Shen Ao said loudly, not as if he was joking. This made Shi Zitong, who was originally thinking about revenge, how could he let it go. In front of everyone, he first bent over and bowed and saluted Shen Ao. Come on.
Everyone was confused by this scene. They didn't understand why Shi Zitong, who was so aggressive and accusing Shen Ao just now, became like this.
"I admire you very much. I rarely admire others. My young master's actions today really let me know what it means to boast about Haikou. Just like this, I am not talented, so I want to give it a try. If I am lucky enough to win, Please don't be angry with me." Shi Zitong looked sincere, but he knew that this was all a pretense. It was because of Shen Ao's status that he said such a thing in advance. These words came. Even if Shen Ao was stumped, with these words first, others would not accuse him or anything.
The so-called salute is just to hold Shen Ao up high, leaving him with no way out.
At this moment, Shi Zitong pushed Shen Ao into a corner. If Shen Ao can't write poetry next, his reputation will be ruined from now on. From now on, wherever there are poetry gatherings, he will only know how to write poems. He retreated and could no longer appear in front of others.
"So despicable." Behind the white gauze, Bai Qiutong bit her lips and said silently. Even if Shen Ao cheated in advance and prepared the poems, he still used his heart to write the Huanxi Sha poem based on the other party ·On the Dragon Boat Festival, it is enough to stand up for their woman. Why bother to embarrass him?
Bai Qiutong's secretly angry look was extremely cute. She didn't know that at this moment, Shen Ao's impression in her heart had already changed greatly, and she even had a vague favorable impression in it. At this moment, she was still I am not ashamed of Shi Zitong’s coercive behavior.
Not only Bai Qiutong, but also many beauties and talented women behind the white gauze curtain have the same idea. Maybe Shen Ao has a bad reputation, but he has good looks and a handsome appearance!
Maybe Shen Ao is uneducated and has no skills, and the poems he wrote were prepared in advance and cheated, but he has good looks and a handsome appearance!
Perhaps Shi Zitong did have a deep chest and was full of knowledge, but compared to Shen Ao, he was good-looking and handsome!
Maybe...but Shen Ao has good looks and a handsome appearance!
This is the mentality of many girls. There is no reason. They just control their appearance. Appearance is justice and appearance is victory.
Don't try to reason with women. Many times your thoughts are not on the same line at all. If you must reason, you are destined to lose. Because when you start to reason, you have already lost.
You don't know that reasoning with women is a terrible thing.
As a man, Shi Zitong didn't understand this. Even if he knew it, he wouldn't care. In this era where men's power is greater than all else and women are mostly male vassals, people like him won't care about what women think. He thinks It was just one thing that severely trampled Shen Ao's face under his feet and let him know that Poetry will not get the slightest favor because you are the young master.
"Okay, young master, that's it. Are you ready to give a question?" Shi Zitong saw that Shen Ao was still standing with his hands behind his hands, standing there with an arrogant look, but he couldn't help but speak. In the meantime, he was already preparing to kill the other party.
"slow."
Shen Ao spoke. Shi Zitong, who was about to give a question and looked very excited, swallowed hard. It was an uncomfortable feeling to be interrupted forcibly.
"What? Are you scared, young master?" He thought that Shen Ao was about to back down. Shi Zitong was not willing to comply, so he continued to bully him with words.
Everyone thought that Shen Ao was scared. After all, he was just pretending. No matter what, he just defeated Shi Zitong in a round, right? Even if he quits now, it can be regarded as a victory.
When everyone thought that Shen Ao would just give up, he said, "Well, although my lord is a natural genius and handsome, you are just a small staff member, but you want to be seen in public You’re not qualified enough to write a question for your own country’s father.”
Nonsence!
At this moment, Shi Zitong wanted to look proud of Shen Ao. But he didn't dare. The so-called gentleman is always quick to talk, and there was no reason why he dared to treat a duke like this, even one who got his position through hereditary status. position, then he has also committed a serious crime, and I am afraid that even the third prince will not be able to protect him.
Unable to take action, Shi Zitong suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice, "Even if someone is said to be unqualified, how will he be tested by Duke Yu?"
"Simple, just add a bet. If my father-in-law loses, he will quit the poetry boat and never see you again. On the contrary, if Shi's staff loses, whenever my father-in-law appears in the future, you need to stay away and give way ten steps away. Also, didn’t Staff Shi just look down on all the talented people and beauties, saying that those without talent would have no shame to stay on the boat and jump into the Luoshui River? If you lose, just fulfill your previous promise."
Facing the aggressive Shi Zitong, Shen Ao fought back. In terms of character, he is a person who must avenge his flaws. His emphasis is on revenge. Even if Shi Zitong wants to run against him and does not give him a way out, how can he give him a way out? Going for a walk?
Speaking of which, Shen Ao's bet is a bit unfair. At least he won't jump into the river if he loses, but in the eyes of everyone in the boat, he is almost certain to lose. Pointing out that things make good poems, this kind of big talk is something other than Shen Ao. Besides, I'm afraid no one would dare to tell it.
No one thought that Shen Ao would win, and Shi Zitong certainly dared to bet. He never thought about what to do if he lost, he only knew that if he won, his reputation would definitely become famous because of this incident, and that was enough.
"Okay, I'll make a bet. With so many people in front of me, if the young master loses, don't deny it." Shi Zitong chuckled.
"I'm willing to admit defeat and come here." Shen Ao was like a general commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield. After agreeing, his left hand was still behind him, and his right hand was already holding a pen, ready to be reflected on the paper at any time.
Seeing that Shen Ao was ready, a sneer appeared in Shi Zitong's eyes. "Pretending will make you look ugly in a short while." Shi Zitong, who was thinking like this, looked casually towards the outside of the boat. When I saw a group of seven or eight geese floating on the water, I casually pointed my finger - those were the geese.
"Goose?" Everyone looked at the geese on the water with expressions that seemed to be enlightened, but then they thought, this is too casual. I'm afraid no one can do this casually. Come up with poetry. You must know that poetry is about inspiration. Just like some people like to drink. When the wine is high, good poems will come. Some people like to climb mountains. When they climb beyond the top of the mountain, the feeling will come, and poetry will come. Just like it came out.
Even if people in history could do something like this casually, they may not have done it very well. At most, it just fits the rhythm of poetry.
Just when everyone was wondering if this was too childish, Shen Ao already had his left hand on his back, and ink fell on the paper while waving his right hand.
After a while of brushing, by the time Shen Ao finished writing, the butler Shen Xing had already picked up the paper that was still wet with ink and handed it into the hands of the chanting officer. No one here knew better than him that the Young Master He did not find any great poets to prepare poems. As the steward of the Zhongguo Palace, he believed that nothing in the palace could be hidden from him. This meant that the previous four poems were all written by Shen Ao. Even so, It is not difficult to write a poem now.
It’s nothing more than the quality of the poems.
Of course, Shen Xing didn't have high hopes for a poem written in such a short period of time. But when the chanting officer read out the goose chant in front of the public, he stood aside dumbfounded, although he was He didn't have much research on the poem, but he could still tell whether it was a good poem. I have to say that although this goose chant is simple, it is catchy and is indeed a good line.
"Song of the Goose"
Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky. White feathers float on the green water, and anthuriums stir the clear waves.
It is simple and clear, but it vividly describes the goose's habits on the paper, giving the best description. Even Shi Zitong's expression changed drastically after hearing this. He did not expect that Shen Ao actually made it, and the quality was still the same. So good.
"I'm confused, I must be confused, he must have prepared the goose poem a long time ago, yes! It must be like this." Shi Zitong, who would not admit defeat, comforted himself like this. Then he thought again and vomited it out. Three words - oriole bird.
Still carrying it on his left hand, almost two breaths after Shi Zitong Xuluo, Shen Ao's right hand began to dance again, and the quatrains of the poet Du Fu were reflected on the paper.
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the ship of thousands of miles from Dongwu is moored at the door.
“What a poem!”
This time, the singer just read it out, and the talented people in the boat shouted excitedly. For them, a good poem is like a sumptuous meal, which is enough for them to remember and enjoy for a long time.
"This..." Shi Zitong's face turned from red to black. He was ashamed and angry, but even more angry. In anger, he said again: "Magpies and cicadas."
This time, Shi Zitong played a trick. He did not refer to one thing alone, but combined two things. He believed that no one could write related poems so quickly. Shen Ao, an unlearned bastard countryman, Gong, it is even more impossible.
"mean."
"Shameless."
As soon as Shi Zi's call ended, the sound of reprimands came from behind the white gauze curtain. Obviously, what he did had aroused the anger of the women.
Shi Zitong ignored this, but fixed his eyes on Shen Ao. He wanted to see how he would answer this time. "This..."
What surprised Shi Zitong was that it only lasted about two breaths before Shen Ao started writing again. In his previous life, he had a photographic memory, and now he was thinking about various poems every day. Enough for him to make the best choice.