Datang: Married Princess Changle at the beginning

And now there is not much difference between comparing poetry and waiting for poetry to be challenged.

Wouldn't it be better to get an extra lottery by the way?

"I lost? How could I lose?" King Luo Bin said disapprovingly.

However, Yang Fei remained silent, and King Luo Bin could only turn his attention to Changsun Chong.

He was invited by Changsun Chong and the crown prince. Yang Fei's performance was nothing more than to get a lot of money, so it was naturally Changsun Chong who came to speak.

Chang Sun Chong's heart sank.

Then he said in a deep voice: "You can choose one of the weapons in my grandson's mansion!"

He thought that Yang Fei's high martial arts skills must have an irresistible temptation for weapons.

It's better to do what you like and lure Yang Fei to participate, since Yang Fei won't be able to win anyway.

weapon?

Yang Fei nodded.

I really don't have a handy weapon.

"Then Mr. Li, can I trouble you to help me choose after I win?" Yang Fei said to Li Dejian outside the court.

Li Dejian was taken aback for a moment, and then he said boldly: "Yang Fei, don't worry, as long as you win, I will help you dig out the best weapon from the green hat Chong's house."

Yang Fei nodded and agreed to compare poems.

Chang Sun Chong glared at Li Dejian coldly, snorted coldly and started to prepare for the poetry competition!

"Let me declare the rules of Bishi."

"Within a stick of incense, write a number of poems that fit the theme, and publish them in public. The one with the highest score wins..."

Chang Sun Chong, as the host, immediately announced loudly.

At the same time, Zhang Sun Chong assigned tasks to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones, lottery boxes and so on.

The lottery box is a box used to draw themes for poetry, and it is filled with themes to be written.

Every year, the first round of each poetry meeting is held in this way.

It is equivalent to a sea election.

However, this review is somewhat different.

At the beginning of the poetry meeting every year, the poems written by the contestants are reviewed by some respected Confucian scholars, and they select the candidates for promotion.

At this time, the poetry meeting has not yet started, and the Confucian scholars have not yet arrived, so the people present will make their own ratings.

This method is also suitable for resolving personal grievances.

"water!"

"The theme is water!"

Soon someone extracted the subject.

With water as the theme, as long as the poems describing water are fine, start composing poems after a stick of incense time.

No matter how many songs are made, as long as one song is better than the opponent, and the score of the crowd is higher than the opponent, it will win.

quickly……

Yang Fei and King Luo Bin were invited to a pavilion.

This pavilion is taller than other pavilions, and everyone can see the scene of the two of them.

To prevent cheating, etc. from happening.

Light the incense and start composing poetry.

Yang Fei and King Luo Bin stood on the pavilion.

The people watching below began to discuss.

"You say, is it possible for Yang Fei to win this time?"

"There's hardly any chance of winning."

"Look at King Luo Bin, with a calm expression on his face, as if he is confident, standing with his hands behind his back, as if he is giving Yang Fei time."

"Look at Yang Fei again. When he went up to the pavilion, he didn't even think about it. He just wrote poems without a single pause, and he didn't even have an idea."

"It is rumored that Yang Fei is still a martial artist..."

"Let's judge high and low!"

"That's right, and King Luo Bin is a master at chanting things, and water is a real thing, so it's not difficult for him."

"If Yang Fei loses, wouldn't His Majesty want to prevent Yang Fei from interacting with Princess Changle?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on what kind of poems Yang Fei makes."

In the crowd, Chang Sun Chong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After planning for so long, Yang Fei finally let Yang Fei officially compete.

Finally, he had the opportunity to crush Yang Fei completely without face under the watchful eyes of everyone.

After today, Yang Fei's reckless and uneducated image will be displayed in front of everyone.

At that time, His Majesty Li Er and Aunt Queen will definitely not agree to Yang Fei and Princess Changle being together.

Then I beg Aunt Empress again, Cousin Changle will definitely betrothed to me again.

Changsun Chong thought proudly, staring at Yang Fei above the pavilion with ecstatic eyes.

the other side……

Princess Changle was so worried that her palms were sweating.

King Luo Bin was known as a child prodigy at the age of seven, and now seven years have passed, and his reputation has become even louder.

Although his poems are not earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods, they are really good for his 14-year-old age.

My husband has never shown his literary talents, so he shouldn't be very good after all.

This poetry competition, I am afraid it will be difficult for my husband to win.

At that time, if the father, the queen, and the queen forcibly separate them, he must find a way to stop them.

Above the pavilion.

King Luo Bin finally wrote.

He has already conceived a poem in his mind that he thinks is good.

Taking a deep breath, writing with spirit, Luo Binwang finished a five-character poem chanting water.

[Listed in Tongdiji, Shupai and Tianjin.The waves follow the moonlight, and the state follows the peach blossoms.Zhaoxia is like hidden stones, and willows are like sinking scales.In the end, you should be good at the best, and you are willing to make friends with others. 】

"Nice poem!"

King Luo Bin read it aloud by himself, and couldn't help but sigh.

Immediately he looked at Yang Fei and found that Yang Fei was still writing poems and used several sheets of rice paper.

Listening to King Luo Bin reciting his poems, the people below couldn't help but secretly exclaimed that it was good. Looking at Yang Fei, they felt that Yang Fei could not win.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The time for a stick of incense is finally over.

Everyone below was impatient to wait.

Yang Fei stopped writing.

I copied ten poems about water from the encyclopedia of poetry in succession.

He wants to shock everyone, so that he will not be able to challenge his scheming later.

All ten sheets of rice paper were used up by Yang Fei.

Yang Fei was about to show it to everyone.

However, at this moment, a wind suddenly blew.

The rice paper with poems on Yang Fei's desk was blown up by the wind and blown into the crowd below.

Princess Changle and the others exclaimed, and hurried to catch the rice paper.

Soon someone received it, and was immediately attracted by the flamboyant calligraphy inside, and couldn't help reading it aloud.

""Lushui Song" Lushui is bright in autumn, and white apples are picked in the South Lake. The lotus is charming and wants to talk, worrying about killing boaters."

""Jiangnan Spring" Thousands of miles of orioles sing green and red, water villages, mountains, Guojiu flags wind. 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the mist and rain."

"A Tour of the Qujiang Alone in Late Autumn" When the lotus leaves are growing, spring hates them, and when the lotus leaves wither, autumn hates them. I know that I am in love, and I look at the sound of Jiangtou River."

……

One after another was recited.

Except for the voice of the reciter, everyone in the audience held their breath and listened carefully.

Whether they admit it or not, everyone has already reached a conclusion: King Luo Bin, the child prodigy, lost!

After King Luo Bin heard the people below reciting, his body shook suddenly, and his face turned pale.

Immediately, he found that there was also a piece of rice paper on the ground, and when he took a closer look, his face turned from pale to mad and flushed.

Chapter 027

Luo Binwang crouched tremblingly.

Pick up the rice paper with both hands reverently.

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

Just a glimpse.

King Luo Bin blushed with excitement.

Excitement, unparalleled excitement!

As a poet, what could be more exciting than seeing a masterpiece?

Looking at Yang Fei's poem, King Luo Bin was as excited as watching a perfect woman seduce him naked.

He felt the majestic atmosphere in this poem.

It not only shows the heroic and free and easy feelings, but also makes the poem itself appear smooth.

King Luo Bin deeply understood that he would never be able to write such a poem in his life!

Wen has no first, Wu has no second.

King Luo Bin prides himself on being unparalleled as a literati, even in the face of the world's literati, he still has his own pride in his heart.

He felt that, given his time, he could surpass everyone.

But after seeing Yang Fei's poem, King Luo Bin deeply understood that he would never be able to surpass.

Moreover, King Luo Bin felt that not only was he unable to surpass, even if he looked at the countless celebrities and scholars in the dynasty, he could not surpass.

King Luo Bin immediately felt that this was a fake, it was plagiarized, it was impossible for Yang Fei to write such a poem through the ages.

But where did such a verse come from?

Once born, it must be a classic, praised and learned by thousands of people.

I have read a lot of books by myself, there is no reason not to know.

I lost.

Compared with Yang Fei, there is a difference between heaven and earth, a bright moon and rice grains!

King Luo Bin, who never admits defeat, has given in!

Convinced orally!

"I lost……"

King Luo Bin muttered to himself.