing Du He being held in his hand like a chicken by Cheng Yaojin, Li Shimin's heart... was so comfortable. Whoever let this kid let me let the pigeons go for several days, but he just didn't apologize. He deserved it, so he should let the demon Cheng Yaojin repair it.

After a moment of silence, Li Shimin finally said: "Don't be stubborn when you know the truth. Even your three axes can't stand it even if you are a veteran on the battlefield, let alone a child. If you really want tables and chairs, just go back and ask him to give you a set."

"Does Your Majesty look down on me? Is it a little kid? Why does Cheng need to deal with it with an axe?" Cheng Yaojin poked Du He on the ground and said indifferently: "Boy, I won't make things difficult for you. I will give you a math question. It's easy to answer everything, but I can't answer it...hehe..."

What a hehe, Master Bi Axe believes that he is not your opponent, but how can he be afraid of you, an old guy?

Looking at Cheng Yaojin, who was proud and thought he was sure to win, everyone present was full of black lines. This immortal 123 Siwu can tell who is in front and who is behind, and he has the face to learn how to learn. Are you sure you know how to write these two words?

Cheng Yaojin didn't care about those things. Thinking of the math problem that his eldest son Cheng Chumo used to take the exam for his wife a few days ago, he suddenly became very proud and even his extremely smart woman could not solve the problem. He didn't believe that Du He, a little brat who had not even grown all her hair, could think of the answer.

Cheng Yaojin seemed to see Du He unable to answer the question. Everyone present admired him and admired him in a state of obsession with his body. The old smiled even more ferociously: "Boy Du, you better agree quickly. If you agree, you will be able to pay for a set of tables and chairs if you don't agree, I will pinch you out of your shit."

Du He was speechless.

Can you not agree to this?

However, I don’t know where Cheng Yaojin got his confidence, so why is he so sure that he can’t answer his question.

After sorting out the clothes he had just messed up, Du He said tepidly: "The elder dares not say anything. Uncle Cheng has any questions. Just say it. My nephew does what he can. If he can't answer, let alone a set of tables and chairs, it doesn't matter if he changes all the tables and chairs in the mansion."

"Okay, I just like your arrogance. I hope you can still be so tough when you can't answer it later. I'm not as easy as Li Yuanchang. I dare to pay the debt. I've taken down your bones."

The bet has been made, and even if Lu Yuanlang wants to stop it, it will be too late.

Not to mention, there are still a lot of old people around who are afraid of the world being in chaos to watch the fun, and it is impossible for him to intervene.

As for Du Gou's thoughts... I'm sorry, he doesn't have the least amount to speak in such an occasion. Even if he is worried and anxious, he can only endure it.

Cheng Yaojin made enough harsh words and walked back and forth in front of Du He with his hands behind his back. When he was surrounded by people, he either shouted and beat and killed, or scolded him with rudeness. There was never a chance like today that was so popular today. You must enjoy it and go back and brag with your family.

In the end, even Fang Xuanling couldn't bear to watch it anymore and couldn't help but say, "Cheng Zhijie, can you be faster? The auspicious time for apprenticeship is coming."

"Isn't this here yet?" The old fairy's pride was interrupted, and she rolled her eyes as big as a copper bell and said, "But, since you are so anxious to see this boy make a fool of yourself, then Old Cheng is not polite. Boy, listen, say: There is a monkey..."

"Cough cough..." Lu Yuanlang, who was so nervous, couldn't help coughing after hearing the beginning, and his expression was very wonderful.

Yan Shigu touched his forehead with his hand and couldn't bear to look at it.

Both of them were witnesses of the Hongwenguan gambling incident, and they were full of sympathy for Cheng Yaojin, who was playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong and Lu Ban.

Where did this old guy hear this question?

Did the person who told him that the question did not tell him where the original source of the question was?

Li Shimin frowned, feeling strange.

He just heard Xiao Shiqi say this a few days ago, why does this old man Cheng Yaoxian know about it? Could it be that his stupid boy and Xiao Shiqi... went together?

Damn, I treat you as a friend, but you want to treat me as your in-laws!

Cheng Yaojin, Cheng Yaojin, you'd better not let me catch the handle of your silly boy, otherwise I will have to break his leg.

Li Shimin was full of ideas and was randomly making up for the couple, but Du He almost laughed out loud.

I thought it was a question, but I didn't expect it to be a question for free.

"Hahaha..." Cheng Yaojin was very satisfied with the silence effect he created. He put his hips on his hips and laughed wildly, raised his chin at Du He: "Boy, how about it? Can't answer it? If you can't answer, give up quickly and send that table and chair to me in the afternoon."

"Seventeen, you can carry seventeen bananas home in the little monkey."

"If you don't have one at home, I will see that your teacher's style is good. If you are a little older, you will be a little older. I don't mind using it..., what did you say?"

Seventeen? Li Shimin's eyes widened. How could it be Seventeen? He had calculated that he had only one answer, that is a banana.
To be continued...