Zaheer walked to Qi Liang calmly and calmly: "Brother Qi, are you planning to abstain directly?"
Qi Liang glanced strangely at Zaheer, whose face was very different from that of the Central Plains people. He didn't know where he saw that he planned to abstain. He was so confident.
However, Zaheer's contemptuous attitude also caused a small ripple in Qi Liang's mind. In such a short time, and on a subject he created himself, he was able to write it with just one stroke. As expected, no one from the Kingdom of Jin was kind this time.
stubble.
Turning to look at his father on the high platform, Qi Liang no longer hesitated and prepared to copy down the poem that Liu Mingzhi was reading in his ears.
He was not worried that Liu Mingzhi would leak this matter. Since Liu Mingzhi had come up with an excuse and said that he heard from his sister that he had written this poem, he planned to give himself the right to name the poem.
Qi Liang still has the confidence to believe that his brother-in-law will not be the kind of person who is ruthless. Although he has heard from his father that this brother-in-law is unreliable, Qi Liang understands that Liu Mingzhi will not be involved in such matters that concern the interests of the country.
Hands and feet.
It seems that the ancients were already familiar with ancient prose, or maybe because of his abnormal talent, Liu Mingzhi plagiarized Du Shisheng's "The Prime Minister of Shu" and was plagiarized again by Qi Liang, who had heard it once, and it was copied exactly.
Standing next to Qi Liang, Zaheer's face became increasingly ugly as he watched Qi Liang's poems word for word. They also described ancient sages. He clearly understood that although his poems were good, they were not as good as "The Prime Minister of Shu" written by Qi Liang.
On the surface, the artistic conception has surpassed my own.
The Prime Minister of Qin written by him is more about Zhang Yi's life experience, while the Prime Minister of Shu written by Qi Liang is about the feelings of his family, country and world.
Three times I have troubled the world and two dynasties have opened my heart. These two sentences are enough to crush my own poems.
Riding Juechen into Xianyang, the heroic sweep is not bad, but the artistic conception of this poem is already three points lower than that of this poem.
Zahore is proud but not arrogant. He understands that he lost.
Qi Liang put down the pen in his hand and looked at Zaheer calmly. It was also cheating. Qi Liang's mood was much better than that of Qin Bin who was ashamed of himself at the beginning. After all, Qin Bin felt inferior in his heart. He was not like Qi Liang who was always in the officialdom.
People who move around have strong self-confidence.:
"Brother Zha, how do you judge the winners and losers?"
Zaheer's expression was just like the embarrassment he had when he was called Wenrenshan Chief by Young Master Liu: "Brother Qi, Zaheer is my surname."
Qi Liang was also a little embarrassed. Zaheer's name was already weird and different from many Han names. He would never have thought that Zaheer was the surname.
"Qi Liang is rude, brother Zhahe, don't be offended."
Zaheer waved his hand without any concern: "I am from the Western Regions, and my name is different from that of people from the Central Plains. It is not surprising that Brother Qi is called the wrong one. Zaheer is used to it, so Brother Qi does not need to mind."
Qi Liang breathed a sigh of relief, "In this case, Qi Liang's politeness is a bit hypocritical. I don't know how Brother Zhahe decides the winner or loser!"
Zaheer glanced at Wan Yang's position worriedly: "Zaheer's poems are not as good as Brother Qi's poems, so Zaheer has given up."
"What? Zaheer actually admitted defeat?"
"No one from the Long Kingdom named Qi has ever read his poems, and he actually gave up directly."
"I have long said that Zaheer is from the Western Regions and must be disloyal, but you don't listen."
The buzzing voices of the Jin delegation made Zaheer tremble, but he still forced himself to calm down and walked to Qi Liang's desk: "Brother Qi, can you pass on the poems written by you and me to you?"
"Of course you can. Brother Zhahe, please do."
Zahoer did not lie, and directly picked up two pieces of rice paper and walked towards Wanyang: "Commander, please take a look!"
Wan Yang's face turned ugly. As a result, Zahoer took a closer look at the rice paper in his hand.
"I have seen this person's Qiuwei High School ranking list from Gongyuan's ranking list. He will never be able to compose such a poem."
The Gongyuan will post the top ten test papers outside the Gongyuan for the reference of all scholars. Since Wan Yang leads people to challenge the Jiangnan scholars, he will naturally pay attention to those outstanding ones. He has read the top ten lists one by one.
, Qi Liang’s writing style is definitely not that good.
Wan Yang subconsciously turned his attention to Liu Mingzhi. The two of them had been muttering to each other for a long time. This guy must be causing trouble.
"I really can't let you go. If anything is as beautiful as the forest wind, it will be destroyed. You are too arrogant!"
Liu Mingzhi was also always paying attention to the situation in Wanyang. When he heard Zaheer admitting defeat, he knew that Qi Liang had most likely plagiarized the poems he had plagiarized. The reason why the Poet Saint was called the Poet Saint was not
The other thing is the poems, the saints in the poems, any one of them is extraordinary, but in fact, you scumbags like us can understand it.
Looking at Wan Yang's gaze, Liu Mingzhi slightly opened his mouth: "xxxxxxxxxxxxx!"
Sure enough, Wan Yang's face turned even more ugly. Although he didn't know what Young Master Liu said, it was definitely not good or bad.
He threw the rice paper in his hand to Zaheer: "You didn't lose to that kid, you lost to a shameless bastard."
Zaheer took the rice paper and looked at Wan Yang in confusion, wondering what she meant: "Commander, what should Zaheer do?"
"Just admit defeat. If you keep reading, "The Prime Minister of Shu" will be better than "The Prime Minister of Qin". Do you think your poems can surpass the guy who asked when the bright moon will come and asks the sky for wine?"
"Commander, what do you mean?"
"There is no evidence, there is nothing you can do, just admit defeat!"
"It's the commander!"
Zahore walked to the high platform: "Zahore will admit defeat in this competition, but Zahore has one thing to say, there is a god with your head three feet high, but you must be clear in your heart!"
Qi Liang looked a little unnatural now. He knew that Zaheer must have noticed something, but he did not expose him.
When Zaheer passed by Qi Liang, he shook his head with an ugly expression and walked off the ring without saying a word.
"Brother-in-law, don't take it to heart, just be honest with yourself. This competition is not just a competition!"
"Brother-in-law, I" Qi Liang stopped talking.
Liu Mingzhi looked at heaven and earth, and finally at Qi Liang: "At this time, heaven knows and earth knows that you know and I know, and I guarantee that no one else will know. Besides, the people of the Jin Kingdom are enemies, and they are just cheating the enemy. Don't have any psychological burden.
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Looking at Qi Liang who was deep in thought, Major General Liu looked at Wan Yang again, which actually made my brother-in-law uneasy: "xxxxxxxxxxxxxx!"
Li Yugang didn't know when he opened his eyes and looked at Qi Run and Qi Run: "How about it, let me tell you, this guy is so shameless!"
Qi Run apologized helplessly. What could he say? The prince had decided that his son-in-law was shameless. Although this was indeed the case, he had to keep his face for the sake of his daughter.
"Poetry competition, the winner is Qi Liang, a scholar from Jiangnan."