Immediately, everyone was attracted by the sudden sound. Many scholars who often visited Ji Ran's bookshop immediately recognized him and exclaimed.
"Holy shit, even Tang Ji is here!"
"The showdown between the number one talent in Huaizhou and the number two talent in Huaizhou is going to be a good show now!"
"I think Tang Ji should be stronger. After all, his six famous poems are all there. Even many literary greats say it is difficult to surpass."
"No, although Tang Ji is very powerful, this is not a one-person competition. Don't forget that Bai Lu has Liu Shier next to him!"
"Stop arguing, if you don't agree, come and bet. Come on, come on, the market is open, who do you want to bet on!"
"..."
For a moment, the building became a little chaotic. Tang Ji scratched his head and murmured: "Am I so famous now?"
Xue Ritian had heard the waiter say before that Tang Ji might take action, but he didn't expect it to be true. Now Jianghai Pavilion would become famous again, so he greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Tang, please."
Tang Ji held Jiang Ran's hand, and seeing that she was still a little nervous, he reached out and touched her head, and said dotingly: "Relax, I'm here!"
"Yeah!" Jiang Ran nodded, and then stood behind the desk on the left.
Soon, Xue Ritian coughed lightly and said loudly: "I announce that the third session of the Jianghai Poetry Club's 'Couples' Poetry' has officially begun, and the woman will draw the topic!"
Immediately, the maid in the building walked up to the stage holding a large wooden box, and asked the seven women on the stage to draw questions one by one. Liu Shier was the first in line. Yushou took out a note from the box, but she was not in a hurry to read it.
Instead, his eyes turned to Jiang Ran who was patting him at the end. He clenched his palms and murmured: "Why, why can you have the number one talent!"
On the table opposite, Bai Lu's eyes drifted to Tang Ji from time to time. He had long heard that Tang Ji had a high level of poetry, and he wanted to see how high he was!
As Jiang Ran took out the note, everyone's questions had been decided, and the next step was the guessing stage.
Jiang Ran opened the note and saw the word "Border Fortress" written neatly on it. He raised his head and looked at Tang Ji opposite with some worry. He had never been to the border at all. How could he write these frontier fortress poems?
Why didn’t the person who asked the question think more about it?
Tang Ji noticed her abnormality and quickly blinked his eyes to signal Jiang Ran not to be nervous.
Jiang Ran quickly adjusted her mood, and after thinking for a while, she raised her jade hand and stretched out two fingers, then touched the corner of the table, and used her fingers to alternately make a "running" motion.
"Two words, table, running... table... side... running, that's it!" Tang Ji thought about it for a few breaths, and then said: "Frontier fortress poem?"
Jiang Ran put down his arms and nodded.
The conversation between the two people soon spread to the ears of the people around them, and once again aroused public discussion.
"Frontier fortress poems? How could a young boy like Tang Ji write frontier fortress poems?"
"What the hell are you talking about? Tang Jilian can even control a poem like "Beauty", so what does it mean for a mere frontier fortress poem?"
"Mr. Tang, you must work harder, I'm betting all my money on you!"
"..."
Xue Ritian stood up quickly, waved his hand and shouted: "Quiet, everyone, please don't make any noise, otherwise don't blame me if you are asked out."
When everyone calmed down, Bai Lu had already guessed the title: "Mingyue?"
"Yeah!" Liu Shier nodded.
At this time, Jiu'er was standing in the audience cheering for Jiang Ran and Tang Ji, but was startled by a hand stretched out from his shoulder. Just as he was about to take the opponent down with a backhand, he saw clearly that the person coming was Li Yu.
She slapped his hand away and said, "Your Majesty, if you are so rude next time, don't blame me for being rude!"
Li Yu didn't take her words seriously and took two deep breaths: "Huh, I'm exhausted. Why don't you let Lao Cheng go back and report a message? I thought something happened to you, huh? That guy Tang Ji started again
Writing a poem? Huh? The one next to him is Bai Lu?"
"Prince, do you know this Bai Lu?" Jiu'er asked, squinting at him.
Li Yu nodded slightly and explained: "Bai Lu is a talented person who failed in this state examination. All five of his essays were eliminated, but his poems got high scores. After they spread widely, he became one of the second talented people in Huaizhou.
Ming, Tang Ji has met his opponent now!"
"Tch, he is only second, but my uncle is number one!" Jiu'er crossed his arms over his chest and stood up proudly.
Li Yu was too lazy to argue with her and dragged the little girl towards a chair not far away.
Not long after, six of the seven teams on the field successfully guessed the question correctly, leaving only one team that was still making gestures and guessing. The man soon couldn't help but complain: "What on earth is it?"
Seeing his impatient look, the woman stopped and shouted: "Willow, willow, you can't even see it, why are you still writing poetry?"
"Yangliu? Yangliu, can't you just reach out and make a gesture? Why are you posing there? You don't know, you think it's some slutty word for romance!" The man couldn't help but roared, swung his sleeves, turned around and faced the stage.
Go down.
The woman sobbed twice and shouted: "I want to help you win, but you actually said that to me? Okay, one competition is enough to see one person clearly!"
Immediately, she wiped away tears and ran towards the audience.
"Well, I thought it was singing and dancing at first, but it turned out to be Yangliu!"
"Hahaha, don't tell me. Who would have thought that she would describe Yangliu as twisting by itself? If I were that man, I wouldn't be able to guess it."
"Come on, I see that sister is already trying her best. That man is too stupid and said such hurtful words. None of you men are good!"
"Girl, you can't generalize!"
"..."
After a short interlude, the fine incense used for timing in the incense burner had burned out, which meant that the six men on the stage could write.
Everyone focused their attention on Tang Ji and Bai Lu. The latter was still sitting on a chair thinking, but Tang Ji had already stood up and dipped his pen in ink, causing an uproar again.
"What's going on? Tang Ji's frontier fortress poem is the most difficult topic among all the people. Why did he start writing it already?"
"Don't you know this? It is said that when Mr. Tang originally wrote "Little Pond", he also thought about the instant kung fu."
"That's right, otherwise how do you think Tang Ji got the title of the most talented person? Hard work alone is not enough, it's all talent!"
"Hehehe, I don't care so much, as long as Tang Ji wins, I will get the money."
"Don't be too happy, maybe he won't be able to write it and just write it casually!"
"..."
While they were arguing in the audience, Tang Ji had already covered the long scroll on the table with ink. He yawned and looked up at the others. Seeing that no one took action, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand and asked: "
Shopkeeper Xue, can I write another song?"
"Write...another song?" Xue Ritian was already stunned by his speed and replied hesitantly.
Tang Ji nodded slightly and explained: "Anyway, they haven't started writing yet, so I'm just idle. It's not too much to write another song, right?"
"No, it's not too much." Xue Ritian kept shaking his head.
But Tang Ji's next move shocked the entire audience into silence. He laid out a long scroll again and started writing without even thinking about it this time.