The author of this poem has already mastered the control of words and reached the pinnacle. How can he be compared to Chu Gong?!
According to Liu Bin's knowledge, there was only one person above the Zhou Dynasty who could do it in such a short period of time.
At that time, this person ranked first in the four subjects of poetry, criminal law, calculation, and strategy, and won the first and second place, ranking second in the local rankings. It is a pity that this person did not come from the orthodox provincial examination, otherwise he might not be able to compete for the top literary position.
Bit.
Yang, Qingyuan, who was ranked second in the 13th year of Yong'an, successfully pretended to be in Liu Bin's mind without knowing it. Unfortunately, the current Yang Xueshi is just a ghostwriter, and he is really embarrassed to show up.
Another ineffective manifestation before humans!
If Yang Qingyuan knew what Liu Bin was thinking at this moment, he would definitely faint in tears.
Chu Gong was already sweating profusely. He was completely different from the original author in terms of poetry... He was the clay!
"You definitely didn't write this poem yourself!"
Chu Gong pointed at the person on the third floor and shouted loudly, but his tone was harsh and stern.
What he said at this time is actually known to everyone here.
The people on the third floor no longer even cover up their handwriting, and use Feibai cursive script with one hand, which is extremely elegant and unrestrained! It is completely different from the previous small regular script with hairpin flowers, and they are already expressing their identity.
But no one said much. Firstly, the person on the third floor must have an extraordinary status. Secondly, Chu Gong had already said something before during the second competition.
At that time, this was just an excuse for Chu Gong to discuss and communicate with his friends, but now it has become a legitimate reason for the master of Qingwu Academy to ask someone to take action.
Liu Jibai on the second floor couldn't bear Chu Gong's face, "You surnamed Chu, you are still shameless! I don't know who just said, 'If the Master of Qingwu Academy can ask someone to help, I will naturally not say much.
.'It's not just a barking dog!"
Liu Jibai also imitated Chu Gong's tone just now and repeated these words, which made Chu Gong, who was already at a loss, even more angry.
Although Liu Jibai was uneducated and incompetent, he recently discovered that cursing still requires culture, so he learned from the sages. Unfortunately, after studying for a long time, he only learned one sentence of the barking that Marquis Wu used to scold Situ.
Chu Gong was about to say something more! But he was stopped by Zhou Mingsheng on the side.
"Master Zhou!! He..."
Zhou Mingsheng shook his head slightly at Chu Gong and signaled Chu Gong to stop talking!
Then he bowed his hands towards the third floor.
"I have long heard that you are gifted in poetry! I have always regretted that I have not been able to see it with my own eyes. I am truly lucky to see you today!"
On the third floor, Yang Qingyuan did not answer Zhou Mingsheng's words.
It's one thing to take action, but it's another thing to reveal your identity directly.
At his level, the significance of a small move may be magnified by others, and even become a reason for criticism.
Zhou Mingsheng was not angry when he saw that the person upstairs did not reply, "Brother, I admire you very much, not only for your poetic talent, but also for your political opinions and policies. I do the same. This time it was just a misunderstanding!"
As he spoke, Zhou Mingsheng gestured to Chu Gong who was standing aside.
Chu Gong suppressed the displeasure in his heart and bowed directly, "Today is the late birth of Meng Lang! Please forgive me, senior!"
Then Zhou Mingsheng stood up and said, "I won't disturb everyone's enjoyment tonight. I'll take my leave!"
"Brother, I admire you sir. If you have time, you might as well come and sit in my mansion!"
After saying that, Zhou Mingsheng took Chu Gong and walked out!
"etc!"
On the third floor, the voice of Master Qingwu came out.
Zhou Mingsheng and Chu Gong also stopped.
"I wonder if the master of the hospital has any other advice!?"
"Don't dare to take advice! But today is the bet between me and Mr. Chu, and now Mr. Chu has lost! I am willing to admit defeat! Naturally, I should fulfill my bet!"
Without waiting for Chu Gong to refute, Zhou Mingsheng nodded in agreement and said, "What the president said is true! This is the truth!"
Chu Gong saw that Zhou Mingsheng had already concluded the matter, so he couldn't refute it. He took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the maid beside him.
"I didn't carry so much silver when I went out, so I pledged this jade! Tomorrow I will send someone to bring the silver to redeem it! This jade should be enough as a mortgage!"
This is the finest mutton-fat jade, which is one piece without any color. It is a beautiful jade passed down from the Later Han Dynasty. The market price is at least ten thousand taels of silver!
"Excuse me!"
Chu Gong was so straightforward! After a simple salute, he took his younger brother Ma Zai out of Qingwu Courtyard.
There is another clause in his bet with the master of Qingwu Court: if he loses, he will lose the qualification to enter Qingwu Court again. Of course, he will not ask for trouble and force himself to stay here.
After following Zhou Mingsheng out of Qingwu Courtyard, Chu Gong asked, "Why did Brother Zhou just ask me to admit defeat!?"
Zhou Mingsheng is not a real playboy, so naturally he will not attack his younger brother.
"In fact, half of doing this is for Brother Chu's consideration."
Chu Gong wouldn't believe it if he said it was all for Chu Gong's sake. After all, he was Chu Gong, not Zhu Gong.
But if half of it is for him, the probability of Chu Gong believing it has increased by 80%!
"Brother Zhou, please give me some advice!?"
"In the situation just now, the outcome has been decided. If Brother Chu continues to struggle, it will be detrimental to Brother Chu's literary reputation!..."
"But!……"
Chu Gong wanted to refute, but Zhou Mingsheng raised his hand to stop him.
"Brother Chu, listen to what I have to say. Although Brother Chu lost, it actually didn't have a big impact on Brother Chu! It's not shameful to lose to this guy!"
"Brother Zhou knows who is helping Master Qingwu?!"
Zhou Mingsheng opened the folding fan! "Does Brother Chu think that there are many people who can write such poems in the time of one stick of incense!?"
"Young Minister of Dali Temple?! Bachelor Yang?!"
Chu Gong understood what Zhou Mingsheng meant and asked in disbelief.
"Except for Shijie, only Li Taibai, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, had such a genius!? But this man resigned from office for many years and lived in seclusion in the East China Sea. How could he appear in the capital?!"
Chu Gong's heart, which was still aching a little, suddenly stopped hurting!
Instead, I felt an inexplicable sense of pride!
Just like a 100-meter race, if you lose to a girl in your class, you will naturally feel ashamed.
But if you lose to Bolt, you will only tell outsiders that Bolt and I once competed together, and those who listen will be in awe.
The same is true for this literary competition. If he loses to the master of Qingwu Academy, others will only discuss that the dignified Yuezhou Jieyuan is not as good as a woman.
But if he lost to Yang Qingyuan, others would think that Chu Gongneng and Yang Qingyuan were worthy of being the best in the world, but he had real talent and learning!
It’s so true!!
Zhou Mingsheng knows what Chu Gong is thinking!
"Brother Chu, you must not take the initiative to publicize this matter!"
"Why is this?!" Chu Gong was anxious. This was a good opportunity to promote his literary name. If done properly, he might even be able to leave his name in history.
A literal name.
Zhou Mingsheng folded his fan and explained.
"Yang Qingyuan didn't show up until we left just now. Even when I invited him in the name of His Highness, he was unmoved! This shows that he has no intention of showing up at all."
"And the last words of Master Qingwu just now were Yang Qingyuan's way of defining what happened tonight! This is just a bet between you and Master Qingwu. It doesn't involve him, nor me, nor will it involve him.
Your Highness! Of course he will not have any prejudice against you, Brother Chu, because of what happened today! Brother Chu, do you understand?!"
Chu Gong was reluctant but nodded happily.
"Thank you, Brother Zhou, for your advice!"
Dali Temple now integrates investigation, arrest, and trial. It is a veritable institution with real power. Chu Gong is unwilling to offend Yang Qingyuan.
