I heard that there was a poetry competition among talented people in the Juyuan. The students who came here to play gathered there one after another. Even many monks in Qixia Temple came out of their meditation rooms and came to watch the fun.
The students who gathered one after another became even more curious when they saw that the people fighting against the humanities were Lu Heng and Lu Yongzheng, who were extremely low-key and never fought with others. They all stretched their necks and looked into the crowd.
I want to see who is the talented person who can make this low-key Jiangning number one talent take action.
Lu Heng had never had a reputation for talent in Jiangning before. However, at the Qinhuai Poetry Fair, this person emerged from the sky with a brocade poem and became a blockbuster. In the poetry fair where there are many strong players,
, won the title of Jiangning’s most talented person.
Moreover, after that, Jiangning students also learned that the term "Jiangbeiting nostalgic", which has been criticized by many literati in Jiangning not long ago, was actually written by this person.
Although, since then, I have never heard of Lu Heng having any good poems. However, this poem is enough to make him proud of the Jiangning literary world.
The students were curious about who could have such dignity to allow Lu Heng, who had never fought with others, to write again. However, after seeing the imperial envoy's team, many students suddenly understood.
Yes, no matter how good Lu Heng's literary talent is, no matter how talented he is in Jiangning, he is still a scholar. Now that the imperial envoy has great power, he is asked to write poems by a small scholar, how can he not obey?
However, when the students looked at Lu Heng's expression, they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts. The indifferent look on Lu Heng's face didn't seem like he was being forced.
At this time, Lu Heng was looking at him with a smile, his hands behind his back and his head held high, like a proud cock with a lot of money, and he patiently listened to this man's extremely narcissistic boasting.
"Okay, I have a lot of money, I'm not in the mood to listen to your chatter. Let's ask the question quickly!" The first one to be impatient was not An Peng, who was about to explode. It was the one on the side who kept his hands in his sleeves and closed his eyes to rest.
Lu Yushi.
Seeing this idiot bragging endlessly, Yushi Lu finally couldn't bear it any more, opened his eyes, and scolded him unhappily.
"Uh, yes, sir!" When he was talking about how he had won the top prize among many students, he never wanted to be interrupted by Lu Yushi arrogantly. Qian Duoduo hurriedly silenced and respectfully said to Lu
The censor clasped his fists and bent down to salute.
After that, he turned around, twisted his beard, looked at Lu Heng with contempt, and said, "Since today is a chrysanthemum appreciation event, how about we use this chrysanthemum as the theme?"
"What do you think?" Seeing Lu Heng looking at him with a smile and saying nothing, Qian Duoduo thought that Lu Heng was unsure, so he smiled proudly, turned around, and asked the surrounding students."
Okay, let's open our eyes too!" The students were typical spectators in the funeral parlor who didn't mind being too sick. When they heard this narcissistic brother asking for their opinions, they immediately clapped and applauded.
"How about it, Mr. Lu!" After receiving support from the crowd around him, Qian Duoduo turned around, folded his arms, and said to Lu Heng with a smile.
Lu Heng glanced at the eagerly awaiting Jiangnan students around him, turned to face the arrogant Qian Duoduo in front of him, nodded and said: "Okay. However, before the competition, I have something unclear, and I hope Brother Qian can give me some advice!"
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Seeing Lu Heng smiling and cupping his fists, Qian Duoduo snorted, glanced at Lu Heng with disdain, and secretly thought in his heart, he is indeed a Xibei guy. It seems that those poems that were circulated in the past may be for hire.
Which one of you can write well?
Qian Duoduo glanced at Lu Heng, then turned around, with his hands behind his back, facing away from Lu Heng, and snorted, "If there's anything you don't know, just ask!"
Seeing the other party's arrogant look, Lu Heng didn't care. He smiled, pointed at the students from Jiangnan around him, and asked calmly: "I've heard about the names of students from the north for a long time, but I don't know, in the eyes of a student from the north like Brother Qian.
What do you think of the Jiangnan literary world?"
After saying that, Lu Heng smiled faintly and looked at Qian Duoduo who turned around, waiting for her answer.
"Huh, most of them are romantic words, with the meaning of moaning and moaning, just a sound of decadence!" Qian Duoduo glanced around, waved his sleeves, and looked at the delicate-looking scholars around him with disdain in his eyes.
As soon as this statement came out, the students from Jiangning around him immediately glared at Qian Duoduo.
However, Qian Duoduo didn't seem to care. He still held his head high and his nostrils turned upward.
However, behind him, An Peng's expression changed slightly.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Lu Heng who was smiling calmly, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.
What a clever mind! With just one word, he can turn the tide and pit his entire group against the people of Jiangning.
Hiss, An Peng took a deep breath in his heart. Looking at the indifferent scholar, he still praised in his heart: What a good method!
However, Qian Duoduo seemed to have discovered nothing, still holding his head high, as if he was the only one in the world.
On the side, Lu Yushi looked at Lu Heng, who was shaking his head slightly and smiling, and then looked at Lu Duoduo, who looked like a fool, and the look in his eyes was even more brilliant.
However, when he saw Lu Hengzheng seeming to glance at him, he hurriedly closed his eyes again, acting dumbfounded.
After Lu Heng withdrew his gaze from Lu Yushi, he glanced at Qian Duoduo with a smile, clasped his fists and said, "Oh, what Brother Qian said is like knocking over a boatload of people with a stick! This is not good!"
Seeing the students around him blushing at Qian Duoduo's arrogant words and moaning in vain, they wished they could come up and beat up this extremely narcissistic guy. Lu Heng knew that public opinion was already on his side.
This side.
With the support of public opinion in the garden, Daoheng no longer worries that An Peng will become angry from shame later.
He smiled slightly, looked at Qian Duoduo, clasped his fists and said, "In that case, I will take the students from Jiangning to ask Brother Qian for advice. Brother Qian, please!"
Lu Heng slowly stretched out his hand, smiled slightly, and said to Qian Duoduo.
Qian Duoduo snorted without any humility, glanced at everyone, put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and said proudly: "I just happened to get a song, although I am not very satisfied. But I guess you have never seen such a masterpiece.
At this time, I will take it out and let everyone see what poetry is!"
Qian Duoduo smiled arrogantly, clasped his hands behind his back, and chanted slowly as he walked: "The scattered golden stamens, although withered, do not change their fragrance. The solitary fragrance is hidden in the deep bushes, but it is still possible to clear the cup from the car!"
This five unique poem starts with the color of the flowers. It praises the nobility and pride of the chrysanthemum, and also contains the poet's hermit heart. The whole poem is of great literary talent and can be regarded as a masterpiece.
Hearing that this narcissistic guy actually recited such a good poem in a moment. The expressions of the Jiangning talented people who were watching changed. Although they disdain this person's character, this poem is indeed difficult.
The students in Jiangning were immediately worried about Lu Heng.
As for Qian Duoduo, although he tried his best to make an expression on his face as if he had composed the poems at random, his trembling hands in his sleeves still showed how nervous he was. After he finished reading the poems, he saw
The Jiangning students around him were reading this poem with endless interest. The nervousness in his heart was immediately replaced by ecstasy.
He chuckled, glanced at Lu Heng triumphantly, crossed his arms, and trembled with pride and said, "How about it, Mr. Lu, do you have any good lines that can compare with this poem?"
Lu Heng couldn't help but feel funny when he saw Qian Duoduo's proud look.
Then, under the expectant gazes of many students from Jiangning, Lu Heng patted the dust off his body casually, raised his head and said to Qian Duoduo with a smile: "Brother Qian, you might as well come again for a good poem! A poem?"
Well……
Just when I was waiting to see Lu Heng's joke about Qian Duoduo, I never thought that the other party would suddenly say such a thing.
This sudden sentence caught me off guard.
Qian Duoduo's face was stiff. He looked at Lu Heng in astonishment, feeling like his heart was exploding. He was in a mess.
How could his grandma be like this?
This poem was recited by his mentor and he overheard it. At that time, after appreciating it, he felt that the poem had profound charm and was a difficult and beautiful line. He remembered it deeply in his heart.
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Now, when he faced Lu Heng, who was praised as the number one talent by many students in Jiangning, he carefully took out this trump card, hoping to give the opponent a blow.
However, how could things be like this!
Shi Fang's sudden words completely shattered his wishful thinking.
"Yes, since Brother Zi Zi, oh no, it's Brother Duoduo who has such talent, let's play one more song, let me wait and see!" The cheers from the students around him made Qian Duoduo break into a cold sweat with anxiety for a moment.
I scratched my head and head anxiously, but I felt helpless that I had no ink in my mind. Where can I find a good sentence?
Just when Qian Duoduo panicked and didn't know what to do, An Peng came out from behind him. He glanced at the booing students around him with a half-smile, and his unkind look immediately changed the faces of the students around him.
The noise was suppressed.
The students immediately acted like ducks whose necks were strangled, hesitating and lowering their heads.
An Peng then retracted his gaze, stepped forward, squinted at Lu Heng, stroked his beard and said: "Young master Lu, you are breaking the rules by doing this. I was behind you just now and could hear clearly. You and I
Qian Tanhua's literary battle is originally a turn-based one. At this time, Qian Tanhua has already composed a song, so it should be Master Lu who did it. How could Mr. Lu do this? Doesn't this mean that he is disregarding the rules of this literary battle?"
However, Lu Heng shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and said, "Master An's words are wrong. Brother Qian also said just now that he made up this poem at random.
To say this obviously means that he has better poems than this in his heart. Since it is a literary battle, the victory should not be based on the quantity of poems, but the quality should be the key to victory. If Brother Qian can make
If there is a better word, it is not impossible for me to admit defeat on the spot! Haha, Brother Qian, right!"
With the last words, Lu Heng bypassed An Peng and said loudly to Qian Duoduo, who was hiding behind An Peng with a red face.
"I, you, this..." Qian Duoduo blushed so hard that he couldn't say a single word for a long time.
An Peng was also extremely angry. He had so much money and no brains. Damn it, you are still looking for flowers. You have no eyesight at all. The poems of the man in front of you were praised by His Majesty. How can it be in your heart?
As you think, a naive person?
Also, why the hell are you saying that nonsense? You have no brains. Now that I am a general, what are you going to do?
Hearing Lu Heng's aggressive words, the muscles on An Peng's face couldn't help but twitch. He turned around and glared at Qian Duoduo fiercely. He saw that Qian Duoduo was like a grandson, with a red face, lowered his head and ate silently. An Peng was helpless.
sighed
Turning his head and looking at Lu Heng with a smile on his face, he snorted and said: "That's it. As long as you can write a poem better than this one, you will win! How about that?
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After saying this, An Peng stared at Lu Heng and smiled coldly, quite confident.
Lu Heng glanced at An Peng and knew what he was planning.
Lu Heng thought for a moment, raised his head, glanced at An Peng with a smile, and nodded: "Since you have agreed on Brother Qian's behalf, it's natural that I won't let Brother Qian scratch the few hairs on his head.
However, since it’s a poetry contest, there needs to be a referee over there. Your Excellency, you can’t do it, so you should be the referee yourself!”
An Peng's face froze, and a gloomy murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
What he was actually thinking was exactly what Lu Heng said.
No matter what kind of poem Lu Heng wrote, as long as he said that the poem was not good, no one present would dare to say no.
Now, An Peng, who had been exposed by Lu Heng's words, was shocked and felt that this scholar was very thoughtful and extremely difficult to deal with.
He smiled coldly, stared at Lu Heng and said, "I don't know, in your heart, who can be the referee today?"
An Peng is confident in saying this. As long as he doesn't speak, let's see who dares to be the referee today.
However, he seems to have missed one person. Well, it's not just one person. It seems that there are quite a few people like this today.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yushi, who had been standing behind him, opened his eyes. He smiled slightly, stroked his beard and said: "Of course I am the judge!"
An Peng's body trembled, and he turned around, looking at this mad dog in surprise. He was extremely puzzled as to what happened today. How could this mad dog keep going against him?
Could it be that he realized what he had planned yesterday?
Just when An Peng was surprised, a loud voice came from behind the crowd.
"It should be okay for me to be the referee, Mr. An!" The crowd moved aside, revealing a team of more than a dozen people. Wu Ningyuan, dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon, was surrounded by these dozen warriors.
Walked over.
"I have seen the Eighth Prince!" Seeing Wu Ningyuan appear, An Peng's heart was shocked and he suddenly understood.
No wonder the scholar was so confident today. It turned out that he had already prepared and must have made an appointment with Wu Ningyuan. With Prince Ning supporting him, no wonder he was not afraid of himself.
He turned his head and glanced at Lu Heng, who was talking to Wu Ningyuan with a wry smile on his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around, and saluted Wu Ningyuan with cupped fists.
"Get up!" Wu Ningyuan just glanced at him, raised his hand casually, and said something to Lu Heng with a smile.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" An Peng straightened up and glanced at Wu Ningyuan, with his head lowered and his expression gloomy.
"Of course, since it is a poem competition, two judges are not enough." After Wu Ningyuan pretended to think for a while, he rolled his eyes helplessly regardless of Lu Heng beside him, stroking his beard and said with a smile: "We need a third one.
Three talents determine who wins and who loses, isn’t Mr. An right?”
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" An Peng hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed in salute.
After Wu Ningyuan glanced at An Peng with satisfaction, he turned his head and began to search the crowd.
When he saw the monk wearing cassocks who was staying with a group of lay people in the crowd, Wu Ningyuan laughed, walked to the monk's side at a fast pace, and said with a smile: "How about the master being the third referee?"
The monk smiled, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, then nodded and said: "The prince invites you, and the poor monk agrees!"