"Su Shisan is really powerful, and the Su family's unique skills are really extraordinary. It's really a pity that such an outstanding person can't become an official."
"I didn't expect that even the son of the God of War in Beiting would be no match for Su Shisan. Now that I think about it, that battle was really impressive."
"This martial arts battle was won by Su Shisan. There's really nothing to say. It's awesome. It's really awesome."
"It's getting more and more interesting..."
With the battle between Su Shisan and Li Qian, the atmosphere in the palace was pushed to its highest point, and even some people joined in the challenge. Li Qian was defeated by Su Shisan. They lost, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.
"teacher."
"Brother Chu."
In the Cui Ya Pavilion, Su Shi San, who had been fighting for a long time, changed his cold and arrogant attitude, stood up with a gun, and raised his hand to salute Chu Ling, Jiang Zhongzi.
"Brother Su's skills are really amazing."
Chu Ling smiled slightly, looked at Su Shisan and said, "Even if Brother Su doesn't get his wish at this son-in-law banquet, he can still win the beauty back."
"Brother Chu, why did you say this?"
Su Shisan was a little embarrassed and stepped forward and said: "Could it be that the next literary battle, Brother Chu..."
"Humph, you still have the nerve to say that."
Jiang Zhongzi snorted coldly, "You stole the spotlight in the martial arts fight. Do you think the Rongzhu Congress didn't notice you?"
"this……"
Su Shisan's expression froze, and he didn't know what to say.
He seems to be a real martial arts fanatic.
When Chu Ling saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head. For some reason, looking at Su Shisan in front of him reminded Chu Ling of Jun Hanlin.
If the two of them fight, who will have the last laugh?
"Don't worry, Brother Su."
Chu Ling calmed down and said: "Since Mr. Chu agreed to you and you won the martial arts battle, then Mr. Chu will definitely win the next civil battle!"
The confidence shown by Chu Ling made the embarrassed Su Shisan smile.
"That's good, that's good."
Su Shisan said: "If Brother Chu can help me win Wen Dou, Su Shisan will remember this kindness for the rest of his life!"
Chu Ling could feel the meaning of this sentence.
"Dear guest, the literary battle is about to begin, and I am here to bring you pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
A voice sounded outside the door.
"Come in."
After looking at Jiang Zhongzi and the others, Chu Ling said.
"yes."
The closed door was pushed open, and a maid came in holding a tray, bowed slightly and said: "Several distinguished guests, the literary competition is required to write two poems or two poems, limited to one stick of incense, and the name must be stated. Four Sutras" A great scholar commented..."
The maid narrates the rules of literary fighting.
Su Shisan's heart was beating very fast. This matter was very important to him. He didn't want his beloved to do something for him that she would regret for the rest of her life.
"This literary fight is interesting."
Chu Ling walked towards the desk, "It looks like it won't be easy to win this literary fight without some real skills."
"Although I don't know what Rong Zhuguo is planning."
Jiang Zhongzi frowned and walked forward, with a solemn expression: "But the four old guys we invited are all arrogant people. The so-called secret operation is impossible. My friend, in the name of Su Shisan , all we have to face are unknown enemies.”
"Please, Brother Chu."
Su Shisan looked serious and bowed solemnly to Chu Ling.
"Yan Nian, practice ink."
Chu Ling lifted her robe and sat down. Upon hearing this, Xiang Yannian hurried over and nervously picked up the ink stick.
"Wrong."
Seeing this, Chu Ling smiled lightly and said: "Before grinding the ink, your mind should be calm, and then splash water. When grinding the ink, your hands should be steady and follow one direction."
Listening to his son's explanation, Xiang Yannian nodded frequently.
It is very rare to find people of this age and with this kind of character.
Jiang Zhongzi narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the calm and elegant Chu Ling, and secretly sighed, wondering what kind of poems he would write.
"Mr. Jiang, please let Chu pass."
Seeing Jiang Zhongzi approaching, Chu Ling said, "Can Mr. Jiang not read the poem that Chu is going to write?"
Um?
Jiang Zhongzi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay, just follow what my little friend said, I won't look at it for now."
Jiang Zhongzi said this, but he felt a little unbearable in his heart. Jiang Zhongzi was very curious. Chu Ling, who could write such masterpieces as "Shui Melody Songtou: When Will the Bright Moon Come" and "I Will Enter the Wine When You Will Not See You", would write next
What poem?
It's very quiet inside Cuiya Pavilion.
Jiang Zhongzi and Su Shisan stood there, looking at Chu Ling who was crouching at the desk and writing, with different expressions.
…
"Princess, what you said before is true." Lian Xin lowered her head slightly and reported to Huangfu Jingyu: "In the next literary battle, Mr. Chu will participate in two poems written by Su Shisan."
"Have you ever discovered the poems written by Chu Ling?"
Huangfu Jingyu raised his eyebrows slightly and revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"No."
Lian Xin shook her head and said: "Originally Mr. Jiang wanted to watch, but Mr. Chu said he wanted to get away with it..."
"Like him."
After listening to Lian Xin's eloquent talk, Huangfu Jingyu snorted, "But I was a little curious when I arrived. Is Chu Ling better, or those few great scholars who were invited?"
"Princess, this slave doesn't understand."
Lian Xin looked hesitant, thought for a while, and said: "Rong Zhuguo took great pains to hold this son-in-law banquet. He not only invited four great scholars to sit here and comment, but also invited those few people to come over. What does Rong Zhuguo want to do?
What?"
"Who knows?"
Huangfu Jingyu flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "How can ordinary people see through what Rong Zhuguo thinks? If I am to say that I am afraid that only my father can see through Rongzhuguo."
Speaking of this, Huangfu Jingyu thought of the meaningful words he heard when he entered the palace and met his father.
What does this old fox want to do?
Thinking of this, Huangfu Jingyu's expression became serious, thinking about what Dugu Sheng of Rongzhu Kingdom wanted to do.
…
"Zhu Guo, those guys have finished their poems."
The old servant who came back bowed respectfully and said: "It has been sent to the review office, and Mr. Liu and the others will review it."
"What about them?"
Dugu Sheng slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently.
"Everyone has left Longshou Villa."
The old servant said again, but he said with a somewhat hesitant expression on his face, "But those few people said that from now on, there will be no connection with Rongzhu's government. I hope..."
"I hope I can respect myself?"
Dugu Sheng said with a slight smile.
"yes."
The old servant dare not hide it.
"Well said."
Dugu Sheng said with emotion: "I also want to respect myself, but in this situation, advancement will lead to prosperity, retreat will lead to decline. The honor of Rongzhu Palace cannot wither in my hands, no! In this son-in-law banquet, who will
Nothing can stop me."
"Zhuguo, Su Shisan, who won the battle, is in Cuiya Pavilion, which is where Chu Ling, the first leader of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society, is." The old servant thought for a while and said to Dugu Sheng: "Jiang Zhongzi is also there.
I'm afraid that in the next literary battle, Chu Ling will participate in the commentary on the poems written by Su Shisan."
"Chun Ling?"
Dugu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted, "A mere leader of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Club can't affect the overall situation!"