The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

A lie told a hundred times becomes true.

As more and more people condemned, Lin Nianqiao became more and more nervous, but Yun Yongan still looked very relaxed.

"Everyone, you don't really think that..."

Yun Yong'an stood up, and just when he was about to show off his words, Linghu Youyi suddenly dressed up and walked in through the main entrance with a maid.

The majesty is full, and the momentum is full.

Everyone was intimidated and stopped involuntarily, and Qiming Hall became quiet again.

"Everyone," Linghu Youyi held up a token, "Lin Liangtuo, start provoking trouble first, and discriminate against women later. If you have bad conduct, you will be disqualified from the competition."

"Yun Yong'an overreacted when he beat someone in court. Considering that he was humiliated first, it was justifiable. He was punished with a poem as a warning to others."

Linghu Youyi's eccentricity has been written all over her face, but so what, this is the imperial palace, she is the current princess, she is eccentric to her lover, it is only right and proper.

Who told Lin Ertuo to find something first?

"Poetry, easy!"

Yun Yongan came to the front of the stage, picked up a piece of paper and spread it on the table, pressed it with a paperweight, and started writing with a pen.

"Wash away the eternal sorrow, linger on a hundred pots of drinking. Good nights should be talked about, and the bright moon can't sleep. When you come drunk and lie on the empty mountain, the heaven and the earth are the quilt pillows."

After Yun Yongan finished writing, just when he was about to show off, his consciousness moved, and suddenly he felt a new force gathering on this piece of paper.

The thin rice paper was getting heavier and heavier, and the wooden table creaked as if it couldn't bear the weight of the paper.

Finally, under the stunned gaze of the crowd, the table made of precious wood could no longer support the weight of the rice paper and shattered.

An audience member unconsciously complained: "What the hell, the quality of this table is too bad."

His friend quickly grabbed him, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, this is something from the palace, it should be because Yun Yongan has made other moves, maybe his writing is too bad, and he doesn't want to show it to others."

The irrelevant people whispered, and Du Moye, as Lin Liangtuo's master, yelled out with a sarcasm on his face.

"Ahahaha! Talented man of Yong'an, can you afford to lose? I know you are highly skilled in martial arts, but this is a literati competition. It is useless for you to destroy your work!"

Some people sarcastically said, "Just finished writing, Yong'an talent re-wrote it silently, so it's not a big problem."

"Hey," the other person continued to be annoyed, "You look down on Yong'an talent too much, it's just a poem, and writing a new one is just a matter of turning your back."

……

Yun Yongan ignored these jumping clowns, but bent down, trying to pick up the piece of rice paper that had been embedded in the ground.

Although he had already made psychological preparations before, Yun Yong'an could clearly feel the weight of words when he actually got started.

There is an idiom called a thousand pieces of gold. Yun Yongan used his spiritual power to strengthen his body and picked up this piece of paper, so he could clearly feel what a thousand pieces of gold is.

The former is value and the latter is weight.

Fortunately, this weight didn't last long. When Yun Yongan picked it up, the active energy on the paper gradually died down, and the weight of the paper became lighter and lighter.

When Yun Yongan put the paper on another table, the weight of the paper had basically returned to normal. Although it was still a bit heavy, it was already within a reasonable range.

Now the type of this paper is roughly equivalent to kraft paper of equal area, of course its toughness and strength are much higher than that of kraft paper.

"Everyone," Yun Yongan unfolded the paper with a flick of his wrist, "Please appreciate this work, those old ducks next to you, don't gossip, my work is here, and I am here too!"

"Wash away the eternal sorrow, linger on a hundred pots to drink."

"It's better to talk about it on a good night, and you can't sleep in a bright moon."

"Drunk to lie on the empty mountain, the heaven and the earth are the quilt pillow."

Du Moye and his cronies read the whole poem one by one, shocked by the arrogance in it, their eyes gradually dimmed.

This poem is in the same line as Yun Yongan's previous poems, and is still unrestrained.

The arrogance of ignoring the rich and powerful, and the arrogance of reckless romance, were once again displayed in front of everyone.

Du Moye really wanted to continue to lie to himself, Yun Yongan's works were written by ghostwriters, but now he can no longer convince himself, there is no way to continue to lie to himself.

"No, I haven't lost yet!"

Seeing Yun Yong'an and His Royal Highness talking and laughing happily with other literati, the strong jealousy burned Du Moye's last rationality.

"Yun Yongan!"

Du Moye walked in front of Yun Yongan, and shouted in an old and hoarse voice, "My apprentice fell into your hands. As a master, I must let him stand out."

"Do you dare to compete, this time we will not bet on other things, whoever loses will withdraw from this game, dare you!"

Yun Yong'an looked at him contemptuously, "Why don't you dare, but just withdrawing from the competition, this punishment is too light, if everyone is like you, I don't need to compete, wheel battle, one person competes with me once, my talent will not be judged Empty, but my energy can't hold it."

"so!"

Du Moye clenched his teeth and squeezed out two words.

"Let's increase the bet a little bit," Yun Yong'an laughed wantonly, "literati shouldn't talk about money, but people always have to eat, let's do it like this, whoever loses will donate [-] million to the impoverished mountainous area to help the children there study Cultural knowledge helps them get out of the mountains."

If Yun Yongan asked for money directly, Du Moye could still refute it, saying that he was greedy for money, but he wanted to donate it to the poor mountainous area, not collect it into his own pocket, so Du Moye lost the reason to refute.

"What? Mr. Du, this is because I feel sorry for the money," Yun Yongan continued to provoke him, "Don't worry, I won't move a penny of this money, and this money will never pass through my hands. If a penny is a lot, it will go to poverty." Mountainous."

"You don't have to worry that I won't be able to afford this little money. As you said before, I can even buy the current emperor. I am not short of money at all. Hey, it can't be that you don't have money, old man."

"Do you have no confidence in yourself? I'm just an impostor, a liar who steals the world's name. Mr. Du is a respected senior. How can I compare to you..."

Finally, Du Moye couldn't take it anymore, and agreed without hesitation. However, he asked everyone in the Hall of Qiming to be the referee, one person, one vote, fearing that Yun Yong'an would use his relationship with Linghu Youyi to win.

For his request, Yun Yongan readily agreed, and the cultural support of a civilized five thousand gave him the confidence to deal with all literary challenges.

"The last condition," Du Moye recalled Yun Yongan's poems, and added a restriction, "My disciple made a mistake on the issue of equality between men and women, and I, as the master, will make up for it. Do you dare to write a Yuefu poem as the theme?"